Castle High

40. Identity - I

“And there you have it, the once proclaimed hero of the Jungle Camp – Jake Marshall, sentenced to fifteen years in Teenage prison. Unbelievable! It was a really tough battle at the trial between the both attorneys but at the end of the day – the fact that Jake’s claimed unintended actions weren’t efficiently proven and also the fact that there was so much implicating evidence found on him, sounded the death knoll or nailed it as we should say in this particular case. He is being transported to his detention site immediately as we speak. Oh here he comes, Mr. Marshall–your boss hasn’t been revealed yet–the one who paid you the five thousand dollars–

As you can see the police here are preventing us from getting answers from Mr. Marshall and also the mob outside isn’t exactly friendly. We would return with some more updates after a time out to investigate further. Thank you, stay tuned, ABC news!”

*****

Bewilderment.

Horror.

Hate.

Fear.

Those were the things he could see embedded in the stares of the on-lookers and the mob, as the police detail escorted him out of the vehicle and into the detention site. The mob weren’t exactly angry enough to throw stuff at him like eggs or whatever ridiculous thing they did in the movies, but their faces alone did the job of wounding him internally. Never in his life had he felt guilty for something he almost had nothing to do with.

But something else was on his mind.

He knew it wasn’t over. To think that this – Big Boss, or whomever he was wanted him to rot in prison was one bizarre conclusion. Like Joey, the man wanted him dead just like every of his pawn so far, so Jake knew that prison was going to be no solace against his enemy perhaps it was home to him. Who knew.

Could that be the point?

Frame him so bad, so that he get the life sentence and if he doesn’t he would end up in prison anyway where he would get killed by Big Boss’s men. Oh, the thought indeed sent cold chills down his spine. He knew nothing was definite where he was going to. He had watched a lot of movies and seen how criminals control the prison as a whole. Both prison-mates and cops could end up being loyal to a particular criminal. But was he being right to assume that this Big Boss wanted him dead? Fine, he might not have use for him alive but still, going through all that stress to frame him just seemed too much for someone you just want to kill. People only do that when the feud was personal and they loathed the target so much.

But the feud couldn’t be personal, could it?

In no time, he had journeyed into the detention site with prison guards on both of his sides, armed with pistols. Teenage prison as expected wasn’t an eyesore, rather it was actually welcoming in some sense. Especially to the sort of criminals that had being on the run for most of their lives. They’d be enthralled to be in such neat and tidy environment. The colors black and white dominated the prison surroundings, and it’s structure could be likened to any typical prison. Long hall-way, with cells on the left and right.

Upon arrival at Cell 19, the officers halted and proceeded to opening the compartment up. After the door made way, Jake was shoved into the cell rather violently by the prison guards, before the cell was finally locked up and both men departed. By the looks of it, Teenage prison was void of a large number of detainees owing to the fact that it was recently initiated by the government. There was no prisoner on the other side of his cell, neither was there any on his left or right also. The place was desolate and eerily quiet.

His thoughts however drifted back to its previous location.

It was immensely frustrating how this – Big Boss always took him by surprise. Every time when he thought he had figured his agenda out, it would turn out to be something else. He was tired of playing this game. He was tired of losing. Whatever came with being locked up in prison for 15-years, he’d happily accept it. If it’s constant battering by cell-mates, he’d happily take it. He was no stranger when it came to enduring pain. And if it was death on the other hand, then well–