Blackgate

"Wake up" a voice instructed.

I've been in this position way too often...it was getting ridiculous, being locked up, tortured, locked up, knocked out, tortured, locked up, knocked out, arrested, locked up, tortured again and again and again.

My body brought itself to move and then my eyes opened, I could see a blurry figure of a person outside of the cell. I sat up on the uncomfortable prison bed.

I got up from the bed and stretched then walked up and looked at the guard through the small open hatch.

"Morning, Miss Quinn." the guard said softly.

"What do you want? Are ya here ta take me somewhere, do somethin' to me? Look, I'm an emotional wreck and I look a state, what more do you want?" I moaned pathetically.

"I just brought you some breakfast" the guard smiled, offering me a small metal container of cereal through the hatch.

"Thanks? Why you bein' so kind ta me? What's the catch?"

"You have to eat, Miss Quinn. In prison or not."

I took the container from the guard. I put it on my bed and returned to the small opening in the door, smiling at the guard in a friendly way.

"Although you will have to excuse our methods of bringing you here, I hope you will find your time here beneficial. We have several experts who will be willing to help you overcome your physical or mental constraints." the guard explained, seemingly empathizing towards me.

"Yeah yeah, I've heard that before" I responded sarcastically.

"Please don't think of this as an asylum, or a prison. We care about your physical and mental well-being, Miss Quinn. We want you to feel comfortable, so please let us know if there's anything we can do to help you."

"Let me go?" I asked jokingly.

"Haha, nice try. You have a meeting with the head of the facility this morning at 10 o clock, you will be escorted there by our trained guards, I might possibly be one of those escorting you, but it's for your own safety."

"A meeting...? Meetings are so boring!" I groaned.

"An introductory meeting, all of our inmates have one. It gives you a chance to understand what to expect from your time here in the Blackgate Psychiatric Facility. It's a separate building from Blackgate Penitentiary, so don't expect to be treated like other common criminals."

"Sure, whatever." I said, sitting on my bed and sighing quietly to myself.

I wonder where Mistah J was...I wonder if he's even in the same cell-block as me, maybe he's already been for his introductory meeting or maybe he's just sitting, bored out of his mind on the bed like me.

"One more thing, your partner has been transferred to death row." he said, showing me sympathy. The guard closed the door hatch and walked away from my cell.

No...no! Not my puddin, no he won't die! He won't! Shit...I have to get out of here to save him, but how! No, he's smart, he's crafty...he'll save himself or figure out something...he has to! I won't live with myself knowing I left him to die!

I sat on my bed, crying. It might attract a guard to open the cell and let me out, probably not... but worth a try. I was genuinely upset, all joke's aside, he is my puddin. I love him. He won't die, I won't let him die.

I reached into my bra where I keep my knife...oh my god...are you kidding me? They actually did a strip search of me and took my hidden weapons too! Now that's just unfair. I'm stuck in this horrible but unusually coloured prisoner clothing, it was actually beige instead of orange. And I haven't got any tricks or weapons hidden anywhere, the only weapon I can use is my devilish charm. Hehehe. I bet I can find at least one way to get out of this situation with just flirting and sweet nothings.

But first, I must show that I'm willing to comply to their programme. I can't give away too much, I have to be careful, these guards aren't like normal guards...they deal with people like me on a professional level.

My cell was fairly small, it had a bed which shouldn't even be classed as a bed because it's so uncomfortable. It also had a functional toilet and sink, and a small steel bucket beside the bed. I wouldn't call it home, but at least it's cleaner than most cells I've set foot in.

"On your feet, Quinn" a guard approached my cell and opened the small hatch, looking at me through the small opening. I ignored him. "I said on your feet!" he said, raising his voice slightly and banging on the door.

"Leave me alone!" I said sadly, turning my back towards the guard.

The guard pressed the radio on his shoulder. "Quinn is refusing to comply, additional guards required. Over" the guard announced.

"Received, on my way. Over" one of the other guards responded through the radio.

Several minutes later, a total of four guards arrived in front of my cell in hope to drag me against my will to this 'introductory meeting'. Pfft, I know I said I was going to comply, but this is ridiculous.

Two of the guards entered my cell, they had riot shields and nightsticks equipped in their hands, ready to strike me. I aggressively climbed onto one of the guard's shoulders and made him collapse to the floor, the other guards entered the cell and forcibly grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the cell. The guard I knocked down got straight back up and joined the other guards, shutting the cell door behind him.

"You're a feisty one, why bother fighting us though? It'll only get you in more trouble." the guard addressed me angrily. "Prepare yourselves, boys. I have a feeling you'll be needing a break after this."

