Pull your Life Together

Chapter 2: Prisoner 516

Caitlyn was at her desk looking through files. She had been Sheriff for 2 years now and have been trying to root out all Corruption in the force. She had kicked out most corrupted Enfocers and was going through StillWater Convicts folders seeing who was thrown in there for no reason.

Glancing over folders, a specific one caught her eye.

Prisoner 516
Age- 21 years old
Gender- Female
Name- Unknown.
Reason of jailed- Unknown.

The folder had pictures of the convict, her pink hair shaved on one side and tattoos and scars clear in her face. There where a few of when she was first imprisoned, and Caitlyn felt her heart sink. She read all the incident reports included with the convict and her face hardened.

Caitlyn refused to let the poor convict stay there any longer and grabbed her things heading out of her office and towards the Council to get her mothers approval. Once she had it, she then headed towards Stillwater, ready to free this young Convict from a unjust prison sentence.

Walking into the prison she saw the hulking form of the Prison manager at his desk, his cane right next to him. "Excuse me. I'm here for Prisoner 516." Caitlyn threw the papers onto the desk a serious face. "Ah, not cooperating huh? Want us to have a chat with her?" The guy said picking up his cane.

"What?! No!" "Oh?" He picked up the papers reading them. "H-how many 'chats' have you had with her?" The lead Officer just smirked, "you know... I never thought to count." Caitlyns eyes widened, now nervous to see the condition. Once the officer let her through, she was lead to a Elevator, and with the numbers counting down more and more, further and further.

The further down she got a steady thumping could now be heard getting louder. As the elevators doors creaked open, the sound of fists hitting something was louder, and each step brought her closer. Until she was standing right infront of the cell.

The convicts back was to her, the numbers 516 facing her and the shock of pink hair was treason down with sweat and blood. Her prison outfit was covered in sweat and droplets of blood. Before she could study the convict anymore the thumping stopped, and her head turned to revel a grey blue eye and a gruff, pained voice.

"Who the hell are you?"