My two month prep time was over. That's how long I was given before I was to be arrested.

I loved my hair. Long black locks that cascaded down my back. Now the sides of my head were shaven and the top of my head had bleach blonde spikes.

I'd gotten a few tattoos as well. On my shoulders and thighs. Mostly tribal. I also got a black and red dragon on my lower back.

Then came the dieting. I ate almost nothing. Only a piece of fruit a day to loose all my femine curves. Then on top of that I spent six hours a day, every day in gyms to bulk up.

I cut my nails short, took out all my piercings. Stopped shaving. I was also given testosterone pills to deepen my voice.

As I look in the mirror now. I can still see what's left of my femininity. In my high cheekbones and oval cat shaped eyes. Sighing I turn away from my mirror.

I slip on a pair of flip flops and pad out my front door. Locking it behind me with another sigh. Just in time as a police vehicle pulls up.

"Vanta Black." I turn. "Yes sir." The officer, an attractive man with some scruff looks at me with sad eyes. All the people in my precinct knew what was going to happen.

Four officers sent in before me had been killed. Two others pulled out do to severe injury. One was discovered and mutilated.

Don't get me wrong. I was originally excited to take the gig. I love the rush of an undercover job. But as the date drew closer, so did the anxiety.

"Vanta Black you are under arrest. If you will put your hands behind your head and lay on the hood of the car."

I move to comply as I am cuffed. We had to follow this through fully. In case we were seen by someone who may be in contact with one of the inmates.

I was currently sitting in a chair, wearing an orange jumpsuit. As I was alone with the prison director, and the one active guard who knew about the operation I wasn't cuffed. The prison directors Name was Leonard Church. He was an aging white man, with heavy five o'clock shadow.

"Well Officer Black. The official story is that you are a new inmate with a sentence of two years." I nod. "What am I in for again?"

He flips through a folder. "Um, bank robbery. It's the only thing we could charge you for that won't get beat up by somebody for." I nod. The guard clears his throat as if there's something that needs to be brought up. The prison director nods. "Ah, right. This here is Guard Andersmith. He'll be around you as much as possible. We are going to claim that for religious reasons you can not be naked in front of people. But Andersmith here who is apart of the same religion is the only one who can see you." Andersmith, was a white man in his later twenties. With light brown eyes, and dark chocolate hair that swooped to the side

I nod. "So in case of a strip search or when I need to shower-" "Exactly. Hell be the one to pull you away and 'Do it' he won't actually search you of course. As there's no need."

Andersmith nods. "Yes. But that doesn't mean I'll be nice to you. In private, sure. We are friends. But around other inmates, I'll be a huge asshole. In fact." He looks down almost ashamed.

"What?" I ask. Scratching my side lightly. I was wearing a binder, to suppress my breasts. The director speaks. "Well. No offense but you are a very beautiful woman. And as much as you've tried to hide it, some men here will be able to tell. So, Andersmith is going to make a bit of a show when we bring you out."

I gulp looking up at Andersmith. "I'm very sorry Vanta." I nod. "It's alright. Its for the mission."

The director nods. "Well, it's time. The prison bus just arrived. Remember, don't trust anyone other than myself and Andersmith. We don't know who's in on the operation. Don't show weakness. And don't stand out to much. You need to lay low if you want to survive. And whatever you do! Do not, anger inmates Ortez, Or Maine. Good luck."

He holds a hand for me to shake. I take it, feigning confidence. "Thank you sir. I'll try my best." As I pull my hand away Andersmith clamps a pair of cuffs around my wrists. "Let's go inmate." I look down as I am then escorted out of the office. My last place of safety.

They were marching us in a line. Wrist and ankle shackles. That were then in turn cuffed to the person behind and in front of us.

I was stood behind a very tall blonde man. With simply mountains of bulky muscle. He casts a glance back at me. A pair of stormy blue eyes hooded with thick brows.

