Prison Mate

•3- Excitement For The Wrong Reasons•

Alpha William stood tall in front of the combined class, no sign of happiness could be seen. One thing I did notice is that he was a bit tired, the bags under his makeup covered eyes was obvious. Today I was going to be extra observant, I even brought a brand new notebook to note everything odd. The first one was right in front of me.
1- Odd Alpha behavior. Does not seem like ordinary self.

"Welcome children, your teacher have already told you the rules and such. So, there's nothing holding us back from going through these gates," he states, pointing to the extremely heavy 3 door entry.
2- All gates are wide open and we aren't even in yet. Newspapers never said all gates are opened at the same time for security reasons.

"Now follow me, and be orderly. We don't need any trouble makers," he says, motioning for us to follow him. We did, me and Darien in the middle. I didn't want them to get suspicious of me and my constant notes.

I looked around, awhile ago I read an article stating that there were only 200 guards stationed at this prison. Wrong.
3- Over 300 guards. Media lies.

As we entered the main prison building my heart started to beat faster. I was getting more excited than I had planned. I was also a bit scared, but also... I can't figure out this other feeling. I'll stick it to an unknown fear. But it doesn't feel bad.

"Okay kids, welcome to the Alpha High Security Prison," a deep, old voice speaks up. I try and jump up to see who it is, but Darien ended up giving me a piggy back ride. He was already tall enough to see above everybody else. I just stood out like a sore thumb while on his back.

"I hope you enjoy the tour. Now let's get going," the old warden says, taking the lead. Our Alpha standing tall next to him.

The halls were white and boring, everything looking exactly the same.
4- Maze-like prison. Everything looks same.

I was taking note of everything that stuck out to me and possibly not other people. I was planning to show Greta and Darien this later, to see if they also saw what I saw.

"As you may not know there is no prisoner mess hall here," the warden speaks up. "The prisoners always stay in their cells. No nothing, not even if they die. One of the prisoners had a dead body in his cell for his whole first year because of that rule," he snickered. I frowned, after a month a body is obviously dead. It's pretty sadistic to leave the body rot with the new prisoner, but I guess they deserve all the bad things in life.
5- Sadistic Warden.

Sweet and simple. That's what I'm trying to stick with so it doesn't look obvious.

We walked, well I rode, for another ten minutes before we reached an open area full of cell doors. "This is the lowest level of security in this prison." There was a guard by each door, even a couple grey wolves pacing around. Rumor has it that the darker your fur is, the stronger you are. White wolves aren't known for their strength, just beauty. Mine was in the middle somewhere.

"There are currently 12 prisoners in here. All there crimes include killing between five to ten werewolves," the warden says while glaring at all of the cells. Who wouldn't just want to give these worthless bodies of flesh a death glare? I wonder why they kept them alive? I wish I could write a note, but no, there was nothing that was too odd.

The warden talked for another ten minutes before we moved to the Middle Security section. Two guards by each door, holding a loaded gun with silver bullets. They killed ten plus werewolves, disgusting beyond words.

But I was still excited. My heart bested fast, and I was breathing heavy. I put my hand over my heart, begging it to slow down. Maybe I should walk. I get off Darian's back and he looks down at me with slightly worry. He hears my heartbeat. I smile lightly, showing him I'm okay, but I knew he didn't believe it.