I sit in my bunk. 'Curtains' drawed closed. Reading a copy of Falling leaves. It was a good book, it was about a group of three sisters, one who was supposed to be queen but turned evil. So the second sister banished her, and kidnapped her child to raise as her own. Then on her eighteenth birthday, the first sister attacks the kingdom. And the girl, who's name was Marina must run away with her centaur bodyguard.

It's a good book, that teaches of the evil within all of us. And ends with the girl killing her own mother, and inheriting a disease of the heart from her that turns her evil. And she ends up killing her centuar bodyguard, who's also her best friend. And is in love with her.

I wiped a tear away as I got to the last bit.

Fucking hormones.

"Hey. Black?" I look over to see Felix sticking his head in my bunk. "Yeah?" I ask. Setting the book aside. He grins and shakes a jar of nutella.

"Looksie what I've got." My face lights up. "Oh my god get your ass up here." He chuckles and does as directed. Crawling up to sit beside me.

He plops down and twists off the top. Before turning and pulling a pack of animal crackers out of his shirt.

"Where do you get all this stuff from?" I ask chuckling. Taking a cracker and dipping it in. He shrugs. "I have my ways. I do jobs for people some I steal. I threaten others."

I quirk an eyebrow. "You threaten people? For their animal crackers? Geeze, aren't you just a big bad boy." I elbow him playfully. He rolls his eyes. "Hey you mind if I work on something in here?"

I cock my head. "Uh? What?"

He pulls out his jolly rancher from yesterday and winks and smirks at me. I frown. "I-don't understand, is that supposed to mean something to me?" His expression drops. "Do you really not know what jolly ranchers are used for?"

I shake my head awkwardly and embarrassed.

He laughs. "This." And before my eyes he pulls out a rainbow fucking shiv out of his sleeve.

"Holy fuck truck. Is that made of jolly rancher?!" He snorts and laughs at my reaction.

I reach out and take it lightly.

"Yeah. And a good deal of spit."

I drop it. "Ah. Lovely." Making him laugh some more. "God you're such a girl, Black." I stiffen. "Heheheh. Right."

He narrows his eyes lightly, but before he can say anything I ask. "So how did you make it? Exactly?"

It looked as though he'd taken four jolly ranchers and set them on their sides in a square. Then somehow stacked them four high and melded them together into a handle.

The blade was long and many colored, slowly pining to what would be a point. As Felix sucked on one end of his jolly rancher, I'm taking it that it would be the point.

"I just melted the candies together with mah spit." He mumbles around his candy. I chuckle. "Why do you need it? Beside threatening people for animal crackers."

He gives me a serious look. "To defend myself mostly. I've had to use it a couple times." I frown, "Wait. What about the guards? They're supp-"

"HA! The Guards. You're fucking hilarious. The guards are a joke." I frown. "What? No they're not. They are just doing their-" "Jobs? No. They stand around and Do nothing. Sure, they make sure we don't escape. Or hurt other guards. But as far as each other? They don't give a fuck."

I gulp. Remembering the two guards who stood by and watched as Locus had beaten me up that one day.

"That's. That's crazy." I say in realization. He shrugs. Sticking his candy to the tip of his shank.

"Yeahp. That's why I have a knife made of candy. If you're smart. You'll make one too."

He scoots to leave but pauses. "You can keep what's left of the nutella. I heard from Sharkface about your cancer. Real sorry bro." He pats my shoulder, and then he's gone.

I frown lightly. Taking a bite out of my animal cracker.

The fuck have I gotten myself into.

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°One Week later°

I stroll through B block. Looking for the red team.

I spot the guy who's got a robot arm and face. "Hey! Red guy!" I shout.

He turns to look at me. "Hey! Stop right there! Are you a blue?" I shake my head. "Unaffiliated."

He scowls for a second before approaching me.

"Alright walk. I'll take you to see Sarge. You try anything. Or think about ratting us out. I'll shank you. Play nicely." I glance down to notice he's holding a broken toothbrush with one end melted.

Even though he was putting on a show to seem cool. He was appearing more pathetic than anything.

I frown. "You threatening me boy?"

"Yeah. And I'm a man." Good god he's stupid. I gab his wrist and bring an elbow into his throat, before twisting the tooth brush from his hands and spinning him to slam him into the wall. Before holding the shiv to his back.

"You. Don't threaten me. BOY. Now take me to Sarge. And mind your fucking manners. How's THAT for playing nicely?"

He whimpers. Making me smirk. I release him with a harsh shove. Moving the toothbrush to my sleeve.

"Take me to him. Now." I demand. He whimpers again but starts walking.

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"Hey uh. Sarge. I've got, someone here to see you."

I cross my arms. Standing directly in the center of the room. I took note of Griff lying asleep in one bunk. A Spanish man in another. And Donut frolicking around the room.

A large man with a stony jaw stood in front of me. He looked worn and weathered. Not from age, but moreof experience.

"Who are you? Are you a damn Blue?!" He holds himself into a more defensive position. "No. I'm unaffiliated with your stupid gang wars. I'm here to talk about your little business."

"¿Por qué te importa saber nada acerca de eso?"( Why would you want to know anything about that?)

