2028 xxxx
England - statal prison
07:00 am unknown cell number
The dark room smelled of decay
On the small single bed, a young man curled up trembling faintly
Ah ! With an exclamation, the young man sat up in shock, his head was covered with sweat, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"I ....I have time travelled?!"
His fingers trembled and he knew is own hand, he doens't need to look in the mirror, he can also know that he is no longer in his own body at this moment.
rays of light could be seen illuminating the place, taking a look, could be seen it was a site like a prison cell, just a little hole in a wall face, in other a metal door, a bed, a cubet to shit it seems and thats it.
where is this place, fuck, looks like a damn prison cell, what happened that i am in this place? i cant remember my name or how i have ended here, but all the previous memory are still there, so weird, just like a visual novel where u put a name and just play a lineal history.
surely, this body sure has hell isnt mine, its more younger, taking a peek to the extremities it could be seen that its pretty fit in muscles, i was lazy and with no time after having half a day work all the time, not fat but sure not so fit, just a little training from time to time.
i need more information to know if i am still on earth or where the hell is this place, why i am here like a prisoner, this body is a blank slate except a name - Michel Labonair.
Michel, Michel, it sounds like french, but the last name surely its french and i recognise it from a tv show, what was it?
-aagggh, my head!!!! fuck, suddenly a great pain arrives thinking about the last name, Labonair and what show can be, what was it, what was it, think.... think....
fuck, fuck me side ways, literally, fucking labonair that is from a fucking mosquitos blood suckers tv show and at the same time crazy, arrogant and pretty almost impervious immortals...
well thats all i can think about my sorrounding in the mean time.
suddenly i could hear screams outside the cell "get up sacks of shits, get up, its a new day sunshines, its time for a cold shower"
-hard striking noises against the door and opening it- prisoner labonair get facing the wall right now!!!!, to the wall !!!! , two guarda enters the cell one pointing me with a gun shotgun and other with a baton and a pair of spouses.
alright, alright, dont shoot - what the hell, since when u get at gun point in a normal prison to get a shower, in present modernity criminals are like vips in prisions with access to whatever they want just like being outside, this is bullshit, nothing like i expected.
-with a click i can hear the damn things on my hands, first time getting one of those, all my damn life being a law abiding citizen to end in this damn place-
today is your lucky day labonair, u can get out of this damned place after the showers" says the one with the baton , while the one with the gun follows me with his eyes every move i do.
passing trought the door i could see a largue pavilion with cells at both sides of the way, a second and third floor alike too where prisioners are like mad rabid beasts causing disturbs so early in the morning to the guards of which are a fucking lot to control these inmates pieces of shit in human skin, there are like 200 monkeys and the same in guards armed to the theet, what is this place.
getting driven with the rest of the inmates to a big place with showers for like 100 inmates at once, they tells us to get nude and take a place in some slot available, choosing one with where there are more guards seems the best option to do.
but if somethings needs to go wrong, will go wrong whatever i do, fucking murphy.
suddenly there is a mutin initiated and pushed up by a large group of monkeys, and the rest following with all kind of things like glasses and other things, getting to get outside the guards and pushing them to outside the first check to get inside pavillion cells, but this is not all sunshine for the inmates, as there is a trail of dead bodies and a few guards also, shots ringing like new year with no care of ammo like its unlimited
a carnage but i dont care they will get sooner o later controlled, but there are a group getting too closer on my way like looking for troubles.
the one leading 4 other monkeys , king kong leader says screeching like a bashee-" yo labonair, what a morning, u thinked u will get outside of here just like that?, there is only one way for you to get out, and that its in a fucking plastic bag, u will not be thinking that fucking killing all those rich kids have no backgrounds at all? they are pulling strings here to stage this show and me to take care of you.
now we are just us- he says smiling
fuck, fuck, how the hell i will get out of here, what the hell are he talking about, killing richs shits, be damned them and those shits, i dont know shit but fuck 'em.
in these situation the best its try to strike first because its impossible to run in the only way outside being blocked.
shit, i sure as hell will not go without fighting , be damned if i dont try to get one atleast and best the cocky one leading, the fuck u will get something from your deal with whoever it is, it will mean shit if i kill u first shithead.
