Criminals-An H20Ladd Fanfic

Chapter 4-Grimsborough

The doors of the truck swing open, and Craig and I both shield our eyes from the blinding spotlights centered on the truck. A man in a warden's uniform stands before us with his arms crossed. "I am the Warden Colton. You are going to be spending the next however long inside the walls of my prison." He looks us over, smirking. "New convicts. Huh. You two are not as.......tall as I would have thought, given your records." He chuckles, and Mini frowns. "Hey, size doesn't matter when you got fucking skills." He shouts, and the warden raises his eyebrows. "Is that right. Well then you shouldn't have any problem skillfully getting along with the bigger guys here." Mini steps back, and I can tell he knows that he made a mistake. I look at the warden. "Soooo......are you gonna let us out of this fricken truck or are we just going to have to be locked in here?" I sarcastically ask. Colton rolls his eyes, and calls over a guard. He unclips both Mini and me from the chains, and grabs us both, dragging us from the truck. He holds us by our shirts, and the warden looks at us. "I want you two maggots to know that I run a very strict facility. If there is any sign of a problem, you will be punished. You must adhere to the rules and the guards. If you do so, you will have no problems here. Understood?" He eyes us very sternly. Mini and I both nod. I hear Mini gulp. I glance at him. "Don't worry, Craig. I got your back." I whisper. He gives a slight smile. Colton looks over at the guard manning the door, and nods. The guard turns to the control panel and enters a code. I hear the click of the door unlocking, and the alarm whoops to signal our arrival. The warden walks into the building, and the guard holding us guides us inside. Behind us, the guard enters the code on the panel again, and I watch as the metal door slowly closes on the freedom outside. We walk for a little while, and Mini and I stay quiet. We shoot looks at each other occasionally, communicating silently our thoughts of the prison. As we enter a room full of lockers and benches, Colton stops and turns to face us. "This is where you will get changed into your prison uniforms. You have three, and you will keep the two you are not wearing in these lockers." Colton says, pointing to the lockers that line the wall. "You have both been assigned numbers that you can be identified by. Thompson, Craig. You are Prisoner 03951. Dennis, Jonathan. You are Prisoner 03952. Once you have donned your uniforms, you will be led to your cells. Any questions?" Craig and I look at each other. Colton stares at us. "No? Good." He turns and walks out of the locker room. The guard locks the door behind Colton, and then turns to us to take off our handcuffs. Once they fall off, I rub my wrists, looking at the red rings on them left from the tight hold of the metal. The guard hands Craig and I each a folded grey jumpsuit, with a pair of black sneakers on top. Craig and I look at each other, and we start to undress. I shrug off my blue hoodie. It feels weird not wearing it. I untie my sneakers, and pull off my black cargo pants. I step into the uniform, and pull it up to my waist. I zip it up halfway over my grey tee shirt, leaving the top four buttons undone. I then sit down on the bench, and slip on the sneakers. I lace them up, and stand up. I turn to look at Craig. He has the jumpsuit pulled up to his waist, and has his chest bare. I can't help but stare. His abs are so toned. He looks up and catches my eye, and I blush and look away. I'm glad I have my mask on so that Craig didn't see me blush. I turn to the guard, who hands me two more jumpsuits, and I look for the locker with my number on it. After a moment, I find the locker 03952. I open it and put my street clothes on the top shelf and my uniforms on the middle shelf. I slam the locker shut, and look back at Craig. He is getting his extra clothes from the guard, and then walks over to stand next to me. He opens the locker next to me, and places his belongings inside. Craig looks at me, and smiles. "So, you ready for prison?" I ask, and he grins. "Yeah I am." The guard steers us towards the end of the locker room, where another door opens and we step out into a long hallway. Cells line both sides, and at the other end, another door which I'm guessing leads to the rest of the prison. The guard pushes us down the hall, and as we walk, some of the prisoners lean up against the bars of their cells to look at us. I catch the eye of a couple. One guy has spiked up black hair, and he looks at me and stares. I can't help but think he's planning something. Another guy in the next cell points at Craig and yells, "You're mine, Pink Stuff!" He's about six feet tall, and as I look over to Craig, he shudders. "I think you just earned your prison nickname, Craig." I say laughing, and Craig smiles and laughs a little. We come to an open cell, and the guard pushes us both in. "Cool! We're cellmates!" Craig says. I nod. "Yep. At least we're together." The guard hands us each a folded woolen blanket, with a metal cup on top of each. They both have a toothbrush inside. The guard then closes the cell door, and the lock clicks. He walks away, and I turn to Craig. "So, you want the top bunk or the bottom?" I ask, pointing to the bunk bed. Craig shrugs. "Eh, you can have the top bunk. I'll take the bottom." I nod, and plop my stuff on the top mattress. I climb up and lay my head back on the pillow with my hands behind my head. I sigh, and then roll over onto my side. I hang over the edge of the bed, looking down at Craig. "Whatta ya think of prison so far?" I ask, and Craig looks up at me and grins. "Delirious, we've only been in here for about fifteen minutes. I don't think that I can really make a judgement call on what it's like just yet." I laugh, and then I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed so that they hang down. I swing my feet like a little kid. "Craig, you know, you can call me Jon. I mean, that's my real name. So, if you want...." I trail off, and there's a moment of silence. Then Craig pops his head out from his bunk and gets up. He smiles at me, and sticks his hand out. "Nice to meet you, Jon. We never got to the handshake earlier, 'cause, you know, we had handcuffs on. But now's as good a time as any." I look at his outstretched hand, and then I smile behind my mask. I hop off the bed, and stand on the floor. I take Craig's hand and shake it. "Well, it's great to meet you, Craig." I say, and then we both laugh. I look up to meet Craig's eyes, and I find him staring at me. "What?" I ask, and let go of his hand. He tilts his head to the side a little, as if he were trying to figure something out. Then he straightens his gaze. "Jon, why do you wear a mask?"