The Sparrow

Chapter Two

The Venus
Layla Lancaster

After changing into the orange jumpsuit that they had me wear I stood in the viewing room, scanning the concrete walls that lined the room. Every wall was this, except for two large iron doors on either side of the room and a wall of one sided glass in front of me. I likely had a group of guards on the other side of this, looking over my file.

"Jesus" I heard a guard speak on the comm device, idiot didn't realize he turned it on.

"This chick has more crimes then David had girlfriends in college"

"I know, you sure it's safe to put her in the same hallways as the people she robbed from? You think we'll get blamed if she gets killed?" A second guard answered

"Nah" The first guard answered. "If the great Layla Lancaster happens to die by some other freak in here I don't see how that could possibly be tracked back to us"

"Hey dipshits" I shouted, they both stopped talking.

I tapped my ear twice, and heard the click of the microphone being turned off. I smirked. Fucking idiots.

Shortly after reviewing my file they transported me through the Venus, this hell on earth prison jam packed with the riches and most powerful criminals in the galaxy. I'm at the level where I barely make the cut to be in here, sure I'm a dangerous thief, but most of the people on here are murderers who will cook you and eat you without batting a fucking eyelash. Trust me I know, I pissed a bunch of these guys off.

While passing through the cells I got multiple cat calls and death threats from the prisoners here. 

"You can steal anything you want from me!"

"I'll be seeing you shortly Ms. Lancaster! Don't think I forgot who stole my watch!"

I smiled at that one. As we turned a corner one of the prisoners grabbed my arm.

"Where's the tail Layla?" He questioned. I grabbed his wrist and snapped it, hearing the bone break.

"Don't touch me asshole" I threatened, he backed off, his wrist was clearly broken but the guards didn't do anything but give me a little smile, clearly not liking the prisoner. The prisoner backed off into his cell, and mumbled.

"Foxy girl has spice" Before I could respond the Guards shoved me forward. Eventually we reached my cell, unlike most cells this one had a large iron door instead of a barred cell. The guards turned the key, opened the door and pushed me inside. Instantly closing the door behind me.

I looked around the room in front of me, there was a bunk bed on the left wall, a toilet in the back right corner and a small desk on the right wall. No windows, only one large light mounted to the ceiling.

Laying on the top bunk was a young woman, maybe a few years younger then myself, judging from her tail and ears I assumed she was a werewolf. She glared down at me, then rolled over.

"Touch me or my stuff and you and I will have words" The werewolf mumbled.

I nodded. "Understood" I answered. Placing the extra set of clothes down on the desk. I walked over to the bottom bunk and climbed in. laying back and taking a deep breath. Needless to say I had a long day. I looked at my hand again, more specifically the orange crystal bonded with my hand.

I never heard of a stone being able to do something like this, was this a living organism or something? Whatever it was, I'm beginning to think that it's more then just a rare gem some old guy wanted me to fetch.

...

I jumped awake at the feeling of someone touching me, I got up and attacked whoever touched me, taking them down to the ground and locking them in a hold, holding back their arms and holding their head down with my feet.