Post by lostandtorn616 on May 10, 2007 14:20:07 GMT -5
Sunagakure Correctional Facility, Time: Midnight
Normal P.O.V.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, let’s pick up the pace now. Move along, move along. Don’t dawdle.” A masculine voice boomed softly, like glass being struck; men, women, and teenagers alike departed the bus reserved strictly for every kind of crook imaginable, a few of the women began to quiver immensely the moment they stepped off the rickety metal death trap.
Others who were used to the early winterly chill, or who were born and raised in a cold region, simply froze in place and tried to adjust to their newest environmental establishment; a prodigious white-gray-colored facility loomed ominously, cosmic noises of high-pitched bells bombed throughout the prison complex – or perhaps they were designed to drown out the screams of those unfortunate souls who had gone mad deep inside the compound.
“Alright boys and girls, gather ‘round. We’ll lay down a few regulations that every newbie and proficient crook, gang-banger, serial arsonist, rapist, murderer, necrophiliac and pedophile who came before you lot has been forced into obeying. Afterwards, if you have any inquiries in regards to anything specifically that you think we haven’t made crystal-clear, you may address either myself, the chief executive officer, any of the patrolmen, or the warden. Everyone understand?”
There were a few murmurs of agreement and “yeahs”, but everyone else mutely nodded. “The warden will now address you.”
He stepped aside and made way for a man whom towered over the majority of the small women and teenagers, while the men’s height exceeded to being less than a few inches taller than the head honcho of the decripit, more-than-a-century-old foundation; two rows of crooked teeth flashed malignantly in the cold moonlight as gray, marble-sized pupils looked down upon the miniature crowd; white buttons dazzled with every movement he made as he paced back and forth, infantile, chubby hands clasped behind his back.
The extra-large size uniform barely concealed the rolls of greasy, sweat-stricken skin that was the warden’s potbellied midriff, and the pants left little to the group’s imagination; every time his legs rubbed against each other, a long, droned-out scratching noise would ensue, leaving a distinct ringing in their ears.
Tufts of balding salt-and-pepper hair stuck out in crooked pin-points from beneath the hat perched carelessly on his creased forehead; a white brow sprinkled with black specks arched in silent mirth witnessing a few of the less strong-willed women and teenagers huddled together for either warmth, or for protection – judging by the obvious evidence of fear and nervous dither shining in their eyes, he came to the conclusion that it was the latter one.
“Alright ladies, clean your ears, stand on the tips of your bony arses and look sharp! First, I wish to congratulate you all,” he paused briefly, cold-as-steel eyes scanning over the stupefied and apprehensive crowd, smirking to himself, “For you lot must be top-notched fuckers. The crème of the crop. To be transported here must mean every one of you whiny, inadequate little Girl Scouts did something not even your mommas would love you for.”
“Then that must include yourself, you tub of lard,” someone muttered way in the back. A few snickered at the person’s smart-assed comment.
Whether or not he actually caught wind of the anonymous person’s remark, the penitentiary’s commissioner began to speak again as if nothing had been uttered while in his presence. “Forget all you scrawny whores may have read in novels, or seen in any old guardhouse movies; anything in relation to that cock-and-bull won’t do any good here. Here, it don’t make a difference whether you’re innocent or guilty: any proclamations of being presumed innocent until proven implicated in any sort of manner in the crimes you’ve been accused of will earn you time spent indefinitely in solitary confinement.
“Depending on the seriousness of the charges held against you in or out of the Supreme Court, you’ll be assorted into a specific Cell Block; they range from Cell Blocks One to Cell Blocks Six which hold juvenile delinquents, small-time robbers and gangsters, to Cell Blocks Seven to Cell Blocks Thirteen, occupied by the most dangerous, unpredictable sons-of-a-bitches; those bastards would slit their daddies throats for a nickel.”
