Prison Walk

Prison Walk - Chapter 1

Normal criminals would have thought of this as the walk of shame. Normal criminals would have felt humiliated, sandwiched between two guards, walking - no, being dragged - through this long stretch of corridors with the alluding end. Normal criminals would have tried to retreat back into their shell, making their features as small as possible while jeers and spat obscenities were thrown in their way. Or perhaps they would have been way too gone into somewhere, leaving behind a husk with eyes as empty as the endless drop of the void.

But he was not normal.

This young man, around his twenties was no longer considered as normal. Levi Ackerman had simply experienced too much to be labelled as 'normal' for another second too long. He had simply gone through so much, did something so sinful that his perfectly sculptured image of a gentleman was no longer trustable or reliable in any way.

To summarize it, Levi Ackerman had committed an unforgivable crime, and was to accept his punishment.

Like hell he would obey the laws quietly and obediently. Levi had made sure that he was never to be erased from the memories of those putting him into this unsanitary position. Sure, his decision did lengthen his time in this... hell, but to him, it was worth it.

Levi was born as a natural leader, filled to the brim with confidence matched with an impossibly huge ego. Allowing others to lead him like a collared dog would mean throwing his pride out of the window, and Levi would never, could never let it happen.

That meant not allowing the two filthy guards to usher him, and grip his shoulder blades with their filthy hands, while excreting an unhealthy amount of force onto them just to prove who the boss was. Levi was the winner in the end, as always; he turned out to be the one who was pulling the two sorry excuses of prison guards by their heels -not literally- to his 'own' cell. That was it, with both his hands cuffed and bounded by that annoying piece of metallic shit, which only served to frustrate him to no end.

The two guards handed him over to another few more shitty brats, -yes, Levi's ego was just this impressive- their eagerness to get rid of him as plain as day. Levi was then shoved into his cell, a little too roughly for his liking. Oh sweet Maria, can't people nowadays be a little more fucking considerate? Not that Maria was sweet; Levi would rather shit himself senseless and sleep on the floor nude than have any contact with the prison's cracked walls and rotting floor with his tongue.

The first thing Levi did was to study his surroundings, his well-honed survival instinct doing its magic, stripping everyone and everything off their masks. The floor was a disgusting mess of black and brown and green, flecks of weird tiny stuff dotting it like a Dalmatian dog. The wall was just as bad, if not, worse, its surface furry with green and glop of goo slithering down from who-knows-where to the ground, leaving behind trails of revolting reflective evidence.

Levi's gaze finally settled onto the bed, wincing inwardly when he did. In comparison to the wall and the floor, the bed was cleaner, but only slightly. It's supposedly white sheet was so charred beyond repair that it was no longer considered as a sheet; more like ragged pieces of burned fabric. Levi had the urge to personally find the previous user of this cell, to castrate him slowly and unmercifully. The bed was rock-hard; not that he was expecting any less from this hellhole.

The only thing that made Levi feel better -as in a tad bit better- was that his cell was free of any damn bugs, tiny bugs that bit and were extremely exhausting to annihilate. Oh and bugs that bred like two rabbits left forgotten in a hole. Or a room. Or a cavern. Whatever.

The entrance -or the doorway to outside- was made entirely of metal, evenly spaced out such that the unmoving guards outside could spy on him pissing without giving him any chances to escape. Levi could see into the lairs of others criminal, and that their current living condition were no better than his. At least Levi would be staying here for only a month, and for this he was secretly thankful to his lawyer, Erwin Smith, who was rumoured to have the ability to charm pigs into flying.