| Posted: 29 Jun 2007 03:27 |
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Chapter 1- An Innocent Man
Its been 15 minutes and I barely moved an inch, I read somewhere that they have estimated that at least 9 million people are currently imprisoned worldwide, the United States has the largest inmate population in the world, with more than 2 million, behind us are Russia and China.
I looked to both my sides and I couldn't disagree. Rows of men and women all wearing the same orange jumpsuits filled the docks, as if they were the great Mississippi River. Some of them like myself wore gaint metal collars around our necks, they call it the Clamp, I can't really explain how it works cause I don't really understand it myself. All you need to know is that they stop you from usin' your powers and if try to take it off you'll fry up like Christmas lights, tax payers' money at work.
A guard dressed in riot gear, marchs up and down the lines with a billy club in his hand. I look at the woman in front of me, she was one of those green skin babes you only see in them Sci-Fi shows, she had long wavy blond hair and she was taller then some of the guys I played football with back in high scool, I looked up and down in hopes of gettin' too know her better then her own Ma if ya know what I mean. Cause this the last time I'm ever goin' to see a woman.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." the green-skinned babe said as she looked at me through the corner of her eye.
Before I can say somethin' smooth and sexy the guard hits me with his billy club, splitting open a cut on my right temple. "Keep yer mouth shut convict fer I shove this stick 'ere ta sun don't shine!"
Like a whipped dog I nod "Y-yes sir..."
Even with the riot mask on, I can tell he was smilin'. He goes down the line expectin' the rest of us Damned Souls.
"Good thing you didn't fall down or he would've knocked you unconscious." the green-skin babe tells me as we move up the line. "Names Gigantess but you can call me Jade."
she tells me with what I think's a Valley Girl accent.
"Nice to meet ya Jade, shame we had too meet here..." I turn my head back and spot the son-of-a-gun that whacked me, now beatin' on one of the inmates, Jade was right...They pick up what ever's left of the poor man and dragged him away from the rest of the inmates. The blood from the wound begins to drip into my eyes, I would've wiped it off if it wasn't for the handcuffs that was slapped across my f&*%n wrists, and was cuttin' my blood circulation.
"You look familiar...Have I seen you on tv?" Jade whispers to me.
"Me? Naw, I'm nobody."
"Trying to play the tough guy?" She looks back with a smirk which ranned from cheek to cheek, for a green chick, she sure has white teeth...
I spent half of the 80's in jail, so ya I know the routine, so trust me when I say the only way for people to leave you alone in jail is by actin' tough or playin' grab@$$ and I hope you can tell which route I took.
The line moved slowly but finally I reached the end of the dock, a huge cargo ship was docked at the very end, in big black letters it read 'Charon'. I walked up to another guard but instead of a billy club in his grubby lil' hands, he had a pen and one of them checkboards.
"Name?" he asks me with a dull and humorless mumble.
"Jon Blon." I reply
The guard looks down at his checkboard "Ya-huh..." he then turns to a man who was standin' beside him and gaved him a nod. The man reached in his pockets and pulled out a key, which he used to unlock my chains.
"Yer comin' with me." as if it wasn't even a question, no he just grabs me by the neck and drags me up the ship's ramp and into a small cargo bay, he throws me inside with such a force that if I haven't rolled with it, it would've broken my shoulder, he shuts the door behind him as he leaves. I rub my wrists and feel the blood flow back into my veins, I take a seat on the empty benches guess I'm the first one here...lucky me. What I'll do for a cigarette right now...
I hear some voices comin' this way. "Look man, this is the 6th Insectiods sightin'!"
"Ya mean those bug aliens Captain Apollo fought back when?"
"Damn right, man I won't be surpised if they try too enslave us and try to breed with our women!"
"Ya know their a-sexual right, Flowers?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means that they gots both male an' female organs. And ya should never trust someone who can literally F^%$ themselfs."
"This the room?"
"67. Yup this is it Flowers, let me do all the talkin' an' you juss try not to wet yourself."
