Hello again and thanks to you guys who have left reviews, I really appreciate it. I think that this piece, Space Prison, will be around 23 chapters long and 3K words each chapter. I don't know how many pieces to this series there will be but I'm hoping that I can make it to around 5 pieces. I know, I know, it is going to be a very long fanfiction but on the bright side you will have something to read until 2018 when they finally air the 5th season of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Anyways, please keep leaving reviews as they greatly help me keep writing and enjoy my story!

The next morning the Vallquet guards show back up to my room to escort me to the showers. Thankfully the showers were at the end of the hall on our floor so I didn't have to worry about another beating from him in the elevator. Yet, anyways.

When I made it to the showers the first thing I did was try and avoid Yo-Yo. It didn't think it would work since there was only four of us in the showers.

"You look like shit, what happened?" I turned around and saw Sameen staring at me.

"Guess I worked with the wrong people before coming here. Apparently the Vallquet guards are not a fan of me." I said through labored breaths. At the very least two of my ribs were broken and I could hardly open my left eye. I walked over to the mirror while Sameen and Samantha undressed, still waiting for Yo-Yo.

What I saw looked like, as Sameen explained it, shit. My right temple had a nasty bruise the size of a baseball on it and a cut that I would normally have stiched was left open. My left eye was swollen but I could still open it with a little pain and hard work. That area was bruised all around it just like my temple.

I tried to reach the zipper on my back but instead let out a small whimper of pain that coursed through my body at the movement of my ribs.

"Daisy, are you ok?" Shit. I didn't even hear Yo-Yo come in the room. I didn't want her to see my face or ribs but I knew everyone was going to see them anyways. I slowly turned around to face her, looking to the ground. We all heard her curse in Spanish as she hurriedly made her way over to me. "Oh Dios mío. ¡Voy a matar a quien te haya hecho esto! What happened Daisy!" Her hands made her way to my face and gently checked out my wounds.

"I'll be ok, Yo-Yo." I tried reassuring her.

"I didn't ask that, though I'm glad to hear you say that but it doesn't mean I believe you. I asked who did this to you?"

"I'll tell you at lunch, we need to get in the showers now. But, uh, I kind of have a bit of a problem?"

"What is it?"

"I can't get my suit undone." She stared at me before undoing my suit and pulling it down gently to my waist. I stood in front of her in just my sports bra and suit half undone. This was the first time I saw my ribs since it happened, being unable to undo my suit alone. The entire right half of my ribs were black and purple while the left half, which took it worse, was yellow and green around the edges and the center was black, blue and purple. It looked as if someone dropped a car on me.

"Dasiy I'm not a doctor but as soon as we see Simmons she needs to check this out. This isn't good, even I can tell that you have a broken rib or two. You could have internal bleeding or worse, they could've punctured a lung or maybe, I don't know you could've-" I didn't let her finish though, as I held up a hand to silence her. Which actually worked.

"Yo-Yo, I promise I'll let Jemma check them out. Now I just want to get in the shower so turn around." After we got in the showers and had our small breakfasts in our room I was already against the wall when the Vallquet guards came in my cell. Everything went normal until we got to the elevator, half way up the older one, whose name I have yet to get, stopped it again.

I didn't panic but my body visably tightened up and I tried to move away but the older guard grabbed me and pinned me agaisnt the wall, his hand on my throat, squeezing. I knew that this would leave new bruises but the way he had me pinned showed how much of an experienced fighter he was becuase there was no way to get out of this hold with my hands disabled.

"Now, now, you little bitch. Originally I would leave you alone after that severe beating but you seem to spark some rebelliousness in my son," my eyes glanced at Percival who was standing in the opposite corner, head down, "so I told him last night that every time he fell out of line that I would hurt you. Well, he fell out of line last night after he tried to help you. So what I'm gonna do is choke you until you pass out, then you'll go to freetime and if you try and tell anyone what I did, they won't believe you." His hold on my neck tightened considerably and my vision started fading. "Sleep tight, Inhuman," was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

I knew it hadn't been a long time since I passed out due to the fact that we just made it to the top floor. I looked up just in time to see the older Vallquet strike his son in the nose, making it bleed everywhere before he turned to the elevator wall and slammed his head against it a few times. It didn't take a genious to figure out what they were doing.

