Origin Story: Part 1 - Haunted by the Truth

CH03: Rocket Men

The sound of a door being opened, and chatter, stirred you from your napping. At least, now, you felt more refreshed then you had been moments ago, but you have a feeling you were only asleep for three hours... or maybe now five? Because your body still had the familiar feeling of needing sleep, but your mind did feel more alert and aware of your surroundings, instead of moving on autopilot and hoping for the best.

Regardless, you kept your back to the door and your face staring at the bricked wall, your eyes blinking as you were internally glad that the sunlight that now streamed in through the tiny window wasn't hitting your body, and instead fell upon a lone spot in the middle of your cell. You strained your ears to hear what was going on, but you hoped you looked like you were sleeping soundly, still, as the voices drew closer.

"Damn it, Jerry, I told you moving in broad daylight was a bad idea!"

"Not my fault you're an idiot," the other male voice snorted, but his voice was cut short as he grunted in annoyance.

"Enough you two. You're lucky you don't do much, or else you'd both be spending your days in prison. Now, stay in the cell and keep quiet," the voice of an officer snorted as he shoved the two thugs into a cell, a cell right next to yours. You could hear the door locking, and the ring of keys he had swinging in his grasp, as he walked away from the cells, stopping for a moment in front of your own cell, before continuing on his way to the left door, and leaving where he had come in.

"Keep quiet! I'll show you quiet!! –"

"Shit. Fred, they have a kid in here," the softer toned man spoke up, causing the rowdier man to glance over into your cell, and you could feel their eyes leering at you, making you feel horribly uncomfortable.

"A kid? Geeze, they're going after everybody, aren't they? A bunch of assholes," the one you think is named Fred spoke up, and you heard the two shuffling, talking quieter amongst themselves, and you decided it was about time you started to stir and wake up.

As you moved, you were quiet enough that they didn't take notice that you were slowly sitting up, wrapping the blanket tighter around your body as you stared at the cell door and analyzed your situation.

Likely, since the cell is old, then you could simply pick the lock to get out of the cell. The door didn't seem to be locked, but the security door will set off an alarm for sure. You just have to hope that the window is open... and if not... maybe you should bring the blanket with you, just in case.

Lazily, you made your way to the lone toilet that was in the cell, quickly peeing as you figured your actions will be enough for the two to notice you had woken up.

"Eh? Hey kid! How are you doing??" Fred asked, grinning, but was nudged in the arm by his companion.

"Shut it. I doubt the kid can do anything to help us, so just leave it alone," Jerry decided to say with a glare in his eyes, but they both turned to look at you as you wandered back to the stony bed, sitting down and glancing over at the two of them, analyzing them with your keen gaze.

The loud man named Fred had a tall, sturdy build. His brown eyes were dark and leering, but his rusty orange hair flared behind his forehead, making you wonder if that was his normal hair color or not. The softer Jerry had a much slimmer build, and seemed to be shorter as well. Yet, he had spiky pitch black hair on his head, and light brown eyes that seemed soft, but you could tell he was the more intelligent and crafty mind between the two.

And it was he that decided to start talking to you, to obviously get information out of you. "So... kid. What are you in here for?"

"... What are you here for?" you responded with a glare, and the other man huffed in annoyance.