Don't Say I Didn't Tell You So

Chapter 6

Hey all! It's been a VERY long time and you can only blame that one on me. I just haven't felt like writing, but i recently got a few comments and decided it was time for me to write more.

I have another chapter ready to type up, so it'll be up pretty soon.

Oh and I'm dedicating this to Mirandasoner because they reminded me that people are waiting.

(Titan on the side, but imagine him with blue + gold eyes)

Chapter 6

Lex’s POV

“One year in juvenile hall and then you are to be sent to a school for kids like you. Court adjourned,” the judge in a curly white wig stated. A massive bang with his gable and people started to rise whispering frantically about the event that had just taken place.

Honestly I wasn’t shocked; if anything I was shocked that I had gotten off so light. As people filtered I out I was roughly pushed through the back door and towards a large conspicuous van. They opened up the back door and cuffed my handcuff to the metal bar. Sitting on the cold metal seat, while the guards drove me to god knows where, my mind started to wonder.

That detective was there at the trial. Why didn’t he give me the charge of killing all those gang members? He had seen what I had done, why didn’t he just curse me for the rest of my life like any other would do?

I thought about those gang members and not even a tiny needle of guilt pierced into my heart, in fact it was the opposite. Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t if I enjoyed killing, but thinking of all the girls they had raped, innocents killed, drugs sold and guns traded to the wrong people, I could not help but feel a little bit of pride for what I had done. In a crude way I was giving solace to the people who wanted revenge, but could not achieve it themselves.

For a second I pondered over the thought of my first kills. Should I feel some remorse over what I had done? Is it right for me to feel proud? Am I going to end up some person with the craving to kill, putting some sick sense of justice into the reasoning? I closed my eyes, banishing everything from my mind. No, I will never end up like my mother and father; hurting people just for the sake of it. I will not trouble myself over these thoughts; they might just one day make me snap, however, I will never kill innocents.

Blinding white light cut me off from further thinking on the matter, the guards removing my cuffs from the metal bar and dragging me out from the open van door and into the shadow of the juvies huge barb wire fence. The blistering heat of the sun pounded deep into my brain, ending any sarcastic remarks I wanted to make.

Jesus and these people are wearing black as well. I swung easily between the two men as they hauled me though the barbed gates and into a small concrete room; separate from the rest of the prison. I was given a new orange jumpsuit and a white wife beater, and then instructed to strip out of the jumpsuit I was given to wear to the sentencing and put on the new one. They took off my hand cuffs so I could change, but a woman stayed to watch me from behind a reinforced glass window; the guards came back to get me when the woman notified them I was done. Next I was taken to a bored looking desk clerk.

“Name and age?” she asked. I was just about to answer when a deep male voice responded for me.

“Lex Major, 16.” One of the guards pulled my file from somewhere and handed it over. Seriously where did they put that? She placed it on the desk and typed something on the computer.

“Lex Major, cell room 35, floor B.” One of the guards left down a different corridor and the other nodded a thanks at the woman before continuing on, obviously taking me to my cell 35. Pulling me on roughly through corridors and thick gates we were soon standing outside of my faithfully assigned cell room.

“Food is 1 bell ring, exercise is 2 bell rings and bathroom is 3. Make sure you report outside your room every morning before breakfast, exercise is 3 times a day for an hour each time.” He looked down at me, confirming that I absorbed all of the information; I nodded.

He sighed and opened the door with a thick shiny metal key. I looked around my new room, inside there was a small bed and a small desk, both were bolted to the floor; at the front of the bed sat an animal bed, on top of it stood a tiny fluffy grey and white ball of fur, it’s tail wagging spasmodically from side to side. I raised my eyebrow at it in question and the guard saw where I was pointing it at.

“Procedure, came in a few years ago. Something about being alone and in a traumatic experience for a long time can lead to permanent physiological damage; give the prisoner an animal and problems are then avoided, while also teaching responsibility. That dog is now yours, if you mistreat or neglect him he will be taken away and your sentence may be extended due to un-rehabilitating attitude.”

“Alright,” I said quietly nodding. After un-cuffing me, he pushed me inside the room and was about it lock the door when he stuck his head back in.

“Everything about the bells applies to your dog as well.” And with that locked the door and left, I could hear his footsteps echo along the corridor. I turned around to get a better look at my new companion, a boy wolf-husky pup, according to his information tag. I whistled a tiny bit when I saw his eyes; one was a bright sky blue and the other a bright liquid gold.

“A wolf-husky? And check out those eyes….. Just like me then, a little bit more than odd and more than a little lost.” Kneeling I scratched him behind the ear and released the dog clip attaching him to the leash. He pounced on me, nearly making me fall backwards, licking and wriggling excitedly.

“Hey! That tickles!” I laughed. I placed him on the bed and sat down next to him. “Let’s see now, what should I call you…. Titan! That’s it!” I looked into his puppy eyes, “Well Titan, welcome to my messed up family, so far consisting of me, you and a gravestone.” I wilted a little bit and Titan gave me a small lick on the hand and pressed his nose under it. I smiled a bit, Well I guess I had better get used to this place; it is after all going to be my new home for the next year.