What Last Forever
He was sitting in a van of a sort. A security van that were used for extremely dangerous criminals. He was sitting on a cold metal bench and his legs were chained to the wall and he wore handcuffs. As if that wasn't enough there was two guards sitting opposite from him, glaring at him angrily for some reason. And there were two more guards at the front of the van, one which was driving this awful car.
He still didn't understand how he had gotten himself into this spot. All he had done was walking outside the club and the next thing he knew he was some kind of brutal killer. He hadn't had a fair trail, he briefly wondered how the cops and judges were going to hide this in their reports. And his lawyer was supposed to do something damnit!
But here he was, on his way to the most brutal jail in America. The gods must be laughing at him. He almost wished this had something to do with Voldemort. At lest then he wouldn't feel so targeted by the whole world. One could only take oh so much. He didn't like the idea of everything bad happening to him.
"How much longer?" he asked one of the guards.
"Shut up!" was the response.
He settled on glaring at them. His wrists were beginning to hurt. The guards hadn't exactly let them be put on loosely. The now warm metal was digging into his wrists in a most painful way. Thank god he was a half vampire. Or else it would have hurt even worse. He wondered if Spike had killed Granger yet. Knowing him he probably had, or at least he would. Spike would take out his frustration on Granger. Granger certainly did deserve some pain before she died… Did she?
He decided not to dwell on it.
The car finally stopped and he was relished from the wall but he was still not let our of his handcuffs but those didn't bother him as much any longer. He had already blocked out the pain.
"Move it!" one of the guards said and gave him a shove forwards so he almost fell. He was a bit stiff in his legs after the long ride being chained to the wall. He let his eyes wander around. This was a high secure prison all right! The fence was at least 10 meters high with wire and electricity running through it (according to one of the guards), there was also a lot of cameras and big searchlights about everywhere. He didn't know if he should laugh or cry at this. Perhaps all this shit would at least keep Voldemort out, all due, he very much doubted it.
He was lead inside the building. The walls were pained white. The colour itself was enough to drive him crazy and up the wall. He'd rather have slimy dull stone walls than those sickly white walls. Especially as the creature of the night. But as usual things didn't seem to go his way.
He was met by the jail director and the staff manager, or whatever they were.
"Welcome to X 899."
He stared dumbly at the man. What was that supposed to mean?
"That, is the name of this jail," the man informed him.
"What?" he half shouted. "There is no such prison!" he protested.
Everyone around him adopted some superior smirk.
"Oh but there is but it's not known by the society. No one but the government knows of it's existence."
"That's impossible! It's kinda hard to miss this huge building, don't you think?" he snapped.
The warden coked his head on the side.
"They don't know it's a jail. They think it's a military base… and no one will ever think differently."
This was just getting more complicated for every second. Was this supposed to mean that he was now mixed up in some muggle government business? Was he the cover up for some secret failure on a mission or something? What was this? And where could he get his answers?
No one will ever think differently…. "What the hell?" he burst out.
He was half dragged away to an unknown destination. This were new guards taking care of him, the old one they had left behind. Those guards within the jail was dressed very differently from normal jails. They were all dressed up in black with a red X on their backs and left upper arms.
He wasn't afraid but he was a bit uneasy. He didn't like this place. It was simply too weird. He didn't like the atmosphere around here. It was quiet, scarily so. With a bunch of criminals here it should be a lot of noise going on. But he couldn't hear one single thing. Neither could he see anyone. The place smelled clinical, like in a hospital and the temperature was… neither cold nor warm. The guard led him to a huge steel door. The guard used a card of some sort to open the door. It opened soundlessly.
They were hit by a lot of noise.
"That explains it," he muttered and looked around. Now it seemed like they had finally reached a unit of some sort. He stood looking down on a lot of activity. People, prisoners in other words, were sitting at tables, playing cards and talking or watching the TV. He could also see right into the pods they had. It was made out of glass with no privatsy at all.
"This is Unit B. Here is every prisoner that's neither good nor homicidal," said the guard with some odd expression, letting him know that there was indeed a lot of murderers in here.
"We also have a lot of other units. But the only one's you need to know of right now is Unit C and Unit X."
James thought it more logical to call it Unit A instead of X but he kept his mouth shut because he knew it was more beneficial for him to be quiet right now.
"When you misbehave in Unit B you're transported into Unit C. When you're showing an extraordinary behaviour in Unit B you're transported into Unit X, an special Unit with benefits for those who have earned it."
"So I shall stay in Unit B for now? Or is it C?"
Again the guard adopted this very odd expression when he looked at him.
"No you shall not. You're going immediately to Unit X." The guard didn't mention why and didn't seem to plan to either so he realised that asking would be in vain.
