Chapter One – Unwanted Transfer
23:00, Planet Earth, New York, Prison of America, Year 2200
Bouncing a small, silver ball against the dull and cold walls of her Cell, Silvia played with her grey and extremely rough handy bouncy-ball that she kept with her. She got extremely bored in her small and cold Cell.
There was never anything to do in it. It had even driven some of the prisoners mad it’s that boring... like waiting in a Hospital. Nothing to do, it was cold, no decent meals and no soft beds. It was like a Nightmare come true for Thieves inside their holding pens.
Prisons are very large these days. They are massive buildings that are so big that some of it even went under-ground. There were five Staff-Rooms, three offices and the corridors were aligned with Cells in each prison.
The Cells in the corridors were warm enough and when Thieves were caught, they prayed in hope that their fellow Policeman or Woman would put them into one of the Cells in the corridors. Trying to escape from a Police officer's clutches wasn’t an option inside a Police Station as they are treated with a cruel punishment that would leave them in pain for probably over a day.
Back to the Cells; they hoped they were put in a Corridor Cell because if they weren’t put in them, they would be put in a rotten and cold Cell in the Cell Room; a HUGE room that was so high, you wouldn’t be able to see the ceiling from the bottom. Again, each prison has this too.
The walls were covered in Cells, each with one or two prisoners inside. It was under-ground and cold and it was rare that a Policeman or Woman would come to take you for interviews... speaking of which, most Thieves LOVE. It is a huge chance for them to escape as their interviewer is too slow to dodge the strike they make for the small window in each of the twelve interview rooms. Some make it out to freedom but most don’t.
If they are caught from doing this, it is added to their Criminal record and if it’s their one hundredth... they are killed. After the interview they are brought back to their own dreaded Cells which dulls their mood even more than usual.
Cells don’t have bars now; instead, they are transparent, blue, hologram doors which are impossible to escape from due to their hard but smooth surface.
Silvia still bounced away at the wall, ignoring the irritating noises of the Cell Room. Some Thieves were lucky enough to have a room-mate to talk to and that’s where the loud chatter came from. The faint squeaking noises came from Thieves drawing on the walls with stones that they bring with them... like Silvia brings her ball. Most writings on the wall had nasty remarks and somewhat rude words...
The rest of the noises were either banging on the hologram doors, which was a sign of anger or depression or the yelling and scraping of prisoners that had gone berserk. Silvia sat there, freezing on her rock-hard bed throwing the ball against the wall and swishing her tail slowly. Silvia has a very distinctive feature; a robotic, scorpion tail. She got it during her experimentation. Silvia tried to ignore the skin-biting cold and her clothes helped her here... a little bit.
She wore jeans, a white body-warmer, a long-sleeved grey top, black, fingerless gloves and high-heeled grey boots which her jeans covered so that you could only see the toe and heel. Her nails were shiny silver and her eyes were a bright and clear blue. She had brown, flicked hair which lay on her shoulders, a long side fringe and a silver hair-band.
Unexpectedly, the room went dead silent; someone had entered the room. When the metallic door had closed, an outburst of loud chatter filled the room. Silvia was able to make out the words “interview” and “escape” which was a delight to hear of-course.
The person had got on an elevator to reach the higher cells, which was disappointing for the people in the Cells at the very bottom of the room. There was no escaping for them today and the usual and horrible thought filled their head which almost made them burst into tears; probably I will be stuck in this Hell hole for a few more years.
The elevator went higher and higher and finally stopped... outside Silvia’s Cell. There on the hexagon floor-shaped elevator with no walls or anything to keep the person enclosed, was a brown haired-man about thirty-five years old and wearing transparent, yellow glasses was Daniel; the Chief of Police.
He was, as all Policemen and Women now-a-day wear, wearing the blue suit and cap with a belt on and the laser pistol (It’s a pistol that shoots out roasting hot lasers which are also, strangely, sharp). There was also a blue and navy, flat triangular shaped object on his belt; a transmitter. He also had green eyes and black, leather shoes for footwear.
Silvia quickly slipped the silver ball in her body-warmer pocket and stood up smirking.
“So... is it another interview? Punishment? Anything like that Daniel?” she asked crossing her arms.
“Yes... and no” replied Daniel smiling menacingly.
“Well that’s a stupid answer” said Silvia. After a flicker of smile and then her facial expression changing to a nervous look, she said “What do you mean?”
