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His voice was loud and annoying and for the next ten days, I had to hear it.

     “I wish they would've put windows inside this hunk of metal.” Marie said.

“That would ruin the suspense.” Babe replied.

The ship shook and loud winds could be heard from the outside.

“Sounds pretty intense out there.” I said. I was beyond nervous.

“It'll be all we're hearing when we die.” Ice laughed.

Suddenly the shaking of the ship stopped. The cockpit door opened and Sgt Banuelos entered our quarters. Our suits unlocked and lifted, allowing us to finally step outside the mechanical shells.

“Inmates. We have made it to Sonne Graol. Now if you don't want an early execution, you'll follow me down into the facility.” he explained, and with that, the floor beneath us began to split open, revealing a ladder dropping down into a deep tunnel. Four escorts made there way into the quarters.

“Follow me.” he said climbing down the ladder. I moved next, climbing down the dark tunnel. While slowly keeping my balance upon the ladder, I looked down seeing orange lighting below. I continued down as Marie was climbing down above me.

“Marie, I think it would be important to let you know how much of a nice ass you have.” I joked.

“It is a nice piece of ass isn't it.” Marie laughed.

As we moved closer to the bottom, the ladder was cut off. “What now!?” I asked, seeing no sign of Sgt. Banuelos. Just a glass flooring beneath me, plated over what looked to be a field of flames.

“Drop down!” Sgt Banuelos voice shouted. I let go of the ladder and I dropped onto the floor. As I moved out of the way, my eyes peered upon the large, see-through walls that were surrounded by flames. The facility was a giant space. Like a glamorous, glass mansion with no furniture. I crouched down and knocked on what looked to be the glass floor.

“This can't be glass.” I said.

“It's not.” Sgt Banuelos said.

I saw the other inmates drop into the structure.

“I assume some of us are going to be cleaning windows.” Babe commented staring astounded at the prison's strange but lavish, interior structure.

“Though it may resemble the appearance and the feel of glass, it's an specially engineered element. Extremely durable.” The Sergeant explained.

“Where are the cells?” Marie asked.

“There are none.” The Sergeant replied.

“So there's no food, and no cells to separate us for obvious reasons.”

“Listen. I know what you've fuck-ups have done. You're all killers. Murderers. So I'm going to have a hard time believing that you guys can't defend yourselves.”

“So it's okay if these guys rape me in the shower?” Aliza asked sarcastically.

“If me or any of the escorts feel that your well-being is in danger, we'll intervene.” Sgt. Banuelos replied. “Water is up there in the ship. Enjoy it, because when day ten hits, it ain't gonna cool you off anymore.”

CHAPTER 6 - PSYCHOTICALLY INSPIRED

August 13
th
, 2145 – Day 1
   

     I took my time analyzing the facility. No cells and no boxes of confinement. I assumed the guys in the suits had plenty of confidence in this hell hole. As I entered another corridor, I noticed a few boxes sitting on a table. I walked over to the boxes and peered inside. Sitting inside the boxes were a pile of oranges. I dug my hand in the box and grabbed one, twirling it in my hand.

“Quite the cuisine.” a voice said behind me.

“Food to match the master of our demise?” I said.

“They thought it all out I suppose.”

I brought the orange to my mouth and dug into the outer skin with my front two teeth, cutting a slit into it. I started peeling it.

     “So everyone was getting around with each other, and you never bothered to tell us.” I started.

“Tell you what?” Lucas asked.

“Tell us why you're here.”

Lucas chuckled. I chuckled along.

“Tell us what sick and twisted reason why you're here.” I laughed.

“It's amazing how we can laugh at our crimes.”

“Only thing worth doing when you're scheduled to die.”

“I don't think it's necessary.” Lucas said.

“Come on.” I said. “We have a woman in here who killed her children. It can't get any worse than that.”

“Oh it can.” Lucas replied. “I'd rather die among people who don't know about the shit I've done.” Lucas said walking off.

What a weird fuck. Everyone here had spilled their beans. What made this motherfucker so different? What the fuck did he do, rape the Pope? As I began picking apart the orange, I started making my way to the restroom, which the walls in here were also transparent. There were no stalls. Just the toilets that sat next to each other as if were going to have a tea party with one another while taking a piss. I came to a mirror and stared at it for a moment. I glared at my reflection. I missed my signature eye liner I wore when I was out and my pink lipstick that made me look somewhat casual, I missed freedom.

