[SDMN] Imagines

Murder is an Art #1

Lol this is for fun and to be funny, not supposed to be realistic. 😛

Welcome to the County Prison for Murderers

Simon;
Finally, after hours of sitting on the shitty so called bus that was falling apart on the road and then sitting while my papers get filed, I'm free to walk. Of course that comes with restriction too; Two men behind me holding my wrists, which are already in handcuffs, shoving me forward in only one direction.

Prisons are as gray as they look in the pictures. Quiet and cold. Lots of metal everything. Haven't they ever thought of putting up a nice picture maybe? If I'm going to spend ten years here, I want to be wowed by some fancy decor. I don't want my prime years wasted on stained concrete.

The guards threw me into a cell as if I was a package being thrown into the back of a UPS truck. At least I get my own cell. It's small enough as it is. One metal bed, a sink, a toilet, and a tiny desk. All bolted to the walls. I do not need another person crowding the place.

But this is prison. I need to be realistic and lower my standards to the point I don't have any.

"Hey fish! New kid!"

Did he just call me a fish? What? I turn around and look out the steel bars to see an older man, not that old, with dark hair and a beard across from me.

"Those hacks getting rough with you already?" he laughed.

"The what?" I'm lost. I don't know prison slang.

"The hacks. Screws. You know, the guards." So this guy probably thinks I'm an idiot now. A five second conversation and he already seems done with me.

"Oh. I don't know if that counts as rough here." I tell him. This guy has probably been here for a while already. He's wearing a dull blue jumpsuit compared to my bright orange one.

"No, it does not. That was gentle." His eyes scan me which is really uncomfortable. Like, fam, don't look at me like that. Why do you need to exam my body? "How was the diesel tour?"

More slang? Does he not understand I don't know what he's talking about!

"The bus ride." he clarified, as if reading my mind.

"Uncomfortable and long." I huff.

"Yep. That's expected."

"Why did you call me fish?" I ask.

"Because that's the name for new people." he explains. "Don't know why, it just is." He turns around for a second, looking at something behind him. Is he done talking to me? "Vik. Come here and meet this new guy."

Nope.

A small boy, who looks much younger but he's clearly not or he wouldn't be here, steps out from behind the other broader guy.

"He's a murderer? Ha." I blurt out, snorting.

"Nooo, he's a dentist. Yes he's a fucking murderer why else would he be here?" he said shortly. I just squint my eyes because I don't like his attitude.

"I've killed people, you've killed people, he's killed people. Crazy ol' Behz next door has killed people. It's why we're here. Because of our lifestyle."

"Lights out!"