He gave a loud ‘hem, hem’ as he cleared his throat loudly, then hacked back a mouthful of spittle and spat it on the ground; a glob of saliva and mucus laid festering on the concrete walkway as a few small bubbles popped. “We do things a bit different around here, some you may not come to appreciate, others you’ll find to be a bit... outlandish; unnatural; some even discreet, depending on your viewpoints. Every day you get three square meals; when it’s time for breakfast, you’ll hear the bell – signaling it’s time to eat, which you’ll be doing in your cells; it’s the same for lunch and dinner, but you’ll eat in the dining hall.
“Between lunchtime and lights out each day, you’ll be escorted to the shower block in the infirmary wing; you ladies only get ten minutes to do your business, and don’t come whining to me if you can’t find the time to wash your swollen clits and mutilated cocks. If you don’t understand how this procedure will take place, let me impute it in a way so you dolts can follow slowly: first it’s Cell Blocks One, then Cell Blocks Two, then Three, and so on and so forth. Also, there is a urinal designed strictly with the men in mind in every one of the cells, so only the women will have to ask to go; simply put, we bunk the men with the women here.”
He swallowed hard, then spat a second glob of mucus-infested saliva onto the ground. “You’ll spend no more than twenty-one hours daily in your cells. At break time, you’ll all be esquired to the equipment yard; there’s a few bench-pressing machines, some weight-lifting equipment, a few spare basketballs and hoops, and wreck tables where you can sit and chit-chat the hour away or have a few games of chess, so you ladies won’t get bored too quickly.
“Oh, and don’t any of you go thinking that you can just shimmy up the barbed wire fences to escape; chances are you’ll wind up getting electrocuted, and if that doesn’t happen or your life doesn’t expire within ten seconds, you’ll be shot on sight by one of the armed guards in the search towers overlooking the complex.
“Anyone who instigates themselves, or any of the other prisoners, into any sort of trouble while in the equipment yard or inside the prison will be put in solitary confinement for an indefinite length of time; this also includes the proclamation of innocence until proven guilty regulation I’ve stated before. In solitary confinement the only real company you’ll have is yourself, and surrounding you is four concrete walls enforced with cement and steel; it all depends on the accusations held against you that will determine how long the lonely sentence will be, stretching anywhere from a day to two months.”
In a millisecond, a collective groan of disbelief dispersed around the crowd; others shook their heads or gave impatient clicks of their tongues, fervent whispers fluttered from ear to ear, many frantic pairs of eyes darted around as though scoping out for a hidden culprit.
“Did you hear who’s hold up in Cell Block Thirteen somewhere?”
“No, who?”
“I don’t know his name, but they say he’s a few cards short of a full deck, if you get my drift.”
“I heard he murdered five hundred people in a single night.”
“Fucking psycho.”
“He massacred everyone within a three-mile radius; supposedly, in his own village too.”
“It was all over the news and mentioned daily in the newspapers for six months. That’s how horrific the incident was.”
“Rumors say that he had intercourse with a few of the corpses; some relatives, others were complete strangers.”
“What, are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
“Calm down, man. It’s only a rumor after all.”
“What about the other two?”
“The Uchiha prodigy... and the Scourge of the Hidden Mist Village.” (1)
“Anything in regards as to why they’re incarcerated here instead of in their respected homes?”
“Well, they say that-”
“Enough!”
Half the crowd leaped a foot in the air, the other half whipped their heads to stare wide-eyed at the warden; the whites of his eyes grew afflicted with bloodshot veins that pulsated angrily, his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, then let out a dying exhale as his pupils shrank, canines gritting agonizingly sharp against his incisors while his chest heaved up and down; globs of fat, licking, stricken with sticky perspire, a few buttons popped out of place as his stomach draped over the hem of his pants, veiling his black trousers down to his knees in a drooping, spongy curtain of fat.
“If I catch any of you speak of.. of... them again, I’ll have the lot of you chaperoned out into the courtyard, thrown up against the wall, and every one of you slut-bangers will be screaming against a hailstorm of bullets! All of you, shot like a useless dog without its bag of balls! Your blood will splatter the cement walls, bathe layer after layer in the sand! I’ll unbolt your bones from their sockets, grind them into powder and use it to replace my sweet and sour sauce for my spaghetti! I’ll cut up your dismembered carcasses, sell them to the Black Market and only get ten dollars for you ugly fucking cum-drinking, ass-bucking, dick-sodomizing bitches! You’ll all be killed like pigs sent to the slaughterhouse! Is that what you inconvenient little whores want! WELL, IS IT?!”
