Behemoths [ON HOLD]

Prologue

They're monsters. They take our families, our homes, our freedom but dare to call us the bad ones.

They're moving me- again- and far away at that. Don't they see it's getting boring? I always manage to escape whether it's a standard prison or a high security one, so they're just wasting manpower and time. Best solution is to just leave me alone; all though curiosity is getting the best of me, and I gave up trying to escape before they put me on a plane to the Xolion islands. I sat on the plane remembering what my cell mate told me whilst laying on our bunk beds the night before they dragged me away and his words echoed through my head in a constant debate of whether or not it was complete bullshit.

We live in constant terror, in hiding or strict discipline, just to stay free; But they hunt us down anyway, looking for an excuse to lock us up and chain us down.

"Mate you're well lucky"

"What's lucky about moving to another dump?"

"I'm tellin ya, take those words back before they take yo ass off the list cuz that place is fucking paradise man."

"And how would you know? Did they move you from this paradise you speak of to this hell hole or did you get a post card with a nice picture and "Wish you were here" text written in comic sans from someone?"

"You betcha ass I did, with a nice selfie on a beach on the front and everything."

"Wait are you shitting me? Who the fuck from?"

"My cousin Toby was put in there half a year ago, practically 4 weeks before you where transferred. The little shit even put a little x at the end to mock me. Heh, that little cunt."

"How do you know he isn't lying though? You know just to make you feel bad."

"The little twerp was never a liar. Well after I found out one time and gave his ass a nice whoopin he wasn't- This was before, you know... But the picture ain't fake either, he has some sort of numbers on his wrist and a bracelet thing at the top of his arm with yellow gems or some gay shit. Tell you what I ain't no homophobe but the kid was as straight as the pole his mother dances on, so him wearing a thing like that out his own will would mean that pigs can fly and his mum was actually a waitress like she said. Besides no one gets out once they're in ya know."

Yet we are born into this world innocent and unknowing of the accusations we will face and slowly turn us into the monsters they see us as.

"But paradise you say? I'm sure the word has a different meaning once you apply it to a damn prison."

"Hey if you don't have to wear a heavy ass ball round your ankles whenever you leave your cell and the damn thing has a beach then it's on the border of heaven and paradise. Of course Heaven would be freedom and not being hunted but that's impossible so I swear to god mercury if you as much as try to touch whatever security they have there I'll break out meself and kick your nuts up your throat. Got it? Oh and I demand a post card once you get there."

So we defend ourselves to the best of our abilities fearing the life we were given will be taken away from us, but it seems that whatever we do, we are always found and defeated.

A damn beach eh? I'd like to see that. At least I'll send him a post card and be off, if they've got a beach then they have a damn good opening to escape- Although they probably thought that through already and blocked it one way or another; Bet they managed to get everyone in a trance with their fancy bracelets and what not so they don't leave. So whilst they're busy brainwashing others, I'll be swimming away from their paradise bullshit.

There is no hope for us.