Asks the Spanish one. I turn to him. Lying easily, "porque el pensamiento de im haciendo mi propio buisness ."(Because I'm thinking of making my own business.)

He jumps back startled. "¡¿TU HABLAS ESPAÑOL?!" (YOU SPEAK SPANISH?!)

I smirk at him in response. Before turning to look at the man they called Sarge. "And why. Should I tell you anything?"

I shake my head. Acting as though I was confident and cocky. When in fact, I was stalling to think of a good lie.

"Because. If you don't tell me. Than, I won't tell you the blue gangs secret."

I cross my arms. "Oohh. Sarge, she's got a good point. We should tell her." Donut whispers loudly. Sarge hmmms loudly in thought. "What else can you offer?"

I sigh. "I have a single cigarette?"

Grif immediately lurches off his bed, from where he'd been asleep. "We get all our goods in from some guard named Jones. Never seen his face, he runs kitchen duty from nine to midnight. That's when we sneak out using a special key he gave us and trade with him for things. Except Donut goes, because he wants blowjobs for payment. Now GIVE ME THAT GODAMN CIGARETTE!"

I stumble backwards at his sheer volume. He belted out every word like a stuck pig. Before lunging at the cigarette I held in my hand.

He snatches it before retreating to his bunk.

"oh que maldito idiota." (Oh you fucking idiot.) The Spanish man growls standing. Sarge shakes his head. "Griff, what in the hell you good for nothing dirtbag! Don't you know we're only allowed to trade as long as we keep quiet!" He suddenly whips his gaze to me.

"You're not supposed to know any of that. You cockbiting good for nothing blue spy! Grab him!" "

Before I have a chance to grab the shiv I'd taken from Simmons; Donut, The mexican guy, and Simmons were suddenly on me. I growl headbutting The Mexican.

"Lopez! You alright?"

I groan and lean back. I had a really hard head. And headbutts from me could generally incapacitate a grown man. But that was like slamming my head into metal.

"Estoy bien Sargento." (I'm fine Sarge)

I continue groaning as I'm slammed into the ground. I can't see straight, or think. It's almost like a concussion. Donut shakes his head. "What a shame. A handsome guy like you."

"You wanna know why I'm in prison!?" Sarge growls leaning over me. A toothbrush with a razor blade melted into held in his hand.

I grimace and try to get away from the psychotic man. A hand was suddenly clapped over my mouth before I could think to scream.

"Illegal Human experimentation and mutilation!"

My eyes flashed to Simmons and Grifs faces. Suddenly it made sense. The blade was then jabbed into my side.

I scream into the hand. Oblivious to my surroundings as agony blooms in my side. He twists the makeshift scalpel a few times worsening the wound before ripping it out.

I cry out. No longer screams of pain, just sobbing for it to end. Everything was blurry from tears.

Suddenly I hear shouting. "ATTTAAACK!"

Three men wrapped in blue are all of the sudden bursting in. And a fight between them all breaks out.

Tucker was wielding a set of teal water pipes tied together to hold them parallel to each other. Church had a wrench. And caboose was grabbing reds and throwing them with just brute strength.

"Retreat!" Sarge shouts. Running out of the cell. Lopez, Simmons, Grif, and Donut following suite. "Yeah ha! Steal their stuff-Holy fuck."

Tucker notices me lying bleeding on the ground. "Son of a bitch! Did the reds do this?!" Church asks kneeling beside me. I go to speak but only manage a weak cough. Blood coming up with it.

"Shit! We gotta get a doctor!" I shake my head weakly. But it didn't matter. My vision was narrowing. And then I was gone.

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"Doctor Grey. She's waking up."

"Thank you Doctor DuFresne."

I groan as I jerk upwards. I see two people. A woman with startling purple eyes and long black hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

And a shorter man with tossled brown hair who looked an awful lot like John green.

"So. Inmate Black. You mind telling us why you-Seem to be lacking some essential parts?"

I glance down to see I had been changed into a prison standard hospital gown.

"Mother fuck."

They both cross their arms. "Language please." The man says. I scowl at him. "I'm in prison. And I just got shanked. How about you go fu-" "Miss Black please."

I shake my head. Remembering. "Right. Sorry. First, I need to know if you've told anyone."

The woman, Doctor Grey shakes her head. "No. You're a woman in a level 4 prison. I knew there had to be a reason, involving administration for you to be here." I nod. Wow, she's smart.

"Right. Well, I'm a cop."

Their eyes widen in surprise. But they nod. "Why, send a female cop in to an all male prison?" The man Doctor asks. I shrug. "I'm the best at what I do. And, everyone else they sent got busted or killed."

Doctor Grey grimaces. "Hmm. Well it doesn't seem like you're doing any better. What's your job?"

I chuckle dryly. "Guess not. There's a guard smuggling in contraband. And an inmate is using some to build a bomb. Big enough to destroy half the prison. The other half would escape. And they can't search the place because theres twisted fucking guards everywhere."

Grey gives the other Doc-I'm just going to call him Doc. Grey gives Doc a worked look.