October 21
st
, 2129

      Linda and I now had a golden fucking star on our resumes after the murder of that cop, but that didn't mean we were going to hide. The establishment feared us, but they didn't want to kill us. That would've only helped our cause. If anything, they were going to keep us behind bars for a very long time. Despite how bad the authorities wanted us, we continued our efforts to press fear into the hearts of those who were against us. Maybe the most exciting part of our operations were the initiations. It was also the most crucial part. Rounding up a few young bucks who believed in our message. They clamored to us and lined up to us like young interns, fresh out of high school. Linda and I vacated an abandoned warehouse and we set up shop there, keeping out of sight from the authorities. There, we smuggled the cult hopefuls like drugs across the border and we interviewed them to see if they were bold enough to carry our message. To see if they had what it takes to fight in a war worth fighting instead of keeping quiet. I was able to spot a few who were worthy but a large majority seemed feeble minded. I could tell that these were going to be the ones that would hang out in the back of the crowd while the bigots took shots at the ones standing on the front lines. We poured in 75 newbies. We equipped them and we marched through the streets armed and masked. We were masquerades of a new revolution.

Present – Day 2

     A day down and the feeling in my stomach grew with intensity. I made my way to the restroom and scanned my worn out image in the mirror, looking at my messy, brown hair and my chapped lips which housed my yellow teeth. I spat into my hands and rubbed my eyes. As I opened them, I saw a figure standing behind me. It was Ice.

     “Even in this shit-hole, there's still a men's room on the other side.” I said.

“I know. Even in a shit-hole like this, I gotta get some pussy.” he said as he grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the transparent wall. As I bounced, I felt a sharp pain across my forehead. I hit the floor, feeling warm blood slide on my face. I felt Ice on my back as he began to rip my pants off of me. He slid my panties down my thighs and ventured into me. A violation I never expected to happen. I could feel him, carelessly rummaging through my body for a brief sense of satisfaction. I pondered on the thought of fighting back but I didn't have the strength to get him off, nor keep him off. I decided to let him continue his dirty work on me. I kept my head down and the cut on my head created a pool of blood. The thrusts then stopped. I  then felt the weight of his body release, which I knew he got off, but I didn't move. I played dead like I was being attacked by a bear. I nervously laid stiff, waiting for some kind of remark from the guy, but the next thing I heard was his him walking out of the restroom. Rape and soon-to-be-death. That was the welcoming gift of the shit-hole. Good'ol Sonne Graol. I took a mental pause, just to assess the situation. Raped and bleeding on the bathroom floor. Could be worse I suppose. I could be dead already. Then again that would've been the better alternative. Peacefully going out by lethal injection. I picked myself up and made my way out of the restroom. I didn't bother complaining to Sgt. Banuelos. I felt he really wouldn't have gave a shit. I limped my way through the corridors of the prison. Not sure where Ice had went to hide but before I was to be vaporized by the sun, I vowed I was going to get that fucker back. I continued moping, eying the dancing patterns of the sun through the prison walls. It was amazing that we were able to even look at this phenomenon but thanks to the construction of this place, it was possible. I wasn't a scientist, so I couldn't explain it in my head even if I wanted to. At that moment, I could hear whining coming from somewhere in this area. My curiosity buzzed and I felt there was nothing better for me to do at this point but investigate. I made my way to the source of the sound; a small section of the corridor. Crouched there was Ellie. I was hesitant to talk to her. I wasn't sure if this psycho bitch was going to flip out and snap my neck. I went to a knee next to her.

     “Are you okay?”

“Why do you pester me?!” Ellie screamed. Her eyes were reddened and wide.

“What the hell is your problem lady!?” I snapped back.

“Your souls are lathered in evil. I await your cleansing by keeping to myself.”

“Not the best way to go out.”

“This was not the fate I wished for.” Ellie said, staring out. Her shiny eyeballs peered behind me and stayed staring past me. “This was not the way things should have went.”

“I don't know. Punishment for murdering your kids sounds pretty fair to me.” I said.

“Of course you would speak up for those spoiled demons.”

“You honestly believe that your children were demons?”

“I don't believe. I know. I could hear them mumble their demonic languages to each other. Their hellish conversations they held. Plotting fire. Prepping for the end of time.”

“Are you that delusional?” I asked.

“You all may think I'm crazy, but I saw them. I heard them speak to their fellow souls of the underworld.” Ellie said. I looked down at her hands as they started to shake. She had to be serious.

“What happened?” I asked, staring into her cold eyes.

