Trouble Brewing

Its been 2 minutes since everyone started yelling at each other and I've already joined in on the chaos. It was a mass of insults and curses with few consistantly aimed at each other.

Me: "Can you all shut up now, I don't want to hear another word from you worthless low-lives!

"The only low-life here if the dumba$$ that thinks they can have character development in prison!"

"A dept drowned bastard like you shouldn't call others low-lives WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN PAY ME BACK!"

"The pot calling the kettle black huh?"

"SILENCE YOU HERATICS, MY LORD CALLS FOR MY ATTENTION!"

"Not this corrupt priest again. Didn't I tell you that quote "I didn't want to hear your voice ever again unless you're GARGLING ON YOUR OWN BLOOD!" Are you finally ready to meet your God?

"Well how about you gargle on deez nu-!"

"If I hear another the word NUTZ ONE! MORE! TIME! I WILL NEUTER YOU ALL!"

"Just like how your father neutered you and your dead brother!"

"SAY THAT AGAIN YOU ORPHANED PICKPOCKET!"

"Well at least I could steal the heart of a woman unlike you!"

"Ha! I forgot you robbed graves!"

"Pft, Alcatraz the Grave Robber stole a womans heart! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

After that specific yell everyone just laughed for a while at all the insults and the comedy of it. Sometimes a good roast can be a reminder that life is more than the stagnation you find yourself stuck in.

Somehow the prison I'm stuck in changed into a more cheerful cage. Reminds me of some other games I've played. And then after the laughter and chuckles their was silence. A calm as everyone became introspective. Till the marching disturbed the calm.

Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.

The rythmic boots of the guards could be heard even before I saw them. Bit by bit a few steps halted but some continued.

I finally see a five of them lined up marching to the right. The one in the back row stops and turns to my cell. The four that marched ahead of them kept going till they were out of sight.

They stood in silence and I was also standing and straring at them. She looks quite good in her suit. Its a nice dark green prison guard uniform with a single tree themed badge and three ribbons that look like a petal. She has a pair of black combat boots. Oh her waist is a wooden baton but thats all one would see on the surface.

She has a knife in her left boot. It has SN energy and is just pusling with both an external and eternal grudge. . . Its hard to tell what it is. Its much more complecated than the circle on the ceiling which is just one constant vibe.

Well moving on her ribbons have a spark of aura within them but her exquisit badge lacks the look of aura. In fact I can't even tell what energy is associated with it. Is it because its too high ranking of an item or is it due to my lack of experience?

Well thats a question for future me as shes about to say something. And with a glare none the less.

"Inmate B8760, why and how are you out of bed?"

I look to the patchwork name tag on my murky brown coloured jumpsuit. The colour reminds me of mud. On the patchwork nametag that lies on my breast that hides my heart it says B8760. I look back to her.

"I wanted to streatch my legs so I stood up."

I end my sentence with a shrug. Her glare then became more judgy and disgusted. I begin to hear talking from cells to my left, right, and all around. I am not the only person being interogated.

"A8760, can you support his claim?"

The man I share my cell with finally spins over on his bed and looks at the guard. A quick glance at me and then back to the guard.

"Its true. He didn't use aura or magic. He just started shouting about his annoying beliefs and stood."

I give her a smirk as she looks unhappy about the information. She goes quiet and just stands there with a glare. I assume my questioning is over.

Though I still hear chatter from the cells around me... which soon stops. Scilence fills the block as no more questios are asked. After some scilence I hear nothing then a mumble which gets louder which gets closet and closer.

"Left."

"Down."

"Right."

"Right."

"Up."

"Down."

The words that get closer and closer are directional from all round me. Its not the prisoners as they all lack the calm to speak with such a respectible tone. Closer and closer the voices traveled till one was close and the rest followed.

"Right." Comes from the right.

"Left." Comes from the left.

"Down." Comes from above.

"Up." Comes from below.

"You." Came from before me as the guard that stood quietly before my cell spike with a hateful tone and a disgusting smile. She tapped her badge and it shook for moment.

I look around the room for any changes. None so far. It seems as if she didn't actually trigger anything.

Till the ground beneith me quietly morphs into roots that wrap around my legs. I look down as I feel its grip.

"Crap."

I look at the sadistic figure thats smiling at my confusion. She reminds me of how much I hate her malicious kind of people.

"For disterbing the peace of the prison you will me punished. As the guard nearest to this cell I will be executing your punishment."