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Authors: Luis Samways
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some of the most expensive shops in the world and they didn’t steal one thing. It was a slaying, a slaying of the masses,’ Says Jesse
‘The FBI says they think it could be a militia of some sorts’
‘How do they figure that out?’
‘I don’t know, you know how these guys work. They assume something right off the bat. It could be any number of things. Terrorism springs to mind,’ says Ricky
Jesse shakes his head in disagreement.
‘Well, terrorists or not, I’m sure the many people who died on this street today would tell you they were terrified when it happened’
Suddenly a street officer on the scene whistles at the two detectives from across the street. Ricky and Jesse look at each other in curiosity as they approach the beckoning man.
The officer looks flushed of colour, over worked and sweating; he doesn’t say anything, he just points at the ground. A graffiti styled mural has been tattooed on the floor. It reads: We will find you
Ricky looks at his partner who remains fixated on the message on the floor.
‘What’s up with that?’ Ricky asks as he continues to look at his rattled partner Jesse
‘It doesn’t matter what it means, all that matters is that we find them before they do anything else’
Four
Mrs Novik screams at the top of her lungs. She feels as if she has been locked up in her cell for an eternity. It’s the first time in her life that she finds herself locked up with no freedoms. She has never imagined a time in which she couldn’t go outside without it being yard time. She could never imagine a time where to eat, she would have to shackle her wrists up before they fed her. She could never imagine a time in which being a prisoner was a reality. But now is the time where she need not imagine, because these things are happening to her at this very moment in time. There is no time anymore. Just day and night. Freedom and prison. She only has three of those things, but the one she longs for the most is freedom. It doesn’t seem to be heading her way any time soon.
She screams one more time. She wants the guards to know how she feels. She wants the world to know how she feels. She can’t fathom a justice system that would stick an innocent woman in prison, but she knows it is possible now. She grits her teeth hard, practically grating off her enamel. She’s lost her sense of self. She doesn’t care anymore. Being the good housewife hasn’t paid off so why should she be the good prisoner?
‘Come on you fucking bastards! Give me my dinner already!’ she screams.
She’s working herself up into a frenzy. She can’t wait to see the smug pricks bring her her dinner. She wants them to experience the hell she is going through, and by god is she going to make sure they know how hot it is in hell!
‘Come on you cunts ! Come on! Come to mama!’ she screams, rattling at her bars like a rabid dog in a kennel.
It’s safe to say that after a certain amount of time every prisoner cracks. The guilty ones crack just as hard as the innocent ones, but the only difference between those two types of prisoners is the innocent ones tend to become just as guilty as the rest. They are the troublesome ones, the ones that flog shit at the guards. The ones that punch an officer for walking by their cells. These are the prisoners who want to get the correctional system back for their wrong incarceration.
‘Are you shitting yourselves yet? You should be, because when I see you I’m going to make sure you shit yourselves good and proper, you hear me?’ She screams
It’s safe to say that Mrs Novik is far from innocent now. She once was, but even these prison walls will make you into a guilty woman whether she likes it or not.
Five
Mr Conway is holding a meeting in his aquarium styled office. The marine life in his fish tanked walls give the atmosphere of the room a tainted smell of fear. Maybe it’s the fear of one of the walls cracking and a ten foot shark being let loose from its
‘The FBI says they think it could be a militia of some sorts’
‘How do they figure that out?’
‘I don’t know, you know how these guys work. They assume something right off the bat. It could be any number of things. Terrorism springs to mind,’ says Ricky
Jesse shakes his head in disagreement.
‘Well, terrorists or not, I’m sure the many people who died on this street today would tell you they were terrified when it happened’
Suddenly a street officer on the scene whistles at the two detectives from across the street. Ricky and Jesse look at each other in curiosity as they approach the beckoning man.
The officer looks flushed of colour, over worked and sweating; he doesn’t say anything, he just points at the ground. A graffiti styled mural has been tattooed on the floor. It reads: We will find you
Ricky looks at his partner who remains fixated on the message on the floor.
‘What’s up with that?’ Ricky asks as he continues to look at his rattled partner Jesse
‘It doesn’t matter what it means, all that matters is that we find them before they do anything else’
Four
Mrs Novik screams at the top of her lungs. She feels as if she has been locked up in her cell for an eternity. It’s the first time in her life that she finds herself locked up with no freedoms. She has never imagined a time in which she couldn’t go outside without it being yard time. She could never imagine a time where to eat, she would have to shackle her wrists up before they fed her. She could never imagine a time in which being a prisoner was a reality. But now is the time where she need not imagine, because these things are happening to her at this very moment in time. There is no time anymore. Just day and night. Freedom and prison. She only has three of those things, but the one she longs for the most is freedom. It doesn’t seem to be heading her way any time soon.
She screams one more time. She wants the guards to know how she feels. She wants the world to know how she feels. She can’t fathom a justice system that would stick an innocent woman in prison, but she knows it is possible now. She grits her teeth hard, practically grating off her enamel. She’s lost her sense of self. She doesn’t care anymore. Being the good housewife hasn’t paid off so why should she be the good prisoner?
‘Come on you fucking bastards! Give me my dinner already!’ she screams.
She’s working herself up into a frenzy. She can’t wait to see the smug pricks bring her her dinner. She wants them to experience the hell she is going through, and by god is she going to make sure they know how hot it is in hell!
‘Come on you cunts ! Come on! Come to mama!’ she screams, rattling at her bars like a rabid dog in a kennel.
It’s safe to say that after a certain amount of time every prisoner cracks. The guilty ones crack just as hard as the innocent ones, but the only difference between those two types of prisoners is the innocent ones tend to become just as guilty as the rest. They are the troublesome ones, the ones that flog shit at the guards. The ones that punch an officer for walking by their cells. These are the prisoners who want to get the correctional system back for their wrong incarceration.
‘Are you shitting yourselves yet? You should be, because when I see you I’m going to make sure you shit yourselves good and proper, you hear me?’ She screams
It’s safe to say that Mrs Novik is far from innocent now. She once was, but even these prison walls will make you into a guilty woman whether she likes it or not.
Five
Mr Conway is holding a meeting in his aquarium styled office. The marine life in his fish tanked walls give the atmosphere of the room a tainted smell of fear. Maybe it’s the fear of one of the walls cracking and a ten foot shark being let loose from its
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