-snif, uf, snif, uf, i can feel already the adrenaline kicking up and blood pumping getting ready for this, its now or never, getting a fist ready to sucker punch forward, suddenly time its like in slow motion and me moving in what looks like fast speed, like sandevistan on cyberpunk.
almost instantly on the face of the guy smirking giving a sucker punch to his face, i can see how it goes flying literally, brutally uprooted from his body, damn that is sick, what the hell is happening, but sure i dont care, this is a blessing at this time.
the others 4 barely understanding what happened, and their faces suddenly pale and start to try to plead mercy, but damned them, fuck em.
doing the same 4 times more, trying other places to punch, i can see how a couple have their chest carved a punch hole trought their heart and divided in two from a kick at the guts, what the fuck, i am some kind of baldie of one punch with gore activated, heh.
taking one last look at the bodies i go outside fast, to blend on the mutin of the inmates to avoid suspicions, and just like predicted the guards suddenly push like a tsunami against the inmates dispersing them all and taking into control the situation , when the trend of the situation was done, i just go to my cell waiting the things to normalize.
-a unknown number of time later, but it seems past noon, i can hear my cell getting unlocked- labonair get out, its time to leave this place.
leaving the cell and taking a peek at the place i can see again two guards scorting me and guards all over the place and biological control personel on hazmat suits cleaning the place
what a morning, ah?. what happened? - michel asks the guards guiding him
the guard giving the orders with a name of Adams on his patch, says lazily "just a organized mutin of a large group of inmates of some kind of terrorist group recently active in the country asking irrelevant things to the goverment on the war on the eastern european front with russia"
"oh alright, whatever, just get me out of this shithole" - so the war against russia on ukraine territory is still raging fiercely? or its alredy more fiercely, before i got here, it was still going on in year 2023, its 2023? or 2021? well at least this is earth because exist russia , even if i dont know where i am still, but we speak english so somewhere on a occidental country prison.
getting inside a office which says civil registry & logistic i can see a lady before a desk indicating me to sit.
the woman with a identification pinned on her uniform wich says R. Dawson says: "Sr. Labonair the day has come to get again your freedom, after passing all your psychological tests and physical tests, your encarcelation time of 4 years and etc... we are pleased at the institutional program with your rehabilitation into society again after the unfortunate case u have lived to get here".
"in the desk u can see the posesion u haved at the time of your capture like your cellpone, wallet, a new identity official paper to travel around the country, a debit card with a sum sponsored of 1000 GBP by the state to start getting on your feet once outside here and a few normal cotton with no decals clothes of your size and a pair of generic shoes, there is a room at your disposition for changing at your righthand side for a couple of minutes, please be hasty".
alright, thanks miss Dawson for the explenation and instructions- taking the things on the desk i get on the room , just a closet size with nothing outside a mirror to look and change.
taking a look at the mirror i got petrified at what i see on there, whispering "bloody hell, this body is a fucking young Ralph Fiennes acting like Amon, haha what is this shit" but damn looks good, look that face and that cold look, its intimidating indeed, almost facial paralisis with sharp cold looks naturally, at least got luck with a handsome one, not the one acting like Voldemort, and a body fit like calisthenics for free, cool, at least no ramble from me.
putting the cloths asap and trowing aside the inmates one i get outside this shithole, to get scolted by guards to the exit where a prison bus will get me to the nearest town, taking a last look to the place where i hope will never come back to touch or one similar i close for the first time in this body the eyes to take a relaxing little nap after the adrenaline of all the morning and body relaxes with no spirit to think about nothing at this time.