Metal Dorms

Part 2

Here I was again. Standing on the high corridors just opposite the dismal cells. The gray walls an epidemy of last hope but this time I was standing and watching as "crims" ( the shorter and more acceptable word for criminals ) trained.
Our christmas gift from the new world order. But when devils give gifts they take away so much more. A metal batton struck agsinst my back an order to go to the battle feild.
Now finally in the bloody arena I stood opposite another crim blindly jabbing a glass blade into the knee cap. The trainings were a blunt lie.
The enjoyement though was taking up all the hatred stored for eleven monthe and converting it to a fatal blow. Every year a battle to the death was waged out at our expense. The training was preperation. Onlookers would watch at a fistance, prison mates would battle it out to the death on the same bloody arena I stood. The way the new world order got rid of their "problems" not minding the mass execution involved. I stood blankly at the rest thinking of how fresh blood would mingle with the soil soon. A charge they felt would keep us ob our feet for the big day. More like "massive masacar" or "big death".
I pickrd up the sound of slicing air someone hurled a punch ate from behind. Two years now I'd been sleeping with an eye opened quickened reflexes and a sharper than blind sense of hearing. Prison reflexes as I liked to call them, the law tgat stated your ears will save you faster tgan your eyes ever could taught to me by " them".
The dodge was easy, but my attacker kept on hurling punches. I did a 360° with my right leg knocking him down to the floor. I cought sight of the glitter of nearby glass. I picked it up and in an instant I was holding it firmly right above his forehead ready to jab it in. I hated killing ; but his eyes didn't look like the type I'd forgive.
The next instant he was on the floor and dead with a peice of glass jabbed into his soon to grow cold forehead. Even though I hated to kill I still did it- I had to. I guess in a way I'd grown inhumane but what could one expect. Prisons were designed for that purpose at least new world order prisons were were.
  I remembered a movie i'd watched  when i was younger.

The jungle book;

"This is the law of the jungle ,
As true and as old as the sky,
The wolf who heeds it may prosper,
But the wolf who breaks it will die."

But in here;

   "This is the law of the prison
     As bloody as it's makers, (the world order)
      The criminal who keeps it will live,( with a good number of scars )
    But the criminal who breaks it will die. ( and far worse than the lifeless body beside me)"

      I stepped back leaving two attackers to collide in the head. What a bloody satisfying sight from the side of me somewhat front the world order.