Confinement

Chapter 1

I had only come across him once, but I knew there was something inside of that boy that wanted to be released, like he left something unfinished before he came here. The most threatening prisoner, he became the centre of attention.

Newgate Prison, the most well known prison for the most vicious convicts in the United Kingdom. Strangely enough I had ended up working here; it was a stressful job and almost always the cons outweighed the pros, but the money and experience was what I needed.

Newgate was secrete and was hidden behind a forest of oak and willow trees in which various finials on the prison roofs would stretch higher than the tops of each tree, giving it its first nickname the 'impale institution', where the people of London would believe the that guards would stab the most ferocious prisoners onto the spiked finials where the citizens of the city could see the bodies peaking above the oaks.

The jail had held war prisoners 40 years ago, as early as 1914 in which World War I began; that was the time where Newgate Prison was labelled the most vicious, all I know, though, is that the torturous ways were still the same within the gates of this outback London 'detention centre'.

It was close to 8.00am, I was nearly due to begin my shift. I stepped out of the black cab that did journeys from the prison through the long driveway and back again. Grasping my coat I headed through the snow that fell heavily, the path felt longer than the week before but then again the weather wasn't as cold then.

I opened the giant steel door that bought me into the office of the building, lightly brushing the snowflakes from my dark brown hair, Mrs. Marden walks from around the corner.

"Ah, Mabelle. You're here, just in time. Quick now were short staffed, Im sure Elizabeth will be fine today so you do not need to help with anything there" Her shortness of breath showing as she took a moment before beginning to speak again "I would like you to warden the halls today, a few guards that watch over Males Ward C have called in unwell. Thank you. I'm sure I will see you on your break" She smiles sternly before turning and disappearing down the long corridor.

Great. Males Ward C wasn't the worst ward, but it was close to it. I had wardened there once before, the only comments made were rude, immature ones made by the old villains who hid in their cells.

I sighed and made my way down the corridor, the further I walked the darker it got. I was required to carry a tackle batten, I know it was for protection , but what was to happen? They were all behind bars, no one could hurt me. Not like last time.

I took a deep breath and nudged at the ward door before turning the key and opening it. I secured the door behind me and continued to walk until I came to cells that sat either side of me. Luckily, most of the prisoners stayed quiet, possibly sleeping or still unaware of my entrance.

I tried to hide my face, becoming unsuccessful when I heard a man whisper my name.

"Well, Well, Well would you look who it is" Another man with a deeper voice spoke but I was unsure of where it came from "Everyone, Mabelle's back to see us" his raspy voice raising, the prisoners seeming to respond with lite whispers, which then turned into loud cheering. I shook my head and straightened my uniform, gripping the batten tighter as I moved it behind my back. The roar of the prisoners died down before the familiar voice spoke again,

"Belle... Mabelle" That's when I realized who he was.

"What, Cook?" I released slightly more harsh than intended. I hadn't seen his face, but I knew who he was; Jack Cook, malicious murderer, not the most dangerous prisoner Newgate held but he thought he was the boss of this hell house. His presence made you feel uneasy, the way he would look at you like you were his next meal. Like female presence released something in him that tells you he would murder again, because he got a pleasure from it.

"Wheres the cigarettes you promised me last time?" I could feel his eyes on me from the other side of hall.

"I can't just sneak cigarettes in here, Cook, it isn't that simple" looking him in the eyes he didn't crack, nor look away.

"I saw you bought your attitude in here, Mabelle, so it shouldn't be that god damn hard to bring me a pack of smokes!" he shouted, trying to mock me but instead getting irritated. Of course he terrified me, but as long as he was stuck in that cell he couldn't go anywhere near me.

Turning to face the steel double doors I came through earlier, I cleared my throat eager to say something back to him, lash out, show him that I wasnt just some shy 22 year old girl that took his bullshit and had no problem with it.

"Look at me while I speak. Jesus Christ women are too much fucking work, they never give me what I request so it was easier to make them" His hands had wrapped themselves around the bars as he shook them with all the strength he had, looking like a boy packing a tantrum. His smirk not falling one bit as he continued to yell "But you're lucky Belle, you're lucky I'm behind these bars because I'm telling you, you're going to regret-" His voice broke as he was abruptly interrupted

"Shut up, Jack." The man of the words appeared from the cell opposite, I recognized his chestnut hair and distinct facial features but was unsure of his name. "Is that really necessary Jack, I mean it only makes you look like more of a freak than you already are. You aren't going to get out of here if you act like that and we all know it" he spoke, looking around for anyone to agree but no one responded, everyone too astonished for him even trying to talk back to the outraged man; even Cook was taken back by the words, he had suddenly become nervous.

The ward went silent before I felt the mans eyes on me. I nodded and gave him a small thankful smile. After that, the day went faster than I first initially thought and I was heading toward the office, hoping I could look at some files before I had to leave. I entered a room that came off the office which held the files that me or my co-worker Edith were able to access.

I was finishing my last paper when I came across a familiar looking picture placed on Edith's desk. Picking it up I noticed it was the man who blatantly stood up for me earlier, he was a good looking boy. Even though the photo was black and white you could see some flare in his eyes, his lips were plump and his dark hair was brushed back. His file stated he was 23 years old but the way his face looked in the image made him look different. He looked tired and unhappy which made him seem some what, older.

'Serial Killer - this convict would strangle then behead his victims, keeping the heads as a souvenir. 10 female victims - 60 years imprisonment.'

This file read the name, Harry Styles.