“They were poisoning the only thing that kept my mind running the straight line of sanity and one day suddenly; the line began to curve.” Ellie said. “The line curved so much, that I began to hear whispers in my head. As if God was directing me to take control of my developing insanity.” she explained.

“You're saying God chose you as a messenger?” I asked. “To murder your children?”

“He didn't only choose me. He possessed me. I stood up from my couch and mindlessly went into the kitchen. At this point, I don't even remember grabbing the knife from the counter. What I do remember is digging through their entrails like a blood thirsty worm.”

“How many times did you stab them?”

“I didn't just stab them. I gutted them. I can still see a few images of the bodies being completely ripped open.” A smile suddenly graced Ellie's face. “Stained my new carpet.”

“There's a sense of humor.” I smiled. She looked at me and her smiled quickly faded.

“Listen. There's no reason to hide here. As you can see, based on the severity of our crimes; we're here because they chose us to be here.” I explained. “In other words, we're all sick fucks and we deserve to die.”

Ellie nodded. “So you murdered the president and his family?” Ellie said. “That takes skill.”

I couldn't believe it. This had to be the first time I was being complemented for killing President Holden, and for the first time, I wanted to take responsibility for it.

“It was a gallant effort.” I laughed. “But you. You're not crazy. Everyone thinks you're crazy.”

“Let them think. I walk my own path. These walls may hold my body, but the fires won't hold my soul.” Ellie said, getting to her feet. I then stood to my feet looking around.

“Maybe we don't have stay here.” I said.  Ellie gave a puzzled look as she glanced at me. “Maybe there may be a way out of here.”

“Look at we're we are. We're on the sun. Escape is impossible.” Ellie laughed. “I thought I was supposed to be the crazy one.”

CHAPTER 7 - PLOT

Present - Day 6

     The days of isolation didn't take their time and I figured my mind was not going to be anywhere neared prepared given how quickly this was going. I stared at my orange as I sat in one of the corridors. The orange was warm as I clenched it in my hand. I didn't want to eat another orange. The taste had become nauseating and I was sick of walking around with sticky orange juice on my hands. Babe sat next to me, peeling her orange. “I love how they feed us lightly in here.” she said. “Three oranges a day. Who the fuck is that going to feed?”

“It's to keep us from getting sick. Spare the escorts sickness.” I said, keeping a gaze at my orange.

“They could have just sent us in our own ship. Then again we probably could have hijacked that shit and turned back.” Babe said.

“That's it!” I said, jubilant. This idea that had been going since being told I was coming here, but finally bloomed it's first petal.

“We take the ship and take it back home.” I said.

“Are you nuts?” Babe asked. “Steal the ship from Banuelos? I'm not sure if you are aware but him and his men came packing heat.”

“Look at us all. We're fucking mass murderers and weirdos. You don't think we're sly enough to pull this off?”

“No. I don't think so.” Babe said doubting my plan. “And what do you mean we? You want all of us to bust out of this place?”

“Whoever is up to join me.” I said.

“Listen, I want to get out of here just as bad as you do but this is a prison break in fucking space, plus...” Babe sighed. “...If we do make it back. Where are we going to go?”

“I have connections. You'll be in good hands.” I assured.

“You ladies better eat that shit up.” Aliza said walking into the corridor. She made her way to the box and grabbed two oranges from the supply box. “Or I'll eat it all. I a rather quick burn than starving to death.”

“I think burning is worse” I said.

“It's quicker. It'll only hurt for a bit but suffocation kicks in really fast.” Aliza replied before she paused for a moment, staring at me. I couldn't figure what her eyes were locked on at the moment.

“You're bleeding.” Aliza said.

“Yeah.” I said nervously, feeling the blood trickle down my face. “I uh...” I couldn't conjure a cover up. I hadn't applied any first aid to the cut from my head so I'm sure it was free to leak a bit each day.

“Yeah. I meant to ask about that.” Babe chimed in.

“Did someone hit you?!” Aliza asked, her voice growing louder.

I wasn't sure what my answer was going to be. I was at a loss.

“Claire.” Aliza said firmly.

“Claire?” Babe called.

“I was raped.” I said, tears falling from my eyes. “In the fucking bathroom.”

“Who was it?” Aliza said, clenching her fists. “Who do I need to fucking kill?!”
“Don't waste your time Aliza.” I said. There was no point for her to pursue him. No point of revenge. Chances are, I wouldn't be alive to enjoy the satisfaction of it. Unless I gotten the fuck out of here.

“We'll all be dead soon. Might as well let him suffer like the rest of us.” Babe commented.