The door opens and two more guards walk in, one of them had Elvis hair and was chewin' the end of a match, but unlike his friend he had on a belt with two revolvers stickin' out and by the way he walked I can tell he knows how to use them, the other guard had long hair and looked the part of a stoner.
"Mista Blon, Ah'm Captain Reno but ya can call me Johnny. And ta man next to me is Officer Jason but ya can call him Flowers...we all do."
"What ya want?"
"No need too be rude Mista Blon after Ah---we have some information that might even save yore sad pathetic life..."
"Oh? And why should I trust the two of you?"
"Ah was hired by one of yore ol' amigos ta keep ya alive an' Ah aim ta earn mah keeps." Johnny rolls up his pants and reaches inside his snake-skin boots, he pulls out a sharpened screwdriver and hands it over to me.
"Don't put it away right now Mista Blon, ya see...the Warden he don't take kindly ta ya an' he hired sum thugs who Ah might add are in their very way here to finish you off, why? Less paperwork ah reckon."
"If ya need anythin' else Mista Blon ya juss holla ya hear?" they shut the door as they leave.
I look at the poorly made shiv, I toss it across the room why ya ask? Cause against popular belief, I never killed anyone in my career as a supervillain, always hated the word 'supervillain' I think myself as whats the world I'm lookin' for? A modern day Robin Hood, ya see I use to be the Red Hawk, most feared man who ever wore tights other then David Lee Roth. Like I said I spent half of the 80's in prison, when I came out I went straight for a while, even got married and fond a nice lil' job on a fishin' boat. For once life was good...
Till the police fond the body of Kid Ion, some teen hero who comes out in the covers of 17. Well they fond my fingerprints, had no alibi and not to mention the kid was killed by a ultrasonic scream that exploded most of his organs, he died of internal bleeding...The Press went wild with the story. They fond me guilty, the judge damned me to serve Life here in Blackworth Penitentiary, its a Maximum security prison where the U.S. Government hold metahumans criminals, its the flagship of Bush's new superhuman prisons. Unbreakable in every word of it, but if theirs a will theirs a way, and if I'm goin' to find the man or men who framed me I'm goin' have to escape this hell hole...and survive...
The door slams open and 3 men wearin' prison uniforms run into the room.
"Where is that sucka?"
"Quiet Carrick, he has to be in the room. People just don't disappear from thin air..."
GOD! What ever happened to my youth?! I was able to hang on from the ceilin' like it was nothin', now I'm even lucky I even made it up here! I feel my arms burn as they try to hold on to my weight...if I survive this...no more Krispy Kreme. But then again...I never been lucky...
I fall from the ceilin' and land on two of the thugs, knockin' them out cold "Lordy! My achin' back..."
"Yer gonna be complain' then yer back after I'm done with ya sucka..." the thug kicks me right in the gut and I start doin' backflips as if I was a gymnast. I get up back on my feet but the &^%$ Face hits me with a Round House Kick to the face. He knees me under my chin and a palm strike sents me to the wall. His good but he makes a mistake...He gets close, I was able to catch one of his kicks and flip him over on his back, a kick to his family jewels stops him on his tracks. Thank the Lord for the Reno person, saved me life, as for the friend he mentioned...I think I have a hunch who that is...
I head up to the deck to get some fresh air, then I see it...Blackworth...A prison built deep withen an island. It's built from limestone and metal...It resembled a upside-down pyramid, guess thats why they call Blackworth 'the Pyramid' or even 'the Hole'.
I hear screams and shouts, I trun around and see some inmates makin' a run for it...They jump from the ship and into the cold icy water, only a few miles to Rhode Island's mainshore...I see guards push through the crowd and aim their MP5s and open fire. At least the sharks got somethin' to eat now...
My name is Jon Blon and I'm an innocent man.
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| Posted: 29 Jun 2007 14:39 |
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Pretty cool, very descriptive. It's easy to imagine everything that's going on. It's very dark and discouraging. I'd hate to be the main character.
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| Posted: 29 Jun 2007 15:15 |
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Thanks!
I thought it should be dark since prison isn't a fun place to be in.
As for Jon, I don't want to ruin anything but...Its just going to get worse and worse.
