Darts fired in the air planting their long spines in the necks of stubborn attackers. The feeling of being struck by a metal baton registered in my brain and in a few seconds I was off balance. I staggered towards m cell, a cyborg cop following closely as it led other crims, including myself back to our illusion of hopelessness.
Sitting on the raffia mat, I waited as inmates came in one by one. A cyborg dragged one of the mates into the cell, unconscious. He was quite the fight. I could tell from his bruised knuckles and bleeding cuts. The silence was particularly deafening no one would want to offend other blood-thirsty inmates. I stared blankly into the silence and the occasional sound of cracking knuckles put me to sleep.
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Metal Dorms
Science FictionHow would you feel leaving the cold grasps of prison and being forced by circumstances to trust the people who got u in there in the first place? Well that was my case after I'd broken out of prison with nowhere else to go except the H/Q of the resi...