As soon as the elevator doors opened the older one trained his AR-15 on me. A few guards rushed in asking what had happened.

"This little bitch thought she could pull a fast one on my son and I," he gestured to Percival, "but together we managed to take her out without lethal force. Though she did get a few good hits in, nothing I couldn't handle."

"Should we take her to the box?" Asked one of the guards. I looked to Percival again and saw his white uniform stained red. I was surprised to find him staring back at me with sorrow in his eyes. I could barely make out what he said between the pain and my bad eye. He mouthed two words.

'I'm sorry.'

"No, just let me have one good hit with her and teach her who is boss."

The two guards only nodded before leaning down and picking me up. I was barely standing as it was when his fist found it's way barreling towards my face. He delivered a powerful right hook that sent me flying out of the elevator and into the room. Everything went silent and I could feel the gaze of other prisoners on me as I lay there on the floor, new blood pouring from my temple. I tried reaching for my temple but my hands were still locked together.

I found it hard to breath as the older Vallquet strode over to me and flipped me so I was on my stomach. I felt something hard press against my back, above my locked arms.

"This is what happens when you try and fight a guard. Prisoner 1255, otherwise know as Daisy Johnson or Quake, tried to escape. Nothing that the Vallquet guards couldn't handle. Let this serve to be a lesson to all, nothing good will come from trying to escape. Next time this Inhuman tries to escape I will put a bullet between her eyes. Anyone else who is as stupid as her, please try something." No one moved or even whispered. "No? Ok then." He bent down and unlocked my hands before stepping on my back rather harshly and leaving.

I didn't move or attempt to stand up as I heard everyone resume their activities. Pain was radiating everywhere throughout my body, but what hurt the most was my ribs. When he punched me I landed on my back, thankfully, but it didn't make it any less painful.

It was only a second later that I heard people running towards me, calling my name.

"Oh my god Daisy, can you hear me?" Jemma's voice reached my ears. I nodded my head. "Ok Mack, carefully lift her up and take her to the bleachers." I felt Macks arms pick me up like a bulldozer before he carried me bridal style to the bleachers.

"What did he do to you, Tremors?" I was about to answer him before Yo-Yo beat me to it.

"Careful with her ribs, Jemma. I found bruised and battered this morning too. She definetly has a broken rib or two." I opened my eyes for the first time since I landed from the punch to see FitzSimmons, May, Mack and Yo-Yo standing over me.

"Daisy did you really try to escape?" May asked me, looking pissed but I think we both know the answer to that.

"No. Last night on my way back from freetime he just got really mad. He said that I deserved to be punished because I was working with Robbie when we took down Aida." Fitz looked away at this, seemingly in thought. "Anyways he stopped the elevator and beat me up. His son, Percival, tried to stop him though. Apparently the kid could be an Inhuman."

"Then why'd he beat you up today?" Jemma asked as she undid the back of my suit.

"His son and him got into an argument and he got mad at me. He...choked me till I passed out then punched his son to make it looked like I attacked them. He's crazy, he banged his head of the elevator to give himself a bruise."

"That son of a bitch. I'm gonna go bang his head on a wall for real this time," Mack started to walk away and Yo-Yo chased after him. They were in a heated argument just outside of the bleachers.

"Help me stand her up," Jemma asked to no one in particular. May and Fitz came and grabbed my arms before pulling me up. It hurt like hell but I tried not to let it show. When I was standing May sent Fitz outside of the bleachers to make sure no one came in. It was the perfect spot for us to stay at during freetime because of the chairs that were never moved but more importantly the bleachers had only one entrance due to the fact that it was pushed into the corner. Besides there was also no camera. This prison had very tight security but it didn't really care what happened between the prisoners other than they don't escape.