He was led to a room with nothing in it. The guard disappeared for a second and came back with black pants and a red T-shirt with a even darker red X on it.
"This is your unit T-shirt. Whenever you're not wearing it you will have to wear this," the guard said and showed him a band with a lot of small red X:es on it. The guard showed him how to put it around his arm.
"Every unit has it's own colours. Don't loose it."
He nodded. And got changed.
He was led into Unit X and he could see the huge difference. For one the pods wasn't all made out of glass, some only had a window. The people sat in couched while they still managed to look intimidating. No one had noticed his arrival yet. Also here there was two floors.
"Come on, I'll show you to your pod and your roomie," the guard said and Jamez blanched. Share a room? Fucking shit, he'd kill that person!
The guard stopped in front of a pod with only a window. Or perhaps he was the one to get killed, seen as there would be no one noticing if someone killed him in this little cell.
The guard looked inside.
"Come one, your pod mate is somewhere else for the moment. You'll meet him later. Get inside. Top bunk is yours," the guard said and left him.
He sat down on the bed.
Now what? Was he supposed to sit here all day? No way!
He jumped down on the floor again and walked out the door. He idly began to make his way to the "common room" or whatever he could call it.
He stood and watched the people for a moment. Probably muggles all of them. Most of them wore the same outfit he didn't, and those who didn't had the band around their arms. The outfit he wore wasn't looking bad at all. It wasn't exactly prison cloths. It was more like an outfit for an organisation or something. They were soft and fitted.
Suddenly someone spotted him and nudged his pal who raised his voice and shouted at everyone to get their attention.
"Yo! A new imp has arrived!"
Jamez rolled his eyes.
"What now? Am I supposed to cry for that?" he sneered and shoot the man a death glare that would even make Snape proud.
Some people began to back off. Apparently Jamez had chosen the wrong guy to be snide at. But then again, when didn't he? Everyone else seemed to respect this man. And perhaps they were right in doing so. He had his long brown hair hanging loosely around his face and he had a several scars on his upper arms, he wore only a vest. He also had a tattoo of some indefinable sort. Maybe he was around his forty. He was tall and had a lot of muscles, and his eyes had a slightly touch of insanity in them.
But Jamez stood his ground. He wouldn't back off to some muggle. Besides, he had had two gangs of LA against him, this was only one man. What was he supposed to be afraid off?
"What was that?" the man asked him.
"You heard me, or are you deaf perhaps?" he said in a slightly taunting voice and actually felt kinda silly for standing here having a verbal fight like some pissy child. The others around them didn't seem to think it was all that silly through.
"What's your name kiddo? I wanna know what to write on your gravestone."
Jamez suppressed a snort. Really, could one be more lame?
"You know, if you don't watch out I might think that's a threat," he said smoothly.
It seemed to aggravate the man further.
"Don't you know who I am?" he spat.
"Let's see..." he said in mock concentration and folded his arms. "Nope."
The man was just about to come forward and hit him when the guards arrived.
"What's going on here?" one of them asked.
"Oh nothing, I was just being introduced to the others," Jamez said quickly but he never broke the eye contact with the other man.
"Yeah? Well move it, all of you! Lockdown in five minutes." Everyone began to reluctantly move towards their pod.
Jamez walked to his pod alone and no one else said anything to him. He entered the pod and went straight to the sink, so he had his back towards the door. He washed his face with the ice cold water.
"Well, well, well… I never thought the day would come when I had to share my space with Harry Potter," a voice said from the doorway.
prettifulrainbow : Oh please don't hate me! Thank you for your review!
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Ginny M: Hello Ginny. Well, Voldie.. what's he up to? Good question.. But maybe he does have something to do with Jamez being in jail... or doesn't he? And the order... as far for now there's only Hermione who's convinced, and she's not evena memberthe order! And who said they've reported what they've found out, hmm? Well, I just wanted to give you a little something to think about, Thanks a lot for your review!
Valore: That's exactly what Jamez is wondering. Because this is muggles, right? Or isn't it? Wizards do it much faster.. but then that would mean.. no.. It's still a mystery.. which needs to be solved of course. We've got one clue due, corrupt copps and judges...IsVoldemort behind it? Or someone else? Well...who knows? But hey! Thanks a lot for your review... andhopefully your question will be answered pretty soon...
Purple Raveness: I agree, poor Jamez! Thank you!
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Virginia Riddle-Malfoy: Yeah, it would have been kinda cool but then it would have caused some problems for me... I mean, I had already worked out how he was supposed to end up in jail.. and so on.. but perhaps Spike is going to kick some specialasses later on? If you catch my drift...Thank you!
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