Tears of sun

Chapter one; Donton has arrived

Donton has arrived

Guards lead Donton through claustrophobic halls of various lengths. Beady eyes stare at him through the thick steel bars that line the walls. Unescapable. That was Donton was told as he entered the prison. unimaginable. Dark. Cold. Those words had been unmistakably true. Donton shivered and goosebumps lined his bare arms, for his cotton t-shirt did poorly to fight the cold. The guards' boots clattered down the stone as Donton's sneakers squeaked and squashed with every step from the wet rainy puddles outside. Donton almost laughed at his inferiority to the guards beside him. He imagined a five year old boy in his place, thinking he was about to see his parents whom had abandon him so long ago. Donton remembered the orphanage, owning the street, then coming back to a safe place to stay for the night. He was stupid to mess that up for himself. The guards wore large thick jackets that Donton longed to steal, he was good at stealing after all, he was a kleptomaniac. The guard on his left pulled out a strange key as the other held back Dontons wrists in an uncomfortable position. The guard opened the large heavy gate with a heave and Donton was shoved in his cell and the door was slammed behind him with a thunderous boom that shook the emptiness. It was like Donton had been fed to the hungry tigers of darkness that even the fearless guards feared.

Before Donton could wonder if there were others there with him, a warm sensation spread across his face. It started in his right cheek and spread into his neck and forehead. Warmth was quickly replaced by horrifying pain and Donton slowly looked up from his acquired position, the floor. When had he fallen? It didn't matter now, faces peered down on him through the darkness, some too close some farther. It took awhile before Donton could focus on the first person, the closest. A small blond boy. The boy confused Donton because he was so young about only seven.

"Hubert!" The blond boy lectured, "you didn't get a guard, you got our new cell-mate."

The giant of a man named Hubert stepped forward to catch a better glimpse of Donton in the poor light. Hubert grunts with little effort.

The other face closer to Donton stood up and extended his arm, "Call me Adit."

Donton took his hand and slowly stood up, "Donton," he muttered back.

"So," Donton swallowed, "What exactly happened?"

"Well," adit explained, "your new buddy here smashed you with his fists of mighty gratitude thinking you were one of the lousy good-for-nothing guards."

"gratitude?" repeated Donton, the throbbing in his head fading slowly.

"Yeah," replied Adit, "He's so thankful to see you that he punched you in the face!"Adit flashed a smile at Hubert who glared in return.

Adit was tall and skinny like a string bean and looked to be about fifteen. He had tanned skin and was of Indian culture, a cross dangeled around his neck, signifying his Christianity. He had hair cut short to his head showing one pierced ear holding a metal stud.

"This is Tony," Adit pointed to another tall man beside Hubert, "he's Hubert's BFF, so you better not get in between them." Hubert and Tony both glared at Adit, then at Donton in turn.

The thing that stood out the most about Tony was his flaming red hair that showed up even in dim light. He always seemed angry at something, the ground, the wall, Adit. Especially Adit. Other than looking mad, he just stood there with his arms crossed (which emphasised his angryness of course.) Donton made bold notes to stay away from him, and Hubert.

"who's the kid?" Donton nodded to The small blonde boy.

Everyone starred at Donton blankly.

"The 'kid' happens to be Todd," replied Adit.

"He is a kid isn't he?"

Hubert grunted almost a snort.

"I honestly don't know..." replied Adit.

Todd spoke up and told us what-for, "I happen to have a photographic memory, I have more intelligence than five FBI agents, because I happened to be one myself."

"Yah whatever he just said, I don't understand him half of the time he just goes on..." Said Adit

"Aren't you a bit young?" questioned Donton.

"Age is not maturity," and he was right, some people would never grow-up, like his parents. Donton's parents were never ready for a child so they rejected him. How long you've lived can't always determine your intelligence or capabilities. Todd was obviously capable.

Donton's head still ached and pounded with every heartbeat although he didn't want to look weak in-front of these people.

"Do you know how late it is dammit?" Hubert boomed then stormed off around a corner. Everyone else followed. Donton followed.

There was an old electric lamp in the middle of the crammed room revealing some rough looking bunkers. There were three bunkers, one on the right wall, one on the left, and one on the back wall pushed up against the right. In the back left corner was the smallest grossest toilet you've ever seen in your life. Ever. Cockroaches, probably the worst within ten minutes of arriving, scatter across the room. Donton walked over to the bottom bed on the right side of the room to get a closer look. The thin blanket contained many holes and stains, definitely far past the colour that it had been in it's former life. Pillows did not exist in this world, or sheets. Tony shoved Donton hard out of the way and Donton tumbled to the floor.

"Get up," muttered Tony.

"lay off," ordered Adit, "he didn't know."

"I said get up!"

Donton remained on the floor.

Tony was smart to stay quiet, but Adit, not so smart. Adit went up to Tony and shoved him by his shoulders. Donton was now on his feet.

Tony, caught off guard charged at Adit, Adit dodged right and Tony fell to his knees growling like a hungry dog.

"Enough!" Boomed Hubert, and everyone looked up. Donton noticed Todd shove something back into his front pocket. Tony stormed off back around the corner where the cell gate is.

"That's Tony's bed," Todd explained, "don't even look at it, it's his."

"I always make the best first impressions"

Donton was showed his bed and went to sleep to the smell of his rotting new mattress. He tried to not think about the cell mate of which he was replacing. That's when his dream came.