This Boy's Name is...

Jailed

"Dammit!" I bloodied my fists upon the musty, aged door once more, "I've been framed, and you know damn well I was!"

"Then who really did it?" The left guard sneered. He brushed the near-white blond colored hair from his eyes, "If you're so certain it wasn't you, then who was it?"

He proceeded to raise the level of his nose and chuckled once more, "Tell us, filthy Rat, who was it?"

The guard next to him thrusted her fist into the other's arm, "Quit socializing."

"If it makes you happy." He let out a breath of air with annoyance, before straining his eyes in a circular motion.

I rocked back onto my heels and twirled around to examine my new home. Calling this place home is an overstatement. It contained two resting areas, one located on the left side, one on the right. They both contained contaminated hay used at farmhouses, except they weren't as plentiful as you might hope. There was only one window, which was a sliver on the door. The left corner is where I would guess to be where the relieving pot was at, but the lack of light made nearly everything difficult to identify.

In the right corner, something shook for the fiftieth time. My cellmate, I identified. I wonder how long they've been down here, for he appeared to have lost it already.

I took a seat on the left bed and yawned. The lids of my eyes dripped farther and farther down, until they reached the end. Everything would be sorted out in the morning.

My rest was cut short by the sound of jiggling keys. I shot out of bed and ran to the door, "Finally, you people've come to your senses." I whispered under my breath.

Three people approached me. The two guards from before and a third member. His entire attire was lavish, and his stomach was rather round. His face was disoriented, as if he'd been physically damaged.

"I understand you may not be pleased with the results, but I am here to inform you we have evidence. You are to be sent to death tomorrow for your murder of the king's son."

"Oh boy." I mumbled sarcastically. My mind was already plotting ways to escape. The last thing I wanted was to die young.

He left afterwards, leaving the two guards behind.

"Aw, you look like you're about to cry." The blond one antagonized. Just as before the same guard came to my "rescue" by elbowing him in the gut, "I thought I told you to shut it."

I left the two of them alone and laid down in my bed.

"Okay?" A voice quivered.

I looked over to see my roommate. He was a rather strange person. Never talked, never shared, and essentially, he never did anything outside of just sitting there.

"Just peachy." Crossing my arms and rolling my eyes, I scoffed, "Nothing like death in the morning!"

"D-Death?" He mumbled softly. His voice shouted out the phrase 'what's that mean?'.

"Stupid." I grumbled angrily. After a little while I sighed in a calmer tone, "So what's your name?"

His face shifted into a look of perplexity. He proceeded to shrug, "I don't know."

"Fine!" I snapped in a calm, murder-ish tone, "Then I'll have to give you a name."

"Huh?" He voice held a sense of fear in it.

"God your naivety is going to be the death of me." I face-palmed returning to my normal tone before hearing a noise come from the door.

The two guards were trying to hold back their sneers.

"I will murder you." I glared at them, imagining them both aflame. Afterwards, I shifted back to the boy, "I hearby dub thee Bob!"

"Real original." The blond chuckled.

"Why not call him Kale?" The other guard asked.

"The hell? That's my name!" The guard called Kale snapped, "Phyllis, let's name him Annabeth instead!"

The female guard hit his head with the side of her hand, "No."

"You're an ass." I grumbled, "We ain't naming him after a girl!"

"What's a girl." The unnamed boy asked.

"They're like us, but they're different." Kale shouted through the door.

"How are they different?"

"No!" I screamed and plugged my ears, not wanting to hear about that stuff, "We are not going there! We are going to get you a name!"

"How about we name him after the next thing we think of and get this over with?" Phyllis huffed trying to sound annoyed.

"Okay." Kale and I agreed.

"Barrel!"

"Fire!"

"Decapitation!"

"Decapi-what?" The guards stared at me as if I were crazy.

"I'm dying tomorrow. What else am I supposed to think of." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

"I like the name Kale." The boy smiled.

Phyllis held her face down and her hand smacked her forehead.

"You're name is now Toni! It's like Tony the Turtle, but spelled with an 'i' instead of a 'y'!" I smiled triumphantly, "Next question?"

"What makes girls different?" Toni questioned.