*Whistle*
*Whistle*
A whistling sound could be heard from a person laid on the bare ground. Her knees hovered one another as her foot swung, following the slow rhythm to her whistling tune. Her hands joined together and placed behind her head as her gaze remained fixed on the dull ceiling.
Her whistling came to a stop, and a tired a sigh followed afterwards.
''It's too boring.'' She complained.
Life in prison was definitely not interesting.
After causing havoc for years, this lady had been curious about life in prison since many special organizations had been after her life and were keen on making her pay by spending the rest of her life rotting in prison. Now, she wanted to knock some sense to her past self for being delusional!
The prison was definitely no fun!
Apart from eating, sleeping, and weekly interrogations, there was nothing exciting about the prison life. It wasn't like those TV shows where the life in prison would be so thrilling, and the main characters would have kill their way to the top.
Her life right now wasn't near that type of life she had imagined.
Oh right. Let's not forget the frequent fights between herself and some arrogant prison mates. At least those type of fights that were depicted in the TV shows did happen during her stay in the prison, but she quickly got boring of them.
She even ended the life of two prison mates thinking that things would be fun, but no, none of that happened. Instead, many began to fear her, and fear was not what she needed to make her life in prison interesting.
Chaos sighed longingly once more. She definitely regretted her decision of coming to prison.
As always, she was laying on the bare ground rather than the bed affixed to the wall on the side of the room.
'Again...' A strange feeling evaded her heart. Other than the boredom she frequently experienced in her life in prison, there were times she felt not restless.
Before going to prison, Chaos had always been up and doing. She would try to predict the movements of all her enemies, and make them regret trying to outsmart her.
Let's not forget about the daily assassinations in her life, though those killers were definitely in the bottomless pit in different parts of the world.
Ah yes. She also tried to make money by stealing from many banks and politicians' account, doing some assassinations, stealing some important information from several governments and selling them on the black market….Well, there was no need to retell her story, but Chaos's life was obviously far from normal.
Normal and Chaos definitely did not together.
During her life in prison, Chaos suddenly noticed one day that she did not have thoughts of her enemies. She didn't have to think so deeply about the steps they would try to take in ending her life.
Of course, that did not mean that she lacked enemies here. No, it was exact opposite. She had enemies, but they were not threatening enough for her to be on guard.
With just a glance, she could tell when someone was trying to pick a fight with her or held intentions of ending her life.
Unlike then, Chaos just felt the need of doing nothing. Her mind that used be on alert every second, was no more. Her head now, was filled with what food they would give her for the day or which stupid person would try to pick a fight with her, though that was unlikely not going to happen ever.
The days during her life in prison was somewhat close to....normal? Well, normal was very strange in Chaos's dictionary.
*Beep!*
The door to her prison room made a beeping sound. That sound alerted her that someone was about to come into the room. As she expected, the door slid to the side, revealing a prison officer carrying a tray of her food.
As the door slid closed, Chaos eyed the familiar person coming closer to her figure. Finally, it was time for her meal. Looking pleased, Chaos eagerly sat up as she waited for the prison officer
'Oh…?' One of her brows arched up she noticed something weird about the prison officer. Normally, the prison officer would look at her disdain, but now he avoided her gaze. His free hand was tightly curled up into a fist.
''Don't waste my time!'' He hissed at her while dropping her tray directly at her front. Well, his attitude hasn't changed towards her.
Before Chaos could say something, he quickly stood upright and walked away as if he was running from something.
'Hm…' Staring at the slobby mashed potatoes on the yellow tray, Chaos's thin lips spread out into a grin as her dark gaze flickered in amusement.
'Did I do anything to him?' She wondered, going through her memories of the numerous people that she had killed in the past. At the same, she began to eat her meal. She also caught the small sigh that escaped from the prison officer
That small action made Chaos to scoff in her heart. And people call her evil, when they, who thought of them as good do things like things.
Well, she was very hungry. Even if her food was clearly laced with poison, Chaos still ate her meal with relish. The chefs in the prison had gone through a lot to prepare this meal for her. It wouldn't be good for her to waste their efforts.
Under the scrutiny gaze of the prison officer, Chaos finished everything on her tray till the last drop. After drinking water from the small plastic bottle, she put her hands together and closed her eyes to appreciate the chance of being alive to eat wonderful meal like this.
''Thank you for the meal.''
Without a flaw, Chaos watched how the prison officer walked towards her again. She caught the panic in his eyes, probably wondering why she had not shown any sign of being poisoned.
'Unfortunately for him, my body is very resistant to….' Chaos couldn't finish her smug thought as something sticky and gooey trailed from the corner of her lips. Her eyes moved down to the drop of blood that dripped on her orange prison uniform.
''Oh dear.''
''It seems my body is at its limit.'' Amid the dizziness she felt, Chaos mumbled as her body flopped to the ground on her side.
Upon getting to now lifeless body, the prison officer was stunned at first, until his lips twitched, giving out a relieved smile.
Finally, he has gotten his revenge. He thought, bending down to pick up her tray
''Death is too easy for someone like you.'' He scoffed lightly. ''I wished the organization had locked you up in the tortured room.'' The prison officer snorted, standing upright. He turned his back and walked away thinking of how he would make up a story about death of the most dangerous criminal to the organization.
''Oho?'' An unexpected sound froze him on the spot.
''Please enlighten me, officer.'' The familiar voice carrying a sense of amusement, sent a cold shiver down his back.
''What kind of torture do you think is suitable for a person such as myself?''