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 Live And Learn Prison Story *CONTRIBUTE*!

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PostSubject: Live And Learn Prison Story *CONTRIBUTE*!   Tue Jul 03, 2012 11:46 am

Chapter 1
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It wasn't like I had a chance to begin with.

The jury had it out for me from the start.
I guess I can understand. I mean, anyone accused for the crime I had committed should burn in hell.
And yes, I did commit the crime. I'm not afraid to say it. Regret is a pathetic ideal.

In a way, I'm relieved I'm going to prison.
It'll be like turning over a new leaf.
I can start with a fresh slate.
No more taxes..no more work...
Is prison really that bad?
Plus, I bet prison food tastes better than what I have in my fridge.
Miners aren't paid well, after all.
Perhaps prison will be like a vacation.
Well, considering I have a life sentence, a permanent vacation.

Pops always told me that things are only as bad as you make them out to be. The glass is half full, ya know?

But I do swear to one thing.
When I get to prison, I will not talk to anyone.
I know better than to make a friend, even when times are tough.
ESPECIALLY when times are tough.
Those kinds of things only end in betrayal, and you'll be worse off than you started.
Especially in prison, where your life is nothing more than an unwanted presence.

These were the thoughts the ricocheted through my mind as the prison bus chugged along the featureless plain.
We were heading towards Live And Learn Prison, some sort of labor camp in the middle of the country.
No one's heard much about it, but I would imagine that's because those who enter its doors never walk out.

As I glanced around the bus, I took notice of my future inmates. The large man in front of me was fast asleep,
his head cocked to one side. A small puddle of drool was forming on his black-and-white shirt. Suddenly,
he rustled in his sleep. I quickly averted my gaze to prevent any conflict so early on in my sentence.
My eyes shifted to the right where I saw a smaller and much younger inmate. He had short, dark hair and pale skin.
He stared emptily out the window and watched the prairie roll by.

I could tell right away. He was innocent.

He had that aura, that feeling on not belonging, and I could sense it.
Good thing I'm actually guilty, I have no time to pity myself.

I turned as far as my shackles allowed me to see who sat behind
the innocent man. To my despair, the man had immediately sensed my presence and shot a cat-like glare my way.

Crap.

Why did I have to look around? Why did I have to be so curious? Only two hours in and some one's already after me.
I formed an image of the man in my head from what I had gathered, too afraid to look back.
He was in his 30's. I could tell by the glare in his eyes.
His eyes...were they...yellow?
That's weird.
Actually, as I recall, that wasn't the only weird thing about him.
He also had long, silvery hair.
An image of my old cat Damon flashed into my head.
I let out a small chuckle as I compared the man to my stupid old cat.
What's this? I'm already nostalgic? I'm such a wimp.
I suddenly noticed that the large man in front of me was peering over the seat, his eyes aflame.
Looks like my little chuckle had attracted some unwanted attention.

"What's so funny kid? Don't you know where were going? Know your place!"
And with that he flopped back over to his side.

I'm really bad at avoiding trouble, aren't I?

I was planning on letting out a sigh, but stopped myself.
That guy was right.
Jail isn't a place for emotions.
It's a place for retribution.
But then again, Pops always told me that things are what you make them out to be.

So what will Live And Learn be?

I didn't have much time to ponder on this as the L&L crest emerged from the haze.
I turned to the window to take my last glance of the outside world.
And then we were consumed by darkness.



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PostSubject: Re: Live And Learn Prison Story *CONTRIBUTE*!   Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:47 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Live And Learn Prison Story *CONTRIBUTE*!   Thu Jul 05, 2012 1:45 pm

Nick go on with the story i wanna see where this is going.

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PostSubject: Re: Live And Learn Prison Story *CONTRIBUTE*!   Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:50 am

CHAPTER 2: EVE
I wasn't always like this.
A murderer.
And to be honest, it isn't my fault I am the way I am.
Things being the way they were, it could have been anyone.

At least that's what I tell myself.
It helps me sleep at night.

But I can't help but notice how common this attitude is amongst jailmates.
They always say, "I was at the wrong place at the wrong time."
And no one believes them.
So why should I believe myself?

As the gates of the free world closed behind us, images from my youth flashed into existence.

An island.
The fear.
Her...

I succumbed to these fragments of my past and let my mind piece it together in full.

It had been winter.
Not that it mattered, since it was always hot there.
On the island.
The island....I don't remember what it's name was...
The island was small. Only 15 square miles.
I knew everyone who lived there.
Everyone knew everyone. The population was about 60.
I hadn't always lived on the island. My family moved there for my father's work when I was 17.
He was some sort of scientist....
He would take samples of specimens, embalm them, and jar them.
He was proud of his work. He would leave his jars out for all to see.
It's not hard to imagine why we quickly became the outcasts.
And on an island in the middle of the Pacific, when the people around you alienate you, the whole world does.
I probably would have lived my entire life like that if it wasn't for her.

Eve.

The only person on the island who acknowledged my existence.
If only we hadn't met.

