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Red Sky (Futuristic Sci-fi)
This is the first chapter from a novel I am writing. This is my first novel ever and so I know it will be far from perfect. There are many grammer mistakes because i haven't got around to them yet but feel free to point them out. I would like to hear any and all of your opinions, be honest, and please comment. Enjoy.
Red Sky
St. Aldridge Prison
London, USA
January 6, 3246 A.D.
"Rise and shine you scum".
Mustering the strength gained through his pitiful two hours of sleep, James squinted one eye slightly and was able to make out a large blurry figure standing over him.
"Its your big day. Don't wanna be late do ya'?".
James mumbled a few words he himself couldent make out before rolling over onto his side, taking a deep breathe, and falling back into a doze.
"I dun' have all day, get up and get moving".
A sudden sharp pain rushed through James' side forcing him to recoil into a ball as he bit his tongue to allow no signs of pain that might cause any amount of pleasure to the gruff man that stood at his side.
"You want more do ye? Today is your day whether you like it or not. Its up to you to decide how hard this is going to be."
A few seconds of silence passed before James slowly uncovered himself from his tattered wool blanket and gave out a groan as he stood and streched his arms.
"Something wrong? The floor not comfortable enough for you criminal?" The large man that James now noticed as the Chief Warden said.
James bent over and picked up a dirty light brown T- shirt and slipped it on to accompany his same-condition trousers. James then smiled at the warden for a moment, then brushed by him and took the few steps it required to reach the cell door, which was made of what looked like old fashioned metal bars, but James knew not to touch it, everything was deadly in this place. The warden turned to face James and smiled to reveal perfectly white teeth that seemed out of place next to his scruffy black beard and his oily tan skin.
"You are very quiet today Mr. Mitchel. Have you simply accepted your fate? There is no way out you know."
A smile and a small, almost non existent laugh was all James Jonathan Mitchel had in response to the warden. A few more seconds of silence passed before the warden looked down at a what looked like a large metal wristband, and after a few moments of staring at the metal component that James noticed was a "Wrist Thompson", named after inventor Mark Thompson, the warden looked back up at James.
"Time to go, they are waiting for you." Said the warden as he pushed James out of the way with one hand and with the other reached up to his own face, stuck his index finger straight out, and scraped his eyeball.
Immidiently he pushed the index finger agaisnt the lock pad on the cell door. The silver colored cell bars glowed a bright greenish color as power ran through them, then they faded back to their original metallic color. There was a loud pshhhhhh as the shiny metal cell door slowly swung open to reveal the cell corridor which was well lit by floresant style lights.
Grabbing James by the arm, the Chief Warden marched him down the cold, hopeless feeling cell corridor. There were prison cells to his left and right and as he was lead down the narrow, brightly lit hallway, he saw prisoner after prisoner either asleep on their highly primitive 20th century style bed, or awake, sitting down with a blank hopeless look upon their dirty face. After a few minutes of walking, they reached a large thick metal door, which was plain save for two small circular black pads that were no bigger than quarters and were located in the middle of the door about three inches apart. The warden once again scraped his eyeball with his index finger, and then pushed it agaisnt the circular black pad on the right.
He then turned around to face James and said "Now your turn".
James simply smirked at the warden before mimicing the wardens eyeball-scraping action and pressing his own index finger agaisnt the left pad. The large door that contained the same metallic color as his cell bars began to glow just as his cell door had done, then came the familiar pshhhhhhh as the door slowly swung open away from them. The warden reached his right hand down to his waist where he wore a large metal belt that resembled the item worn on his rist. He tapped on his right side with his hand and part of the belt flung open and out flew a pair of EMEX cuffs, which the warden caught in his hand and smiled as he made a hand gesture for James to strech out his arms.
"We normally dont have to do this to prisoners unless they refuse to cooperate, however, you are a dangerous one. I think it best not to take any chances" the warden said as he clamped two individual metal bands around James' wrists.
