“Prison” is a building in which people are legally held as a punishment for a crime they have committed or while awaiting trial. This was the definition of what prison was back a few decades ago, but now it has evolved. The prison system has become more like a military boot camp than a holding place for people. Guards having unchecked reservations about their abilities and authority ruled the prison with an iron fist.
The rules and laws were different first and foremost Every and all prisoners were chipped with an Ability dampener which doubled as a tracker, each dampener was injected under the skin on the right side of the neck. For a total of 6 months, an inmate is required to demonstrate their born ability to the administration and powers to be. Those who were born into freedom and chose the lane that led them to madness and incarceration did not value what the outside in all its madness could offer them for this was a world thrown into the jungle and came out on the other side thriving.
Cases like Shea Lirowk were common and uncommon in the same breath. It was common because she went into prison while pregnant and many have done that before but never on purpose. Her case became uncommon in the eyes of the world because she was at the pinnacle of life and chose to step down and be under the foot of the world's government.
Many kids are born prisoners and are thrown into the cage with the rest of the animals when they reach the right age to join Gen pop, but few would survive. Things became blurred in the case of Shea Lirowk.
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6 Months Earlier
“YA WORK PAPERS ARE IN YOU MAGGOTS '' a shout rolled through the prison speakers, all the inmates stood at attention and craned their necks to hear the following structures.
“INMATES GATHER AT SECTOR 2, CAPTAIN CHARLES WILL BE THERE WITH YOUR WORK PAPERS” a second shout rolled out and bounced off the walls.
Like the roaring tide, prisoners stopped what they were doing and sprung to their feet. Work papers were the lifeline of all if not most of the inmates. The rushing feet brought a halt to a lot of things. Vic lifted his head as he pushed the bench press bar away from his chest, hooked it, and let go raised his body up, sweat dripped off his jet-black hair and down his chiseled shoulders and down his muscles.
A pair of eyes sat next to him, seemingly around the same age as him. He sported thick blonde hair and sharp green and hazel eyes. He had an angular jaw and a slash mark on the left side of his chin. “How much is that now Vic? '' He asked as he looked over.
Victor stood up and reached for his towel but found it was being handed to him. “Thanks” he replied and started walking forward with the blonde hair flowing behind. “That was the twentieth rep, Mad I had to cut it short because of the announcement, Ivan’s going to add more to the workout sheet tomorrow shit” Victor sighs as they join the queue.
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“Say, Magnus what are you hoping to get this time around?” Victor asked, looking over his shoulder at the person that's been like a big brother to him for the last 5 years. Magnus chuckled at that they both knew he was only getting one job to do. He reached out and grabbed Victor by the shoulder and put him in a headlock then spoke “You know the syndicate will wipe this prison off the map if they change any details on my paperwork” He laughed through his sentence.
Victor shook him off smoothly and stepped forward in the line, “The Black Suns Syndicate grew that much in the last five years, huh, your work I’m guessing” Victor laughed out loud shortly and they continued to walk and converse till they reached a step in front of Charles. Victor stood there and stared down at Charles; he never liked him ever since he was a kid growing up in the prison.
“Here pipsqueak,” Charles said as he reached his hand out but then there was a pause, Charles stared at the paper for a moment and then handed it over, “Good luck kid,” he said as he pushed the paper into Victor's hand and shoo him away. Victor took the paper without even replying and stepped to the side, Magnus followed, took his paper and they both left without saying a word to Charles.
As they walked away, Magnus struck up a conversation. “Vic, I know you only have 2 years left in here on account of your mom’s sentencing, when you get out why don’t you come work for the syndicate we will look after you.”
Magnus sounded passionate about his proposal, but Victor paid him no mind and waved him off with a reply. “The syndicate is a home for you, but it would be just another leash for me. I was born in this accursed place with a leash around my neck. I don't intend to put another one around my brother.
Magnus fell quiet and chose to change the subject “Where did they put you this year” he replied. Vic lifted the paper and read the info and stopped. “Shit, It looks like I’m going to be working for the warden this year” Victor responded with a grunt and began walking again. Magnus held his held victors’ shoulder and shook his head. “Just keep your head down, we don’t want to find out if those rumors are true.
The two bent the corner and came to a halt something was off, Victor looked around and at the same time they both spoke “It’s too quiet” They looked at each other and raised their guards. “Well, Well, Well Look what we have here boys, if it isn't Ivans two little pets he’s been taking care of”.
A voice so crooked and its tone of an inbred hillbilly his body stepped out of the shadow of the light. He was bent forward slightly because of a hunchback issue, Victor and Magnus knew who it was immediately “Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell”.
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“This just in a [Class A Deviant] Has burst, A flock of Mutated Deviants classes unknow. The CGP has sent all top-level Headhunters to deal with bursts, Word has it that all 10 top Organizations, Mercenary Companies, and Orders are keeping their eyes on the growing situation in District 13 on the Central Continent.”
The Lifelike projection of the handsome silver fox persona with a missing right arm is replaced by a robotic prosthetic. He paused and looked out as if looking into the millions watching “Now a word from the WG Chairman” he said as his body faded but was replaced by another.
The chairman looked Hagrid but radiated power he stood hunched with a cane keeping his balance. “My fellow Survivors we have come a long way since the day we needed to survive fully but we are now stronger and more resilient, Have faith in our Precinct Presidents.