"Welcome to the Heavenly Fields Behavioral Center"
Bullshit. Heavenly Fields my ass. I thought to myself as I was so gently shoved through the building doors by two tall men in business suits.
Compared to my small 5'2" frame their 6' structure was actually pretty intimidating.
"Wait here" the tall man on my right said gruffly. Like I'm going anywhere. I can't move my hands cause you assholes cuffed me. I thought bitterly. This was all one big misunderstanding, but since I come from the lower class sections of our wonderful world, anything bad that happens gets blamed on us.
Well...I guess the reason I'm here is not a misunderstanding. I killed a rich man. He deserved it though...
"Stand up scum." The tall man on my left growled as he ripped my shoulder out of the socket pulling me up, "They'll see you now."
Okay, so he didn't really pull it out of it's socket, but close enough. Are you wondering who 'they' is? 'They' are The Committee. Arranged of businessmen and women, wealthy land owners, and of course, their whores of wives. If you could call the dumb air head bimbos that. I never understood why they got to be apart of the all great and powerful Committee. The only words they know are "spend", "pink", and "money", oh and let's not forget "like" that's their favorite one.
"Please sit in the middle chair Miss Arnou." Businessman number one nodded. "You are here today because we have reason to believe that you are the one behind Henry Moon-roe's tragic death. How do you plead?"
"Well, whether I plead guilty or not guilty I know my fate."
"Miss Arnou, answer the question - How do you plead?"
"Guilty.""Well, that settles it then. The Committee finds you, Hanley Arnou, guilty for the murder of Mr. Henry Moon-roe. You're punishment will be 1 year in the Field, but if you die before then, lucky you."
I was taken by one of the tall men in black suits to a holding cell. I would wait here until another crime was committed, then whoever was found guilty would be transported to the Field with me and we would be "partners".
To say I was surprised when I found out who my partner was is an understatement. Reed Murphy. He's the mayor's son, so the fact that he was being sent to the Field by the committee is shocking. Very shocking. He was the typical spoiled rich kid. Snobby, arrogant, egotistical, playboy, and much much more.
"So, pretty boy, what did you do to land yourself here?" I smirked. He'll never make it in the Field I thought. "Did you get caught with some whore from the backster? Or did you finally piss off daddy?" I taunted him. He just stared. Well, he's no fun.
"Actually, no. I did not." He fianlly snapped back. "What I did is none of your business, scum"
"Oh wow, name calling already? Scum, such harsh words." I replied.
Just then, four men in black suits came to "collect" us and bring us to transporting vans that will take us into The Field. Oh yay.
You know, I love car rides...when people talk, makes it much less tense. But no, Men in black suits don't smile, or frown for that matter, and Pretty boy here won't talk. Fun sucker I thought.
20 minutes of an agnozinly quiet drive we made it to The Field. A large sign read "Heavenly Fields Behavioral stadium. Go in as a Sinner, Come Out a Saint!"
I looked at Pretty boy "May the fun begin. After you pretty boy." I waved my hands toward the gates and looked back at him.
He looked terrified.
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