Surrendering Sanity

Condemned to Death

A soothing hum filled the cramped room. The only other sounds within being the subtle suffle of the page of a book as it turned and the everyday buzz of the station around them. The harmonious melody was religious in origin, a small symbol of the love a mother possessed. A memory never forgotten.

Memories was all she had now. Condemned to death, waiting away until the day she became one with the sky.

The metal cage around her creaked faintly, the slight buzz that had nagged her ears her entire life dimming slightly. The air distribution system slowling. Again? The ark had been lowering the oxygen supply to their prison ward, more commonly known as the skybox, for over a month now.

A earthen brow raised as the hum fell from her lips. Sapphire eyes skimming the words on the page unseeingly, lost in thought. Breaking the law was punishable by death for anyone over the age of 18, juveniles being locked away until their 18th birthday. Well more like judgement day... A trial is held then to determine whether the individual deserved to be released back into society or banished to space. It all depended on the severity of your crime. Yet when everything in life is a crime how do you truely live?

It was hard to be sure how many of them was truely granted a second chance, once you left you never came back one way or the other. But it was said the council had not been forgiving here of late, and now they were slowly depriving them of oxygen. Something was wrong.

Casey wasn't pleased to notice these things but she did non the less. Her father teaching her at a very young age to observe everything, explaining the complexity of the queen of the hive controlling the colony. Always watch and always listen even in your dreams.

Simply the council was the queen and every worker and child living along them only a drone. Designing a system that allowed them all to survive until the day came to go home and truely live.

So the workers and citizens where getting the oxygen, at the expense of the criminals.

A loud bang at the wall by her side had Caseys eyes rolling as she was pulled from her thoughts. John Murphy, the bastard, was unfortunately their neighboring cell mate. Harrassing the two girls as a pass time had become a habbit of his. Usually the fiery haired woman would retaliate shouting curses and pounding back in answer. However, her cell-sister was currently sleeping.

Gaze sliding to the slumbering form of Octavia Blake, the girl that was never ment to be born, Casey banged her fist against the wall once, hard. A clear sign for the fool next door to quiet down. His answer was to pound on the wall again. The subtle vibrations making her bed bounce. His sarcastic and whiney words muffled by the metal between them.

"Come on!!!! I was almost asleep don't stop yet!"

The fact she could hear him at all meant Murphy was screaming and he was listening to her hum. How had he even heard her? Heat flooded her cheeks at the horror. It was true his bed sat dirrectly beside hers, only the wall separating them but he had never commented on her singing before. And quiet frankly she did it often.

Not pleased with the answering silence Murphy began pounding on the wall again. Octavia ever so slightly figeting in her sleep. Irritation blazing in her eyes Casey glared daggers at the wall. Preying he could feel the intensity of her hate on the other side. Yet he only continued, the earthen haired teen with a sigh of defeat beginning to hum the tune that felt so familiar on her lips.

With John satisfied and placently silent Casey pulled her attention back to the book in her hands. Time passing quickly as she made it nearly to the end. Dizziness teased her vision as the words began to dance over the page, only nine more to go! Reconizing the oxygen deprivation for what it was she sighed, pulling in a slow breath thru her nostrals as she brushed a hand over her eyes.