I'm going to be out of town so Chapter 2's going to take sometime.
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Chapter 2- The Birdman of Blackworth
"Line-up maggots!" A CO yells out as he removes his helmet, his an old man with a huge scar which runs down his face and over his left eye, along with his flat-top haircut, I can tell his a military man. He makes a list of the ones who made it from the boat ride. I look around and I can see by the numbers that not many made it...
"I am Captain Deadwood, as for you all...Your nothin' but worthless, fresh-off the tit, pillow bittin', no good maggots! Your days of F&*^n' the Girl-next-door through her goddamn pantys are over! In Here their are only two rules, learn them and you won't be seein' your days in Blackworth through a bodybag! First rule, I don't know who you are or do I care, you are just scum to me and you will be treated as such. Rights you ask? Ya got no rights here! You lost that right the moment you put on that costume and tried to rob the bank with your gonads stickin' out! Second rule, You better stay the hell outta my way if you know whats best for ya, but then again you weren't the sharpest tools in the box. Your in prison ladies...and the days here will be the worst days of your life, simple as that maggots!"
Deadwood walks up to a young man who was standin' next to me, I guessed his age to be like what? 18 or 19 years old.
"Whats your name son?"
The poor boy was so scared that he couldn't answer his question, he just starred at the floor
"Are you F&^%n cryin' son? Ya need to put on your war face or this walls will eat ya alive. NOW SOUND OFF LIKE YA GOT A PAIR!"
"Er-rick L-linder---OooF!" he was cut off by a kick to the family jewels by the CO.
"I still can't hear yooouu!"
The poor boy can't even mouth off a word with the hell of a kick the CO gaved him...
"Then again ya better safe your voice maggot, since ya be bunkin' with Black Eel."
With a name like Black Eel I can only think the worse...
Deadwood gives me the evil eye "What'cha lookin' at?"
"Nothin' Boss..."
"Whats your name boy?"
"Jon...Jon Blon sir."
"Heh They told me we'll have a celebrity but ya don't look like Paris Hilton. You look more of a birdman!" he laughs to himself. Not the first time people made fun off my looks. Back in elementary, kids use to call me Bird Brain cause of my beak-like nose, thin frame and my love for birds, God can kids be cruel...The name callin' stopped when I whipped one of the boys, when I turned to a life of crime I decided to use a symbol which ment somethin' to me, called myself the Red Hawk not cause of my powers but because of my pet hawk I had, Red. He was my bestest friend...my only true friend...
We then were walked over to A Wing and sent to our cells, as we walked in a single file line I can hear the other inmates whistlin' at us and "Fresh Fish!" "More cushion for the pushin'!" "What ya lookin' at Fish?" "I'll silt yer throat!"
I got cell 55 on the first floor, I set my stuff on the top bunk and look around the small box what they call a cell, the wall was covered with blueprints of every kind, there was a stack of books near the toilet. I hear a faint voice comin' from under the bed.
"Uh 'ello" I said as I peaked under the bed
"Whats up my man?" my celly says as he hops of the bottom bunk, he was a short black man with curley black hair and big ears. He wore a denim jacket along with his orange jumpsuit, he carries a small pencil which is neatly tucked behind his ear. I read his nametag which says U. Davis.
"The U stands for Ulysses, Ulysses Davis. You can call me Troy." he remarks as he shakes my hand. "Guess where cellys eh?" he was polite enough to wait for me to address myself. "Jon Blon, friend" I replied.
"Make yourself at home Jon, you may have the top bunk..." he walks over to the bathroom and looks himself in the mirror.
I pack my things when I find a sheet of paper on the floor, I look at what I think is advanced math, since when did they stop usein' numbers?
"Whats this?"
Davis looks back "Oh just doing Torricelli's equation, you know to kill sometime."
"Torwhowhatnow?"
"Evangelista Torricelli's equation on finding an object's final velocity. Simple stuff Jon..."
I shook my head and jumped onto my bunk. "Say Troy, couldn't help but notice ya don't have the Clamp on ya..."
"Ah well Jon I do have power and its the most dangerous power on the Earth yet the DOC can't lock-up no matter how many 'Clamps' they put on me."
