The Complex

[Cecilia Peromi]

Cecil turned away from Acon and started to walk towards a chair in the corner of the cell block. He sat down and closed his eyes. It was late and he decided that he should get some sleep. He felt confident that nothing would happen, those cells were designed to keep the worst criminals in the world. There was no way to escape, besides, Cecil was a light sleeper anyway.

[SadDubwool]

*Red sits in the corner*

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe relaxed a bit in her cell; she'd need more information if she wanted to get out of here. But there was one thing that the guard hadn't counted on.




Not everyone behind bars was a criminal.

[Poe~]

I struggled as my captors held my paws, pushing them against my back.
They shoved me into a room. A captain sat in a chair, staring at me with a smile.
     "Ah, the world's most effective terrorist in the world." He said. I stared him in the eyes, trying to detain him, but a soldier hit me in the back of my head.
     "Bring the Mask." The captain growled to a soldier near the door. The German Shepard scurried out, returning with a sinister bask that seemed its purpose to be covering my eyes. Blue lights flared on the straps of metal, speaking its true power. I would not be able to remove it.
     "Put it on her." The captain instructed.
The soldiers moved in as I kicked and screamed. The mask latched onto my muzzle. Needles shoved themselves in my ears, making blood splatter on the ground. More needles stabbed my eyes an I let out a scream of true agony.
      The last thing I'd ever see was my blood on the floor.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe pricked up her ears, hearing the screams of agony. What the hell...?! Sitting up, she tried to see what was going on. That scream... no one should have to scream like that.

[Cecilia Peromi]

The screams made Cecil uncomfortable, he had never liked the use  of police brutality to detain inmates, but these were psychotic mass murderers that this prison held. Most of the time the gaurds are forced to attack the inmates out of self defense. He looked again at the inmates in their cells. Luckily it didn't look like they'd start any fights.

[Tempest (Red Panda)]

The Red Panda woke with a start. Looking around and wincing at the screams. She covered her ears and curled up in her bed.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe blinked and shook her head. "Must be the prisoners torturing each other again," she muttered to herself.

[Farewell]

Zaida looked at everyone with not surprised, cowering or cringing from the scream. The scream pleased her, sounded like a coward... Although most furries here she labeled as cowards and fools. The Serynx huffed aggressively from the corner of her eyes seeing the Ragnos in the corner, still uneasy he was in her cell.

[Poe~]

I was shoved into heavy chains that bed my hands feet together. I couldn't see, and my ears were detained from proper hearing. All that reached them was the constant hum of my mask. Blood soaked my face, warm and sticky. I smelled other prisoners in they're cells. I was probably a sad sight. Seera DarkSIGHT. I had none of that anymore.
    They through me into the cell, tying my paws to chains.
"Great." Immediately, I jumped at my own voice. Before, it was beautiful, almost as mesmerizing as my eyes. Now, it was an unpleasant hiss. They had taken everything, even my voice. I collapsed on the floor, as the jail cell door shut with a clank.

[Aconitum]

Acon sighed and stood up to walk to her bars. "Could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep." She called in a civil tone as if she were a concerned neighbor trying to keep the peace in normally rowdy apartment complex.

[Cecilia Peromi]

(Hey Acon, it's my fault for misleading you, the prison cells don't have bars, it's just glass, sorry.)

[Aconitum]

(I figured every cell was made to detain the certain kinds of prisoners. Like... Considering Acon's bio and crap, I was thinking her cell was specially equipped to hold something of her species or some shit. Its not you Cecil. It's me )

[Poe~]

After awhile of rasping in the corner, I remorsefully thought of how weak that scream probably made me seem. No, I was the worlds deadly terrorist. But surely anyone, even a cold hard killer, would faint at the pain of tiny robots probing and mutilating they're insides? Distorting they're voice, tearing at they're eyes? Ripping out they're ear drums? Surely, even a cold hard killer, would scream when blood drowned them, and would never see again. All I had was my nose and feeling. Two.

[Aconitum]

Acon sat by the glass of her cell with her paws pressed against it. She smiled down at Cecil across from her. "I'll just bet that one had a grand old time."