The unnerving, blood-curdling silence that followed was so thick you could cut it with a knife and butter it across your slabs of toast for breakfast. But this wasn’t breakfast. This was a matter of living with a potential serial killer and/or rapist as a cell mate and being killed and your carcass defiled while you slept, or worse, being convoyed out into the restricted quadrangular yard and put to death like a juvenile delinquent sentenced to a slow demise of strangulation by hanging.
“... Anyone have any questions? Any at all?” The second-in-command officer asked politely, quirking a powdery-chocolate-brown brow. No one spoke or raised their hand. “Alright then boys and girls, time for the cavity search. Come on now, strip down; we haven’t got all day to play, unfortunately.”
A few guards licked their lips lecherously, hand-picking out the females they wanted to search; a select handful were mentally hoping that they would have to forcibly impose the cavity search on the girls.
More than half of the crowd decided that it was best to get it over with rather than procrastinate and delay the inevitable, immediately slumping down to their rumps and removing first their footwear and socks and/or striped leggings, then standing to their full height and shedding their upper clothing; the guards paced around, eyes dancing with mirth as they scoured the women’s bodies while the less-masculine officers chose to take in the All-You-Can-Eye-Rape-Buffet the male prisoners unwillingly offered them.
A brown-haired girl watched with the greatest of interest seeing the men remove their clothing, smiling to herself as if she had died and gone to some Yaoi-infested heaven; the look on her face was one of deep exhilaration, as though this was a sight she was used to seeing. Under her breath she dubbed a few of them as her ‘new sexy pets’, mentally predicting which ones she wanted to see have sexual relations with first; then, slowly, a dubious frown etched into her face seeing the guard standing in front of her, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.
“Didn’t you hear what the commanding officer said little Missy?”
“...”
“Or maybe you’re just deaf?”
“... You’ll be the one who’ll go deaf if I get my hands on that electric rod you have concealed in your pouch there. And I’ll shove it all the way down into your colon.”
“Oh, really?”
“Keep that disrespectful attitude up Mister, and you’ll see me stay true to my threat.”
“I’d like to see you try that, girlie.”
“You’d like for me to do a lot of things, you sick little man-whore. None of which will be likely to occur. Does the notion of being butchered in your sleep sound appealing to you, by any chance? I think it would be an astonishing improvement considering how unattractive you are to me right now.”
He snorted, turning around and stalking away in an angry sulk, not bothering to turn around and watch as a triumphant smirk replaced the malignant upside-down smile she’d worn a few moments earlier.
Then came the part where they all dreaded most: the cavity search. The uniformed, armed guards pulled on the hospital-manufactured latex gloves maliciously, looking into the dark maws of all whom had pried open their mouths willingly and running the gloved pads of their fingers along every tooth, probing into every nook and cranny.
“Hey, Jiraiya! You could fit three cocks into this one’s mouth here!” stated a fifty year old guard with balding black hair, his pointer finger inserted into some unknown man’s cavern; waves of ebony hair trailed the man’s deathly pasty visage, unfriendly snake like golden eyes glimmered in amusement as a demented chuckle sounded at the back of his throat, seeming to be the only being actually liking the cavity search; the guard’s sneer grew, turning towards an elderly man – face creased with wrinkles and mid-back length silver hair – who was old enough to be everyone’s grandfather, grinning beastly, bold and proud, in return.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what everyone else was thinking: I better not be the one who ends up shacking with that baby-raping, sodomizing fag.
“Alright men, that’s enough. You can hand-pick your prison sluts out and pimp them in return for money and all that good stuff later; right now it’s time to cavalier these no-good, vulgarized streetwalkers to their respected cells. Come on, come on now. Don’t dawdle; it only makes everyone’s day worsen the more you stall.”
