Some Prison, Sera – One month and one week after Emergence Day
I feel the force of the Warden's knee in my face again, I think I lost a tooth that time.
He picks me up by my neck, an easy task given my small frame, only getting smaller by malnourishment, they start to process me, after I've been here for a week, how official.
The stand me on a platform that shows my height. I'm six foot three, I've gained a half-inch since I checked last, must be the Gears' stim packs. The hand me a card, and I feel a sudden urge to yell cut! I don't think they'd find it funny.
NAME: VIOLETTA VALENTINE
AGE: 17
FELONY: ABSENT WITHOUT OFFICIAL LEAVE ( 10 – 20 YEARS )
"State your name, you sad piece of shit." A voice behind the glass tells me.
I absorb the situation first, I'm in a poorly lit, dirty, damp, rat-infested hallway that leads to Cell Block D. I look at the Guards, they hold no sympathy for me, nobody does. Nobody understand the situation, they all died. Even Jonesy.
Damnit, Jonesy.
"I said state your name, asshole." The voice tells me in an elevated tone.
"Sergeant Violetta Valentine, Echo Squad, 213199389"
"You are hereby stripped of your rank, and position, Valentine."
"Next!" The voice yells, as a Guard grabs my arm and drags me down the hallway.
My cell smells like the previous owner is still dead inside, I hear a voice..
"YOU SHOULD HATE US WITH A PASSION, BUT LOVE US TO DEATH"
Torture music, really? I thought that was just a myth
I haven't waited more than two hours in my dark, smelly cell when a Guard pops open my door and drags me to the Courtyard. There's three prisoners hanging from a thin, grimy, rope, and are standing on a cafeteria table, also on the table there's the Warden, who looks quite like a horde, long neck, skinny face, slender features. He's holding a Lancer.
"These three sorry asswipes tried to escape yesterday, this is what happens to morons that try to escape!"
Horseface revs the Chainsaw Bayonet, and cuts the first prisoner from the lower left hip, all the way to the right rib cage, spraying blood in every direction. Then he moves over to the next prisoner. He starts to get cruel, he takes one leg from the kneecap down clean off, and then waits. By now the second prisoner is screaming violently as blood is pouring out of his leg, he bleeds out pretty quick. The third prisoner is trying to hang himself on the rope, but can't get far enough away from the table, The Good Ol' Warden cuts him in half clean at the waist, I try to look away, It's mesmerizing the pain and suffering of the oppressed.
I've vomited several times by now, and I hope the stench doesn't stick to my garb, I couldn't stand my cell if it smelled like rotten flesh, and vomit.