Jemma unzipped the back of my suit as May pulled it down slowly, careful not to pull too fast. Once it was halfway undone Jemma openly gasped at the sight of my ribs. They looked the same as this morning except now they were all red from being thrown around.

"Oh Daisy, why would they do this to you?" She asked.

"They hate that she's an Inhuman Jemma. And if I had to guess the father lost someone at yours or more likely, Robbie's hands?" May said, looking to me for an answer. I nodded my head before explaining.

"The older Vallquet lost his brother. I think that the Ghost Rider killed him for something he did. I also know that his son blames the dad for his mothers death. I think she was an Inhuman because his grandma was an Inhuman."

"Well you can't keep taking beating like this daily. You'll be dead within three days, tops. It has to stop and now. This cut could use some stiches and you definitely have a concussion. Don't even get me started on your ribs," Jemma went into doctor mode and checked me out while I turned my attention to May.

"Any leads on Coulson?" I asked hopefully.

She shook her head. "The only thing anyone has told me is that the worst of the worst criminals are locked up on the 13th floor. They said that's where all the ring leaders of groups go."

"Well you know," a voice startled us from above as we all looked up, "I have pretty good ears when it comes to the truth or rumors. If you have any questions you can ask me." I recognized the voice as Samantha Shaws from above us.

"What do you want in return?" May asked. We all followed Samantha's footsteps all the way down to our spot before telling Fitz he can let her in. Not that he would fair much in a fight anyways but he was out there more as a person to warn us.

"I don't want nothing. I just need friends, especially ones who are planning an escape." She said as if it were nothing.

"How do we know we can trust you?" May asked what none of us wanted to.

"You can't but right now I'm the only lead you have on Coulson. I've seen him walking through the halls of our floor," she looked to me. "He was there last night, standing outside of your doorway."
"Why were you let out of your cell?" I asked suspiciously.

"My guard plays poker every few nights so he lets me out of my cell and into the hallway so I can cheat for him. Last night I saw a man walk up to your doorway, he was being escorted by two guards and a women but he stayed outside of it for awhile before leaving. I was curious so I listened in to their conversation for awhile before growing bored and focusing on the card game. They were talking about a deal. He told the women that he's willing to help her as long as she doesn't have you guys killed."

"What's he helping her with?" Jemma asked.

"I told you all I know, which wasn't much but I will keep an eye and ear out for anything more," Samantha said.

May just nodded her head. "What's your ability, if you don't mind my asking," Jemma spoke as she zipped my suit back up and signaled everyone else to come back in. May told them what Samantha told us before explaining her powers.

"Oh, that's cool. Though I do wonder how your eyes have changed since the terrigenesis..." Fitz trailed off, squinting to try and get a better look at her eyes.

"Maybe she'll lets you look at them one day Turbo but for now we have to focus on getting out of here. Yo-Yo and I have found a small group of people that are always looking for trouble. They would make a good distraction when we make our escape." Mack explained.

"Simmons and I know a nerd who can make things if we need it. We would just have to get him the stuff, I don't know if that's handy or not but I was actually too busy trying to beat him at chess. His name is Ryder Lowery. He used to be a scientist until he was framed for killing his wife, so he says." Fitz told us.

"Well both of those are very handy and we'll keep it in mind as soon as we actually come up with a plan to escape," May stated. As I listened to everyone talk my eyes were getting heavier and heavier. I wanted to sleep so badly but I couldn't so I stood up and started to leave. "Where are you going Daisy?"

"To talk to a friend. I think we should bring her along, but I'll be back," I explained to them.

"I'm coming with you," Shaw told me before jumping up to follow. I gave her a look before she continued. "Well seeing as you're in no condition to fight someone will have to be with you." I didn't need help but I let her tag along anyways.

"Why are you really coming?" I asked once we were on our way to Sameen.

"Honestly?" I nodded. "I just want to see our dear Sameen." She said before skipping ahead of me and making our way towards Sameen on top of the bleachers, reading a new book. "Hey sweetie, are you busy?" She looked up from her book before looking to me, ignoring Shaw.

"What do you need?"

"Well," I started, "I need to know weather or not you're in for a prison escape."