“Maybe we don't all have to die.” I said. Aliza and Babe looked at me. I could feel their curiosity bubbling. “I think there's a way out of here.”

“Not sure if you noticed but we're in a secure facility, located on the sun.” Aliza said. “Even if you somehow got the fuck out of this coop, you'd be caught.”

“The territories don't miss a beat.” Babe added.

“Not if I have a decent set up for us back on Earth.” I said.

“You're insane.” Aliza threw out.

“Their biggest mistake was sending people here with the escorts here to observe us, truth is I've been observing them and the only reason there is a ship still here with us is for the purpose of their observation. We need to take advantage of this and we need to do it soon.” I explained. The time for the escorts and the observers to take off from the prison would be soon and if we didn't make haste, an opportunity to get out of here would be non-existent.

“This is crazy talk.” Aliza said.

“It is, but just think of it as a basic prison break, just added variables and complex obstacles.”

“I love how you simplify things.” Babe laughed.

“Even if somehow we managed to get out of here. Somehow we managed to get back to Earth, they'll track me down. I got nowhere to go.”

“Have you listened to anything I've just said?! That would be the least of your worries if you stay with me. Anyone who stays with me. I can bet my life to that.” I said, a shining shimmer of guarantee gracing my face.

“Alright.” Aliza said. “I'm in. I have nothing better to do, might as well give this a shot.”

“What about you Babe?” I asked looking at her wide eyed face.

“I was in the moment you said escape.” Babe said.

     Four days left and now it was time to orchestrate a full plan that would flow. That would pull the guys with the guns from the ship that way we could get on. I needed not days but maybe just to few hours to observe these guys one more time and put together the most elaborate, audacious and riskiest prison break ever consecrated. Once back on Earth, I'd be able to focus on exacting revenge.

September 9, 2134

     Linda and I were a tag team. We were becoming a matchable foe for those who frowned upon our existence. Our reign over the small city began to cover the territory, spreading our message like a bubonic plague. It wouldn't have been long before the government began to see that we started to target public officials. Death and change was how we were winning the people over whether they liked us or not. Enforcement Chiefs were public enemy number one and we wasted no time swiping those motherfuckers from existence.  Enforcement Chief Kevin Chasney became one of our certified bitches when we snatched him from his office. After a bit of necessary roughness with Chasney, we brought him to a warehouse we inhabited as our headquarters. Janice, one of the newest members swung a right hook to Chasney's face, whom which was tied and taped to a chair; so hard, the chair and Chasney slammed to the floor. I whipped out a pistol and pointed it to his head.

“Welcome to the club Kevin.” I said as his bruised face rose up to look at me. I pulled the chair back upright.

“So it's you. You're the leader of this movement?” he said, forcing a smile. “You're prettier than I was expecting.”

“Cute, but I don't have a dick to suck.” Linda said.

“You're the fifth one this week.” I said.

“I know.” Chasney said. He spat blood from his mouth. “You assholes have been slaughtering Chiefs like pigs.”

“Just clearing out the dead weight the establishment doesn't need.”

“Then why am I alive. Am I special?” Chasney asked.

“No.” I shrugged. “I just like to fuck with the Chiefs before I kill them.”

“Wait!” Chasney shouted before I pulled the trigger and blew a round through his head. His head jerked back from the bullet's impact, and him and the chair fell back and collapsed on the floor with a menacing thud.

“That one was shorter than the others.” Linda said.

“I know. Just getting tired. It's late.” I said. My eyes were red and heavy. It had felt like hadn't slept for a few nights. We've spent months creating my ideal of change; reaching into the hearts of the crippled establishment and making our presence known and as the months aged on, we've been reigning with anarchy through the streets. We packed up the warehouse and wrapped up Chasney's body in a large body bag and threw it in the back of a hover van. Afterward Linda and I hopped into our hover and began to cruise on, following the rest of the pack. Linda took the wheel as I sat in the passenger seat.

“So what now?” Linda asked.

“You expecting extra shit?” I asked.

“We should evolve our means of influence.”

“Evolve?”

“Take our executions to a different scale.” Linda said. “Let me be in charge for the next set up. Let me devise the meet, and the plan of operation for that night.”

I didn't see a problem with wanting her to lead for a night. We were at seventy members as of that night and my mind was at a limit giving orders to those who had become loyal to my message. Linda stayed behind my shoulder on each operation; on each march; on each murder. I guess she wanted a say-so on all the action. That was fine. I didn't mind to sit back and watch. All should have went well but it didn't, and that was when things started to change.