"And whats that?"
He gently taps his head "The brain...Can you dig it?"
We leave to the cafeteria and Troy tells me he use to be a car engineer untill he fond out how little bein' 'good' paid him, he told me how he saw these 'gangsta' rappers on the tv seem to livin' the life so he built himself a armor and called himself the Trojan Horse. He was big and still is, FBI still can't find his buried loot.
I finish eatin' what looks like a Sloppy Joe but what tastes like what you find behind the toilet in Taco Bell. We leave outside and the cold air hits us across the face, the Yard's the only place and time that we can see the outside world. I look around and see some familiar faces, such as Caesar Rocco the head of the Leonacci Family. Clay Delios AKA the Gargoyle, who was playin' checkers with man wrapped in bandages. I ask Troy who the man is "His Caliban, heard he use to be some big-shot actor till he got badly burned. He just came back from J-Cat."
"They got a Psychiatric Ward here?"
"Ya man, on the 3rd floor. They have everything here, whole purpose of Blackworth is that we can't leave the island."
I lean on the fence and hear as Troy tells me who the big shots in Blackworth are. "That's Henrich Totenkopf AKA the Perfect Aryan. His some sort of Superman nazi or thats what I heard." I nod and look at the small white gang who took over most of the Yard's south area. "His the leader of the Ubermensch, a lil' white supremacist gang who think they own the Yard."
"Do they?"
"Naw man see Black Eel his the leader of Westside Homies, they're the real leaders round here. The Ubermensch numbers fell after Black Eel killed some of they're heavy players in the shower, those who lived..switched over to Commander Koschei's lil gang. Right now as much as they hate it, they both settled and agreed to peace but if ya ask me...It ain't going to last."
"And this Kosschy, who is he?"
"Its Koschei as in the russian myth...Well he runs a anti-america gang, he recuits everyone from Extreme Arabs, Neo-Nazis to Ex-Soviets."
I look down at my feet and see a wounded pigeon, he had purple and grey feathers, his right wing was bleedin' badly. I reached inside my jacket and fed it a chunk of bread which I was plannin' to eat later. I pet him gently tellin' him his with friends. I pick him up and tuck him inside my jacket, the pigeon doesn't pull up a fight, he knows his time is comin' and he accepted it.
"That might have Bird Flu, Jon" Troy tells me
"Don't worry about it...Eh Troy can ya do me a favor?"
"Whats that?"
"Take care of my bunk..."
"What? What are you talking about Jon?" I leave him in the middle of his sentence. Troy's a nice guy but I noticed some of the inmates look at me with murder in their eyes, I remember what Reno told me on the boat ride "Warden he don't take kindly ta ya an' he hired sum thugs..."
I walk up to a random inmate and tap him on the shoulder, before he can even ask what I wanted I knocked him on the floor with a left hook. Two of his buddies mange to fill their socks with batteries and started to whack me with it, luckly I manage to take one of them down with me before I blacked out. I woke up and a black man wearin' a grey suit stood in the middle of the small room. He was bald and like any bald man he wore a beard. His cold grey eyes stared at me.
"How ya doin' Jon?" he asks me with a deep voice
"Fine I think..." My head still sore from the beatin'.
"Ya know where you are Jon?"
I lean back on the hard cement wall "Ya...in the Shoe, right?"
"Your in solitary confinement Mr. Blon for hitting one of your fellow inmates."
"I'm guessin' you must be Warden Skinner."
his voice was serious and almost humanless "I know what your doing Jon...Your trying to get away from my grasp by hiding in solitary. But guess what? I have other ways of getting to you Jon...Such as no rations during your stay in the Shoe."
"How long's that goin' to be?"
"Two weeks."
I watched him as he moves towards the exit. Skinner says as he looks back. "I know why the caged bird sings Jon...And it sings for sweet release from its misery." He then shuts the huge red door behind him. The whole room became dark except from a small flickerin' light from above, I reach inside my jacket and pull out the pigeon which I have named McMurphy. I lay it on the floor and fed it some more crumbs, I gently pet his head. At least I won't be alone...
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