Proserpine: Chronicles

[frozen]

Breakout

What is the Definition of freedom? Mathematically, there are over 50 different definitions. According to morality, there is one- Freedom is a very broad concept that has been given numerous different interpretations by different philosophies and schools of thought, one of which state that it is the state of being free, of not being imprisoned or enslaved. It is the state of being free, unconstrained; the lack of a specific constraint, or of constraints in general.

One good thing about prisons is, you have all the time in the world to think about the most insignificant things, and have enough fights to your hearts content. But I didnt have even that.

I had two options. 14 years solitary confinement, or 28 years normal. Obviously, I took the solitary. Since many didnt choose solitary, at least that part of the prison was clean. I was put in the center cell, beside 2 others who had been in that prison for god knows how long. One was an expert at chess, the other a master conman. Very dangerous combination, chess and cons.

Once every week, the library-on-wheels, pushed by a pair of murderous twins brought a wide range of books to us. On the ba- Oh wait. This wasnt part of this jail sentence.

*laughs*

My mistake. I mis-matched the two different confinements. This time, it was just me. There I was, alone in my cell, with nothing but a frikin pencil and no paper to doodle on. The guards might as well have taken the pencil and shoved it up where the sun dont shine, since it was a fat load use to me without paper. Being in solitary confinement, you discover ways to use your surroundings to your advantage. In this case, I used the walls as my canvas.

There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the ****ty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We all share an addiction- we're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-****in' rah. Oh, look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.

Even though I knew this, it didnt stop me craving for attention. The praises of the guard upon seeing my work, used to spur me into a wild state of excitement. Too bad for the dinner-guy who brought my meal today. Sometimes, people are better off staying silent.

One comment, about how I was dirtying the prison with my graphite-created filth- enough to drive me insane. Killing was what I did, and what I am still good at. That same pencil that I used to create the masterpiece- as described by the guard-, was used to take the life of yet another worthless fool.

It took less than a second to kill the man, but why did it feel like an eternity had passed? Did I, for the first time in my life, Flinch? Did I have second thoughts? Whatever it was, it wasnt strong enough to stop me embedding that pencil deep inside the other persons Jugular vein, bursting it, and spewing blood periodically, to the beat of his heart, like a fountain. He died a very painful death. Damn. This means my sentence gets extended further.

*laughs maniacally*

As the Guards rush in, tasers fully charged, and night-sticks at the ready, the last thing I remember seeing is pool of blood surrounding the pale-faced body of the dead guy on the floor, with a look of pure anguish on his face. Then, I was knocked out cold
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I opened my eyes, and moved to get up, but as soon as I lifted my head off the pillow, a searing pain went through my head and body, almost as if someone shoved a 20 inch steel rod inside me. Talk about getting raped while you were asleep. I lay back, and turned my head to check the time and date. It was still the same time- 8 pm, but two days had passed since the killing. I had been knocked out cold for so long.

All of a sudden, I heard a sound, that slowly grew from a whisper to a fully audible, blaring klaxon, and thats when I realized something was very wrong. It took me a while to get used to my surroundings again, but from what it seemed, the Prison station was under attack. There was a fully kitted out special forces squadron outside my cell, and, I'm guessing even more guards further down the hallway. They were apparently guarding me from something- or someone.

Being able to fully hear and look, but not being able to move as fast, I slowly made my way to the door to look out of the tiny window to see what was going on. Every step felt like my legs would break off and fall away any time. Agony was the word of the day for me. Even whores dont feel the type of pain I was going through. I turned around and started moving toward the bed again, when all of a sudden, I heard guns blazing, guards shouting, dead bodies dropping to the floor, and a new type of gun- I couldnt identify it.

Being curious has always gotten the better of me many times before, just like today. I limped towards the door window to get a better view, when I saw 3 guards bodies flying across the hall, screams filling the area, and blue bolts of concentrated firepower passing through the hallway, when all of a sudden, everything stopped. No more guns being fired, no more footsteps. Only the Klaxon blaring now, when all of a sudden

*BOOM*

What happened next, I never in my whole life anticipated. The small area outside my door had been hit directly with an RPG of some sort, blowing the door off its hinges, and flying inwards, with me slapped against it, into the wall. Great. First I get hammered by the guards, now even non living things decide to kick my arse.

While trying to free myself I managed to see through the badly smashed door window 6 heavily armored and armed soldiers march into the room, with another man, with a mask on over his face behind them. He motioned to the others to lift my body. While the soldiers lifted my body, this person took out an object from his belt, and fired the light all over my face, before he ordered the soldiers to carry me off. Even for a well trained soldier-turned mercenary, there was a limit to what my body could take, and with that, I fell unconscious between the soldiers carrying me

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