Attitude Adjustment [Book 1 - Season 1]

Chapter 1: Pilot

 1792 tally marks adorned her cell wall in the sky box.

"Just a few more and that'll make five years." the dark brunette muttered to herself, finally adding the tally mark on the wall with the knife she stole from a guard two years ago. Huffing to herself, the girl slumped against the wall opposite her tally marks. Reigna was locked up in the Skybox about a month after her 14th birthday. Today she turned 18 and would be floated for her crimes. Combing through her hair that had gotten significantly longer since she was locked up, Reigna sighed, tucking the stolen knife into the side of her shoe.

"Any minute now." Reigna sat with her legs crossed, hand poised over the side of her shoe that held her knife. Despite waiting for this day for literal years, Reigna was determined not to die. If she had to kick, punch, bite, and stab her way out of it she would. She only had one friend on the ark and didn't even know if he had gotten himself locked up. No family to care for her, no one to return to, but still determined to live.

Reigna's right ear quirked slightly as she heard heavy footsteps walking up to her door. Quickly getting to her feet, Reigna backed up to the rear of her cell, balling her hands into fists.

"Prisoner 396 please face the wall with your hands behind your back." A guard's voice called in before they even opened the door. Last time guards came in her cell for her monthly deep clean, she had sent them both to the medical wing with broken bones and deep cuts that scar. She heard later one almost lost an eye.

"Bite me." Reigna called out to them, keeping her fists balled up to fight. Immediately after she spoke the door to her cell burst open and not two, but four guards poured in, quickly seizing her arms. Reigna managed to kick one in the back of the knee and attempted to run forward out of her cell, but one quickly took the stunned guard's place, clamping a thick metal bracelet around her left wrist.

"What the hell is that! Let me go!" Reigna kicked and screamed as the guards carried her out of her cell. She caught a glimpse of other delinquents being dragged out of their cells and cuffed with the weird bracelets. She thought she spotted a familiar mop of brown hair before a guard stepped in front of her with a large needle. Reigna flailed and knocked her head into the guard's behind her and he stumbled letting go of one of her arms. Reigna took that opening and rammed her shoulder into the guard to her left and grabbed the knife out of her shoe when he toppled over.

"Reigna Vivian-"

"Do not finish that. You aren't killing me today, you bastard." Reigna hissed and swung her knife out at the guard with the syringe, catching his bicep. When the guard before he hesitated, checking his arm for bleeding, Reigna turned and attempted to flee before feeling a stinging, burning pain in the right leg. The guard the headbutted earlier had recovered and shocklashed her from the ground. Reigna fell and was quickly held down by three guards as the uncomfortable pain from the stun stick lingered in her calf.

"You have been a pain in my ass since they brought you here." The guard with the syringe grumbled and made his way in front of her.

"I really hope you die down there." He hissed out at her, and before Reigna could question him, she felt a prick in the neck and then everything went black.

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When Reigna woke, she could no longer see the sky box. Instead she was surrounded by other delinquents strapped down into seats. Whipping her head to her right, she let out an audible gasp.

"Murphy? John Murphy wake your ass up!" Reigna used her slightly sluggish limbs to smack her best friend repeatedly in the face until his eyelids fluttered.