Five minutes later, the crowd bearing the gloomy regimentation (and fully clothed, thank the Lord Himself) was ushered into the penitentiary, dismal thoughts and wild musings dancing maniacally in their dazed heads; two hundred pairs of feet stampeded unceremoniously through the brightly illuminated halls, steel shackles clanging and imprisoned inmates’ fists banging, tossing jeering remarks that would make a few strong-willed men’s legs turn to cold jelly in five seconds.
“Aw, look at that, guys! Fresh meat!”
“Little chicken-wusses look down-right spooked to me!”
“I get first-dibs on the man-whore or bitch-ween who bunks with me!”
“Yeah, we all know you’d say something like that, Marty!”
“Fuck off Gale, you ass-fucking, cum-drinking son-of-a-bitch! I’m not the one who got sent here for trying to she-bang my mother while she slept next to my father!”
“Yeah, because we all know you got incarcerated here for trying to impregnate your first cousin!”
“Ignore them.” said the warden nonchalantly, as if this were something he dealt with 24/7; knowing how much strain the occupation of one of the many dangerous professions that were hazardous could deal a deathblow to one’s health and sound of mind, none of the new-comers would’ve put it past them if that turned out to be the case, not for a moment. “This kind of thing is like a daily routine here, so it shouldn’t trouble any of you too much. Now...”
“Jiraiya, Deidara, and Rock Lee here will escort some of you to Cell Blocks One to Seven; Kakashi, Tsunade, and Gai will lead the rest of you troublemakers to Cell Blocks Eight to Thirteen. I’ll be in my office if anyone causes any sort of mischief. Good day.”
With that, the warden strutted off down the hall, rolls of greasy, blood-clotted flesh swaying obscenely from side to side with the tiniest of movements; all in all, it wasn’t the most grandiose of spectacular sight-seeings. Suddenly, the one called Gai spoke up, teeth sparkling as he struck a dramatic pose. “Alright, youthful ones! I hear you all have been doomed to rot here in this unyouthful estate, but fear not! Might Gai will be certain to spread the seeds of youthfulness to everyone here! If the lotus petals of love and youthfulness hasn’t spread to you all by sunset today, I will do five hundred laps around the complex!”
(Allow the authoress to state that when Gai said “spread the seeds of love and youthfulness to everyone here”, she felt very, very, very, very traumatized. Very. Much. So. A lot. A LOT. We now return to your regularly-scheduled story.)
“...” Kakashi stared back at the confused, curious, awe-struck, and (heaven forbid) drooling faces of the females who made up at least 70 percent of the dissembling group who hadn’t been assorted into Cell Blocks One to Seven.
“Okay... follow us please.” His unmasked eyebrow unconsciously twitched in irritation; had he chosen to look back, however, he would’ve spotted the drooling, ecstatic expressions of the females who were already half in love with Kakashi had doubled in saliva capacity.
“I wonder if I can get him to join my harem...” a brown-haired girl randomly stated, pondering over the possibility, then frowning as she caught Gai giving Kakashi fire-spewing glowers. “Don’t glare at my new sexy pet like that!”
“Yeah, cuz he’s...” stated another brown-haired girl – only difference was this one had light-tan skin.
They grinned at each other, savoring the blissful silence. “Macho!”
“...” Kakashi blinked, unsure how to handle this newfound exclamation of being owned by a girl who was at least seventeen years his junior.
Gai, unfortunately, promptly burst into tears. “Curse you, Kakashi! Why do you have to be so cool?!”
“We already told you! It’s because he’s macho!”
(1) Literally means ‘mysterious person’ or ‘strange person’. Another word for this would be kaijin. This (kaijin) is a term used often in tokusatsu (originally meaning “special effects” in general and specifically, a genre of live-action Japanese entertainment, encompassing many subgenres of television and movies), depicting humanoid monsters; some are displayed as evil, sadistic, and savage, while others are shown to be unintelligent and perverse.
Truths must be told: the warden will be appearing in later chapters, unfortunate as it is. Chapter 3 will be better! Much better!