My work in progress.
I like to write, but I really think this could be the one that I get into. I've only written a prologue and I will be adding to it before I start Chapter One, but I was just wanting to know everyone's thoughts =]
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Prologue
Niall Vass was never going to come out quietly. Nor was he a fool. The police had him surrounded. The blaring whirl of the helicopter’s blades sliced the air with menace, the negotiator was pleading him to shuffle just a few steps forwards and to step out of the building with his hands up. They promised him immunity, though he did not believe it for one moment. Whereas most people in his situation would probably opt to wait it out and let the SWAT team take him out rather than spend the rest of their lives in prison, he did not want to die. Not here and not now, he needed to support his kids, his girlfriend. He took a deep breath, and stepped outside. A neon flash of blue stung his eyes, which was then replaced with a blinding white. The sudden slap of cold metal against his wrists and then being rammed up against the police car hit him just as hard, and then he was bundled into the back of the car.
All of this had taken place some four years ago. To this day, Niall regretted it. He should have tried to escape. He was surrounded but he took the coward’s way out and gave in. Of course, this had improved the length of his sentence, but not by much. It was still a life sentence, only at least he had a chance of parole now. His inmates at the high security complex were just as terrifying. There was Rusty, the famed maniac who burst into a school and stabbed as many people as he could get his hands on, including two police officers. In all, twenty two people died that day, with many more wounded. Some might have said he was insane in the head. His inmates would say so too. But he did not plead insanity, he meant it completely. Once jailed, he tried to kill his fellow inmates and now had to be chained to the bed and only let out for bathroom breaks (accompanied by six officers, two of who would physically stand beside him as he urinated, and even defecating) and his meals were fed to him by an officer. He was not given the freedom of having a tray, plastic knife and plastic fork. As well as this interesting character, Niall had the delights of Kenneth Sinclair, famous for his vengeance campaign and stalking, and then killing freed murderers. Many of the general public even egged him on, believing what he was doing to be right, but in the eyes of the law, an eye for an eye is not the way to go. He was given a life sentence and received weekly counselling. Niall feared for his life with these two characters sharing a room with him. Indeed, he was afraid to sleep with Kenneth free to wander around the room. He soon found a way to remedy this; he befriended Kenneth and pretended that he was a political prisoner. Kenneth fell for it, and gave him no trouble.
Niall was woken up with a harsh slap across the face. He groggily lunged forwards, expecting to have to lose a few teeth. The butt of a rifle clunked into his forehead, and Niall flew backwards, back onto his bed. He forced his eyes open and saw several guards standing over him. He glared for a moment, before being sick all over the floor. A little bit of sick splashed onto one of the guard’s shoes. The guard in question charged forwards and grabbed Niall by the back of the head, and bellowed at him.
“LICK THAT OFF MY SHOE, NOW!” The bullish man screamed at Niall. Niall closed his eyes as he licked his own sick from the man’s shoe.
“SWALLOW IT!” The devilish man was grinning like the Grim Reaper upon claiming a new victim, as he relished his control over Niall.
Niall shuddered violently, and he couldn’t do it. He coughed the sick back onto the ground, this time over to the side, away from the shoe.
“Leave it.” The commanding officer spoke calmly, and instantly the other officers fell silent.
“Niall Vass, you are being transferred.”
Niall saw the man with the syringe step forwards. All he had time for was “What the-“before he fell into a deep sleep. When he next woke up, he was no longer in his jail cell. No, what he was in, was a house. But this was no normal house. Because there were at least 70 other people in this house, and as he scanned the room, he couldn’t help but notice they were all dressed in the clothes that every prisoner has to wear. What they were in, was a jail house.
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