"Nervous?" He asks in a pleasant voice. I remember what I'd been told about weakness and shake my head. "Nah." He quirks an eyebrow, "Liar." Before turning back around as the line moves.

"Inmate! No talking!" Andersmith shouts. I look down at the ground, remembering what's coming. "Yes sir, sorry sir."

"You sassing me Black?!" Suddenly he's grabbing the back of my head. "Ah!" I groan from the unexpected pain.

"Woah man! He wasn't he was just-" the blonde man jumped to defend me but Andersmith shoved him forwards. "Mine your own fucking business. And You!" He turns back to me slugging me hard across the face.

My teeth clack and I white flashes across my vision. Before I know it I've hit the pavement. Head crashing into cement and palms scraping harshly across the asphalt.

Then he's grabbing the back of my jumper and dragging me back to my feet. My head lolls limply on my shoulders as he forces me to look at him. His face though angry, his eyes shine with sorrow.

"You talk back to me like that again. And I WILL have your ass. Now move it!" He shoves me forwards and I crash into the blonde guy from before.

He let's out a grunt but doesn't speak. No one does after that.

I feel blood drip down my cheek, and lick at my now busted lip. Damn. Andersmith has got quite a punch.

The line moves forwards once more as we are handed new jumpsuits with numbers stamped on.

Blonde guy is given an orange outfit with 619B printed out on it. As I step forward my matching outfit is 626C.

I march forward again. The blonde guy whispers back. "Hey, are you okay?" I stay quiet for a moment before replying. "Yeah, fine. Shut up." In truth my face was burning and stinging, but oh well.

Then they took off our cuffs and had us line up next to the wall.

"Alright boys. Strip. We gotta make sure you ain't sneaking stuff in through your pipes." Orders a red haired woman. Carol Church, was printed on her security uniform. I gulp and cast Andersmith a glance. He doesn't nod too noticeably but it's there. "Hey, Carol hold up." Everyone looks at him as he speaks to her.

Her green eyes roll in annoyance. Before falling on to me. "You. Black. Come here." I look at the floor as I walk forward. As I look up she slaps me hard across the face. Everyone 'oohs'. I touch the area in shock and look up at her.

"Seriously? A religious thing? What kind of man are you? I should have you strip right here just to spite you. But, I have to legally respect your rights. So, Andersmith. Take him in the other room. As for those of you who are not religious pussies!" She turns to address the rest of the people here. And begins having them strip down.

As Andersmith drags me harshly from the room.

Once alone he locks the door. "Jesus Christ Andersmith!" I groan moving to touch my face. He shakes his head. "I'm so sorry! I had to make it believable." I press my lips in a line. "I know, but damn." He moves forward and brushes his thumb across my bloody cheek lightly. "Damn. This has already started to bruise. I'm going to have to hit you again when it gets better."

I sigh and look down. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Now come on, I've got to get changed into this." I hold up the new jumper. He nods moving to help me.

I was being escorted at the moment by a Blonde and pink haired female guard. Her Name tag said, 'S. Dakota.'

She was Guiding Blonde guy and Me to our cells. The room was a long one. Stacked three stories high with cells, and lined all the way down as well.

But she stops in front of just one. Turning her head and shouting. "Inmates on the wall!"

Inside the cell two men roll off their cots. Moving to stand opposite eachother at the walls. One had severe scarring across the left side of his face. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and it could be seen that the scarring continued down. He also had tattoos of a pair of flaming sharkjaws across his chest. And the word redemption. He smirks seeing us. Turning his half head of hair so his one good eye could observe Blondie and me.

The second man was not quite as tall as scarface. With a much smoother physique. He wore a soft smirk. The sides of his head shaven like mine, but his hair on top was combed backwards save for a lock that fell in his face. "Fresh meat boss?" He asks.

The guard rolls her eyes. "Take it easy on these ones Gates. They seem like a pair of pussies. OPEN CELL 42!" She suddenly shouts. A beep resonates through the room and the barred gates rolls open. Blondie and I are shoved through as the door slams behind us.