"Well who else knows you're here?" Doc asks. I open my mouth to reply when. Suddenly the med room door is busted inwards.

Andersmith is standing there panting. "What HAPPENED!?" I throw my thumb in his direction. "Him."

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"I can't believe you'd be so stupid." Andersmith growls. I frown. "Stupid? I was doing my fucking job!"

We were alone now. The doctors leaving us to our own as they prepared some medicine for me to help me heal.

He slams his fist into a table. "And how's that working OUT FOR YA HUH?!" I growl. "Well for your Information I GOT SOME INFORMATION ABOUT WHOS SMUGGLING!"

He freezes. "You-You did?"

I nod. Crossing my arms slowly from pain, but smugly all the same.

"Who? What do you know?" He demands. I lean back from the ferocity in his voice. "Andersmith chill. Just that Whoever is dealing name is Jones. And he works Kitchen shift from nine to midnight. He also has access to cell keys, because He red gang has at least one. And if They're able to sneak out of their cell in that time frame, then whoever guards them from 9-12 is being paid to look away. "

Andersmith nods. "Very good Officer. I'll be sure to take this information to the Director. How about, from now on. You don't get stabbed while doing your job. Huh?"

I roll my eyes. "I will try. But you know, I think I'm starting to like getting into fights." I tease sarcastically. He only grunts moving away.

I wonder briefly what his first name was. "Hey, Andersmith." He turns, "Yeah?"

"What's your first name?" I ask. Tilting my head. He swallows and visibly stiffens. Making me narrow my eyes. Why would he have a reaction like that to an innocent question.

"It's uh. Jo-enis. I've gotta go." And like that I was left alone in the room. I narrow my eyes. "What the fuck kind of name is Jo-enis?" I ponder lightly.

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"What the fuck happened to you?"

I shake my head lightly. Felix and Locus staring intently at me. "Nothing. Just, Missed a step on the stairs." I lie. Not wanting to explain why I'd been talking to the reds.

Locus narrows his eyes. Felix shakes his head. Neither one believed me. But before they had a chance to ask anymore I was flanked on both sides.

"You alright Vanta?"

"How's your side where the reds shanked you?"

"Friend! Are you in possession of all your blood?"

Felix and Locus both give me the same look, where they tilt their heads to the right, eyes wide in disbelief. Mouths agape.

I turn to look at the worried blues and smile. "I'm fine guys. Really. You got me to the hospital in time." Church sighs. "Thank god. Because man, you are one of the few people around here not insane, stupid. Or just, really fucking scary."

I smile up at the handsome man. "Thanks. I think that's a compliment." He shrugs. "Well it's not an insult."

Tucker, suddenly is patting my shoulder. Enticing a small whine of pain from me. He flinches back. "Oh I'm so sorry!" I grimace slowly massaging my side.

Don't show weakness remember Vanta. "Nah. It's-Fine. I'm fine."

Church frowns. "Well, you can come by our cell anytime. Consider yourself an honorary Blue." I scoff. "I think that might bring me more trouble."

They all laugh. Tucker waves his hand. "Nah, it brings you some guys who'll kick ass with you any day man." I smile. "Well thanks pals. That's really nice."

They salute me playfully and take their leave.

When I turn back around to Locus and Felix they have their arms crossed.

"What, happened." Locus growls. I swallow. Not wanting to anger them.

"Well. I uh. The red gang attacked me." Felix Cocks his head. "And?"

I bite my lip. "They pinned me. And I got shanked. Multiple times." Their jaws were suddenly grit.

"You may be an honorary blue. But you are one of us. And we don't allow this to happen to our own. Without punishment." Locus growls moving up from the table. Felix nods standing after him.

Then he whistles loudly. Stepping up onto to the cafe table.

"Listen up everybody!" He shouts. The cafe remains loud. No one giving him a second thought.

"I said LISTEN!" Felix growls out. Still no one pays him any mind.

Locus suddenly punches the table. "QUIET!"

The lunchroom goes dead silent. "Red gang. Has decided to attack one of ours. Unless you want to deal with Locus and I. Make them pay!"

As if someone threw a steak to a pack of dogs, everyone massed onto the red gangs table. A hoard of prisoners angrily doing Felix and Locus's dirty work.

Felix smirks with satisfaction. Sitting back down. Locus looks on with a pleased expression.

"We got your back Black." Felix says.

Locus suddenly puts an arm around my shoulders. "As long as you have ours." I look out at the fighting prisoners. Hearing shouts of pain from the men who stabbed me. And feeling a prickle of pleasure at their reward for those actions.

"Don't worry. I do." I say. Maybe, after I get out of here.

I'll see about getting my friends out too. All of them.

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::Author Note::

Well. I have officially decided the villian. See if you can guess. It might not be who you think.

Next chapter, I'm introducing the AI. Who are the peeps in solitary essentially.

Opinions? SUGGESTIONS? Seriously, you guys can ask for anything. As long as it doesn't effect the end point of where the story goes, I'll do it.

Also voting.

As North and York have YET to get a single vote they are off the list.

The current voting Talley is

Felix 5

Locus 5

Sharkface 4

Wash 3

Tucker 3

Church 2

Maine 1

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