The EMEX cuffs were the most common method used to restrain criminals, and although they had been around for almost one hundred years now, they remained an extremely effective way to keep prisoners in check. One wrist band was electronicly charged with just enough volts to keep you on the ground riving in pain without actually causing you to pass out, and the other cuff was made of a very conductive type of metal that was commonly used to conduct electricity. Both cuffs also contained a super charged magnet that on push of a button, would turn on and force the two cuffs together, which meant a great deal of pain for someone.
The warden tapped another section on his belt and out flew a small black square item that James immediently recognized as the command pad for the EMEX cuffs. The Chief Warden began flipping the command pad around in his hand while he visually inspected the cuffs to make sure they were securely in place before nodding to himself.
"Alright, looks good to me. What about you Mr. Mitchel? They look like their on there good to you? the warden said with a mocking chuckle.
James remained silent, with the same smirk on his face that so annoyed the warden, altough he did'nt let it show.
"Well looks like the cats gone and plum torn out your tongue today" The warden said in a mocking tone as he turned and walked through the doorway and beckoned for James to follow, which he did.
After walking through several more corridors that were identical to the one in which they began, they reached a door that slide to the side and revealed an elevator chute. The warden used his eye-scraping method to activate an intercom system located on the right wall.
"This is Chief Warden McMillen, requesting elevator chute activation for two bodys." said warden McMillen into the intercom.
"I hear you McMillen, I assume your one of the bodys, whos the other? And whats the purpose?"
The warden cleared his throat before replying to the man on the other side of the intercom. "I'm escorting a prisoner from cell section 824, cell number 67 to have his sentence carried out in execution yard 5."
"Understood, please have the prisoner give me his E.I.I. (Eye Incoded Information)."
The warden turned to James and made a gesture that James took as 'Well you heard the man'. Mitchel complied with the request and scraped his eye like he had done so many times since being arrested one week ago, and pressed his finger agaisnt the black pad next to the intercom system.
"Thank you, one moment please while i confirm your identity" said the voice over the intercom.
About thirty seconds passed before the voice reemerged from the speaker, "Identity confirmed, you may proceed to the chute".
The warden tapped James on the back and nodded for him to proceed first. Mitchel did as he was told and steped into the large cylinder chute, that beeped and lit up with bright floresant lights the moment he stepped foot inside. It was very compact, only able to carry one person at a time. It was purposly designed this way so in the unlikely event of a prison break, it would take much longer for all the prisoners to escape if they had to go one by one.
James stood for several seconds before a door slid shut closing him inside. A second or two later he was shot up like a bullet several hundred feet until he began to slow down, then moments later he had stopped completely. The door to the chute slid open to reveal yet another corridor. This one was rather short compared to the previous ones and he could see another large metal door at the end of it. He stepped out of the chute and was immediently surrounded by three prison gaurds holding EAR-17s (Emex Assault Rifle) which were the most commonly used weapon among the police, military, and prisons. There was a loud PSHHHHHH, and James spun his head around to see the door slide open and Chief Warden McMillen stepping out.
"Lets keep on moving, we don't want this to take up the whole day" McMillen said as he, accompanied now by the three gaurds, advanced through the large door and entered a large, spacious room with roughly 15 of the same style large metal doors, five on each wall save the wall they were emerging from. After a quick visual inspection of the room James noticed that the doors on each wall were presented with a large lit number just above them, one through five. As they walked further into the totally empty room, Mitchel saw that each wall was labeled with small signs inches below the lit numbers. He began to read the signs on the left wall : ISOLATION CHAMBER 1,2,3, PHSYICAL STRENGTH CENTER 1,2. James was given a violent shove which knocked him off balance and almost caused him to fall face first into the hard pearl floor.
"Keep moving. Your wasting my time moving at that snails pace!" shouted Warden McMillen as James regained his balance and began to walk at a somewhat faster pace.
Ahead on the front wall James' eyes scanned the signs over the five doors, until one caught his eye and sent those butterflies crazy inside his stomach. On the door farthest to his right, there was a large brightly lit number five, and inches below that a sign that read "Execution Yard 5".
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Last edited by JesterHead : 02-18-2008 at 11:08 PM.
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