A sharp jerk of the bus woke me from my daze. I looked outside the window as discreetly as possible.
There was a warden there.
She had her hair in a tight knot and hid her eyes with dark shades.
She was checking off the prisoner roster.
I watched her through the glass.
She was...dare I say...cute?
"Next!"
We slowly filed out of the bus and approached her.
My heart began to race as I slowly drew closer.
"Next!"
Only two away now.
How pathetic...I'm am going to jail and all I can think about is a girl...
Still...
"Next!"
The boy with dark hair, the innocent one, was in front of me, and it was his turn to sign in.
The warden glared at him.
"Name."
Tears began to roll down his cheeks. He looked like a fool.
"J-J-Joseph C-C-Cline."
"Speak up boy! Don't you murmur in my face!"
The boy, whose name I guess is Joseph, began to cry even harder.
"Not gonna speak up, are ya?"
The warden said this in a somewhat excited tone. She reached behind her belt.

In a single motion, she whipped out her gun and shot right at Joseph's head.

With a sly smile, she remarked, "Welcome to LiveandLearn, Joseph".

And Joseph fell to the ground.

My heart had stopped.
That was my first taste of LiveandLearn.
The lies, the gimmicks, the false hope and trust, they were all cruel traps.
Lies.
Lies...
The island.
I shot her.
Eve.

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PostSubject: Re: Live And Learn Prison Story *CONTRIBUTE*!   Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:21 am

Chapter 3
She had lied to me.
But still, she didn't deserve it.
Even I know that.
That bullet was nothing more than jealousy.

I quickly correct myself. A piece of metal isn't jealousy.
The person who fired it is.

Eve...
She had many friends.
Since the island was small, there was only one school for Kindergarten through High School.
That's where I met her.
We were in the cafeteria.
I was sitting alone, as always.
And she was sitting with her friends, as always.
That was when she suddenly approached me and sat down.

I had no idea what to do.

Half of me was confused, the other half overjoyed, and a third half scared to death.
She offered me her juicebox and just started talking.
And every day she would sit down and talk.
She talked about many things.
Her family, her friends, her cousins, her pets, her this, her that.
But I never grew tired of it.
Her company was enough.
This went on for quite some time.
Then, in May, she stopped.
She just stopped.
She wasn't with her friends, whe wasn't at school, and, for all I knew, she wasn't on the island.

If only she had just left...

So one night, I went searching.
I had managed to get her address from the local stalker Noah (and that didn't come cheap).

And so, I went to her house.
There were no lights on, the house looked dead in general.
Dead.
I began to walk away.
At that was when I saw her.

She was on the back porch.
With a boy.
And that's all I needed to see.
It was at that point at which all my sanity had dissolved.
I stumbled home and blindly rummaged through my father's workshop.
I grabbed something cold.
His gun.
It was a beautiful piece.

He would use it to take down large specimens.
And so would I.

I shot her with surprising ease.
It's quite simple really.
Just move your finger a bit and they're gone forever.
Out of your life, out of your mind.

That's what I used to think.

But Eve has never left my mind.

She is still there, talking without end, torturing my soul.
Driving me insane.

And the rest was history. I shot her boyfriend, her friends, everyone, really.

I was a mass murderer.
And I took them down without beating an eye.

And that was when it hit me.
The magnitude of what I had done.
I fell to my knees and clawed at the dirt.

And since that day,the calm island air would be tainted with the blood of 59 inhabitants.

I escaped on my father's jet-ski and hid for 6 years.
I had hid amongst the slums of Chicago.
I was undetectable.
Or so I thought.
I betrayed myself.
I had turned myself in.

And what the warden had just done to poor Joseph has only served to amplify my promise.
I will make friends with no one.
I will talk with no one.
I will treat any kindness as a lie.

And I will never forget or be forgiven for what I have done.

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PostSubject: Re: Live And Learn Prison Story *CONTRIBUTE*!   Mon Jul 16, 2012 8:29 pm

Wait wait wait...
He has 3 HALVES??!?!?!

"Half of me was confused, the other half overjoyed, and a third half scared to death."

lolololol

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PostSubject: Re: Live And Learn Prison Story *CONTRIBUTE*!   Mon Jul 16, 2012 8:29 pm

Whats this guys age, i want to expand on this like ALOT, i have epic plot twists in mind =D

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PostSubject: Re: Live And Learn Prison Story *CONTRIBUTE*!   Mon Jul 16, 2012 8:38 pm

Chapter 3.5

Sometimes i see them.
Their faces.
Their grins.
Their Hate.

I never did anything to them.
They just hated me.
I noticed it on the first day of school.
I don't know how.
It just stood out.

It was like i was trained to see things.
They made their move on the second day.
I was just walking to class.
A foot went out.
I heard heavy footsteps behind me.
I saw them close in on me.

I just acted.

It was reflex.
Like i did this a million times before.
Dodge.Hit.Duck.
I didn't even falter as i attacked them all.

Their blood.
Only after i felt the warm splat on my face, that i stopped.
Everyone looked at me.
I looked around me.
I saw the horrors.
Their faces.
Their blood.

Only then did emotion knock me off my feet.
I got in to trouble after that.
Looking back on it, I didn't feel anything.
At least, not while i was fighting them.

It happened many times.
It was like i was trained to deal with these things.
Maybe it will help me now.

I almost threw up as Josephs body hit the floor.
But something inside me stopped it.
Maybe these reflexes would help me.
As the warden called "Next!"
I stepped out.
Maybe dieing isn't that bad.
I'll get to see her.
Her face, bloodied from my bullet.
No.
Not like that.
I see her in her beauty.
Before him.

Maybe...

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