Proserpine: Chronicles

[frozen]

Origin

Starting off in the slums of Liberty, my life was nothing but full of misery. Fights with other children was nothing different than sleeping hungry most nights. Stealing and robbing this is what I had to do to survive. The yield of robberies and such was so good, the greed kept on building, until it was insatiable by small time profits. Greed another one of those Deadly Sins of the Old World. No wonder my life was hell.

That night changed everything though. Now that I think about it, I dont even know what the hell happened. The only thing I remember was I was walking back to my corner of the alley, when I was attacked by a bunch of kids. Must have been thinking of taking revenge for the past fools.

The next thing I remember? A flash of light, me being held at gunpoint, wrists cuffed, and pushed into the back of a car, blind folded no, wait. I wasnt blind folded, I had taken so many hits to the face, my eyes were swollen, my nose was bleeding, I had a cut across my left cheek, a broken arm, and I had deep wounds all across my chest. But I wasthe last man standing.Too bad those kids wont be waking up to see another day.

*laughs*

Anyway, where were we? Ah yes. I was being shoved into the back of a car violently, and the before I knew it, I was being locked up. Of course, I didnt know it till next day, when I was rudely awoken by ah one of my cell mates poor bastards, they were insecure on such a high level, they had to rely on dominance to feel good about themselves.

I thought that the streets of liberty were bad. Boy was I wrong. If they were bad, this prison was like the gateway to hell. At least they had a uniform, which covered the body. I was literally living in the same old dirty, rags for weeks. Guess I dont have to complain about everything.

I dressed up, and sat on my corner, mind completely blank, until it was time

And thus, under a fake name, I was processed into the Sugarland Federal Prison, in the Texas system. If there was anything worse that this hell-hole, if that was even possible, thank god I wasnt there. Its funny, even though we sin everyday, we turn to god for moral support. As if hes got this magic wand, which he waves and makes all our pain, our grief just vanish away

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