"You've got five minutes to settle in. Then, lunch break." The guard snarls before walking away. I clutch my pillow and blanket awkwardly as I stand side by side with the other guy.

The man with a scarred face approaches. "Well well. Look what chum just got thrown to the sharks." I hold my chin up high as he towers over me. "And I'm to take it you're the shark?" I sneer. He makes an amused face. "That's right Boy. Sharkface. That's me. You take the top bunk. And if you snore, I'll rip your tongue out."

I hold his one green eyed gaze for as long as I could manage. Before with a chuckle he moves away. "Same goes for you blondie." He growls before setting in his cot.

The other guy, Gates, as the guard had said speaks. "Well, that's Sharkface. He's all talk. I'm Felix. Who are you? And do I need to sleep with an eye open?" He moves to stand in front of us. I decide a hand shake will work nicely and hold it out. He shakes it very, very forcefully. "I'm Black. Vanta Black." He quirks an eyebrow. Blondie speaks,"I'm uh. David. David Washington."

Felix peers at him. "Well David. You can take bottom bunk. I'm not to fond of someone farting from above me in the night. "I giggle lightly, but cover it with a cough. Men don't giggle Vanta!

Felix throws me a look but before he can speak a loud ringing sounds off and suddenly everyone's shouting outside the cell excitedly.

"We'll continue this later. All you two really need to know. Try not to piss anyone off. Especially my pal Locus." Then Felix and Sharkface are moving out of the cell.

I've got a tray. And am standing in line with the other inmates patiently. Though, I'm observant to the groups that congregate. There seemed to be three main gangs. The red Gang, Blue gang, and a group who called themselves the Freelancers.

At the moment I had somehow found myself sandwiched between two red gang members. One who had an orange bandana around his upper arm. And another with pink around his neck.

All the new inmates wore orange. Everyone else was clad in navy blue. These guys were both in blue.

The orange one who had been Referred to as Grif, was currently arguing with the guy in Pink. Donut. Grif was an islander, a little heavy set, with semi long brown hair pulled into a pirate pony tail, though the right portion of his face was scarred and from there over was a very pale, freckled complextion, as if he had a face in his face. He also had a goatee. Donut was just the rendition of perfect the perfect man. With perfect muscles, blonde styled hair, and cerulean eyes that shined happily. The right side of his face scarred lightly.

"You know what! Why don't you Bother this Newbie! I would like to eat in peace!"

I gulp as I was brought up and look at the ground innocently. I was at least a foot shorter than just about everyone here.

Donut looks down at me. "Oh hello. You are just a little stud aren't ya?" I stiffen as the line moves up.

"Uh, what?" Was he just hitting on me? Or is it my imagination? But as his hands move to grasp my waist slightly I jerk. Yeah, he was hitting on me.

"Woah man." I say turning slightly. Donut smirks. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were shy. Or, maybe you just prefer to be dominant?" I chuckle awkwardly. "Neither. Sorry pal, I don't swing that way."

He frowns lightly for a moment before smirking. "You will when I'm finished with you." I shudder and turn back around preparing to ignore the man. When suddenly his hand was slapping my ass hard and giving it a harsh squeeze.

I jump up shocked. Not realizing as I was jumping out of his way, there was someone moving that way.

And before I know it I've crashed right into a large Hispanic man. His tray of food flies up to crash into his face, as we both slip to the floor.

As I'm getting up I start to apologize. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! That guy he-" He cuts me off as suddenly a hands at my throat.

He stands lifting me into the air seemingly with no effort before I'm slammed into a table. The guy seemed oblivious to the fact that there was trays and stuff already there.

I take note of the burning blue eyes, and the very identifying X scar across his face.

I scream for help but the pressure on my throat is increased. All the inmates were cheering for a fight. Andersmith was nowhere to be seen. And the guard on duty only nodded. Passing another guard a five dollar bill. As if they were taking bets.

"You want to make Fool of me?! Very, unfortunate." He growls.

I then have the living shit beat out of me.