Two guards restraining me, the other two behind me holding rifles in their hands, actively able to shoot me at any point. And the final guard was in front of me, more professionally dressed than the other guards. Probably a higher ranked guard.

We passed several cell-blocks full of criminals who were shouting out at me, it made me feel uneasy. Down the corridor, there were guards patrolling the entire facility...all armed and ready for a break out or the slightest disturbance. Around the corner was a short corridor leading to a metal door.

The guard in front unbolted the metal door. I was pushed inside, all of the guards stepped inside and the final guard at the back shut the door.

"What is this place? This don't look like no office" I observed.

It seemed like a medical room, probably had to undergo a medical examination before I was allowed to go to this meeting. I love medical procedures... Not.

"Pre-treatment examination. Just a procedure we have to follow for every inmate." the guard explained.

"Yeah, seems like you got a lotta that sorta stuff. What's gonna happen to me in here then, huh? You gonna drug me? Hurt me? Examine me? Or maybe you'll just kill me!" I laughed.

"Quiet, Quinn."

"You gonna make me?" I asked.

"I have authority to do so." he responded professionally. "Doctor? Your next patient is here."

"Great, won't be but a minute." the doctor responded, putting on a pair of surgical gloves and then turning to face me. He walked up to me. "Ah, Miss Quinn. Inmate #72. Please, take a seat."

The doctor was wearing a medical white coat, like I wore when I worked at Arkham. The coat was fastened and stretched down to the ankles, my old work coat used to stretch down to my knees, not the ankles.

The guards forced me on the slightly more comfortable bed in the middle of the room. They held me down until they were sure I wouldn't try to fight their methods. They knew deep down I would keep fighting them, so they kept me pinned on that bed, despite my struggling they still managed to stop me from escaping from the room.

"What is tha purpose of this? I can assure ya I'm perfectly healthy." I groaned.

"It's always nice to see some fight in the females, though you're displaying some really large quantities of anger. Is something troubling you?" the doctor asked, looking at me.

"I'm fine" I said grating my teeth angrily.

"Leave her, she won't try anything." the doctor ordered for the guards to release me.

The guards released me and I sat up on the bed, I wasn't up for lying on a bed against my will...not again.

"Take it from my perspective, all you keep doing is throwing me in a cell, a room full of sharp objects, an office or a truck. It's almost like you don't trust me" I stated sarcastically, smirking at the doctor.

"Anyway, I have work to do, you have a meeting with the facility overseer and I don't intend to make you late. I'm sure my boss will be very understanding if I explained I had to keep you here a little longer than intended." the doctor threatened.

"Point proven, ugh...can you just get on with it already?" I whined, slouching further on the bed.

"Why of course." the doctor said, adjusting the gloves to fit perfectly onto his hands and fingers. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions. Ordinarily, I would take blood samples and do a full medical examination but I can see you're not going to let me do that, and it'd be cruel to force you to allow me to do so." he said understandingly.

Odd, someone actually saw the situation from my perspective...yeah I'm not a huge fan of needles or medical stuff.

"Makes a change, I'd normally be drugged by now" I said, giggling.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"Would you consider your violent nature to impact your daily life?"

"No."

"Have you sustained any injuries recently?"

"No."

"Do you feel calm enough to meet with the facility director?"

"I suppose."

"Are you going to cause any trouble?"

"No."

"How can I be sure you're telling the truth?"

"See how you're still alive? I think that's a pretty good reason to trust me." I pointed out. "What are these questions anyway? Hardly medical related..." I asked suspiciously.

"Forgive me, I hope I wasn't prying into your personal life." the doctor apologized.

"You weren't. I'll expect ta be interrogated for the entire duration of the meeting upstairs too I'm guessing?"

"I cannot state an answer, it's confidential what happens in those meetings."

"Hmph" I groaned.

"From what I can tell anyway, you're good to go. And please, reconsider any actions you're planning and don't hurt yourself." the doctor said, gesturing the guards to once again restrain me.

"Enough with the restraining, I can walk myself." I insisted.

"Got my eye on you, Quinn. Don't try anything" the guard said seriously.

I made small footsteps towards the staircase, my ankles were chained together which made it difficult to walk properly.

"Stop." the guard insisted and turned to face me.

"What? I can only walk as fast as these damn chains will carry me" I moaned.

"That's not the reason we're stopping." the guard replied.

"Then why are we stopping?"

"Your meeting has been cancelled..." the guard said, looking down at the body of the facility overseer. The guards raised their firearms and looked around the area.

"Oh, how did that happen?" I asked humorously.