“You’ll see” said Daniel walking towards her and cuffing her up in blue hologram cuffs.
“Huh? These are new” said Silvia looking at her hands.
“Yes... these ones are an advanced type. Touch a bit of flesh with that tail of yours and you’ll find yourself in... Let’s say... shock?” said Daniel as the elevator went down the head-wrecking room.
“You are so bad at jokes Danny” she said quietly. Daniel hit her up the head furiously.
“It wasn’t a joke you little brat! And DON’T call me Danny” he scolded as Silvia rubbed her head. Silvia did not get the point of these cuffs. Several times before, she had attacked Policemen and Women with her tail but when she was caught after that... she dared not do it again because of the punishment that Thieves have to endure.
The punishment was not just being sprayed in the eyes or hit or anything like that. It was them both and being called unbelievably nasty remarks, electrocuted and every horrible pain that one person could think of. It got so bad that when Police were off-duty, they would take an unlucky Thief to a bar and pin them to a wall and then throw darts at them. Most other Humans laughed and joined in. They were only very lucky if they were missed.
Some Policemen have begged to Daniel to let them take Silvia there but Daniel denies it for an unknown reason. This is the only time where Silvia actually thanks Daniel... in her thoughts that is. Her punishment is usually being locked up in a very, very small and empty room that was freezing cold and had only enough room to stand in. She had to do this for four hours and then was put back in her normal Cell.
Police are allowed to do this because Thieves aren’t Humans even though they appear Human like. They are different, outsiders, abnormal, In-Human. Stuff like that. If they were a Human, however, they would certainly not be allowed to give them those sorts of punishments to them. But no Human ever commits a crime because all of the badness in the world is caused by Thieves. A Human would have to be mad to do such things.
They had finally reached the bottom of the room and Daniel pushed Silvia towards the exit door. A blonde haired Male Thief at the bottom Cell that appeared as a twelve-year old and looked and winked at Silvia as they walked past. Silvia ignored him but Daniel threw the boy a dirty look and he immediately curled up at the back of the Cell, shaken with fear at what Daniel might do to him later.
Through the celled corridors he and Silvia went and finally entered one of the twelve interview rooms. Inside was a weird-looking table lamp, a metal table, two office chairs and the small window that the heavy rain thumped down on with a view of the night sky and the beautiful twinkling stars littering it. Daniel pushed Silvia down onto one of the chairs and then he himself sat down.
“Right... so what is this about? Oh and you don’t need to push me all the time” said Silvia frowning.
“I can push you all I like and... and you aren’t staying in this jail anymore” said Daniel pulling out a blue, transparent and hologram panel with moving shapes all over it. This is what people writ on these days. There was letters, numbers and symbols on the panel that you pressed on to type it in. You only writ if it was a special occasion like a Wedding or a Birthday.
“Why?” she asked getting slightly nervous.
“Well here is your record” he replied handing her a massive file. Silvia looked through it for a while and then said casually “So?” Daniel looked furious.
“So!? You attacked twelve Policemen, attacked eight Policewomen, killed three Policemen, killed one Policewoman, blew up five Police cars and motorbikes, stole EVERYTHING from our food and drink machines and helped release fifteen prisoners and the rest of that explains!” he yelled looking into Silvia’s calm blue eyes and looked as if he was about to kill her.
“Okay... so where am I going to be transferred to?” she asked smiling with a smug look in her face.
“Trano” snapped Daniel and sharply looking away from Silvia.
“Trano?” she said quietly but in horror.
“Yes” said Daniel smiling.
“WHY!? Why can’t it be anywhere but there!” yelled Silvia. Daniel sighed and leaned back on the chair.
There were five good reasons why Thieves did not want to go to Trano;
- There is no possible escape. It’s completely enclosed.
- Trano is a planet that is covered in buildings which are ALL parts of the prison.
- It has Policemen and Women round almost every corner.
- The punishments are more horrendous and cruel.
- There is hardly any windows in it and plus there is very little heat in every Cell - It is always snowing.
“I’ll get your car ready” said Daniel getting up. He threw something at the wall that was small and round; a camera. He then pulled out the panel again and it showed the current recording of the camera. Silvia was in complete shock and watched Daniel walk out the door leaving her in the room. She had no idea where he was going nor did she care.
She looked around her in panic and then looked sharply at the cuffs. She then instantly hit them off the table making them sizzle. She did this again and again and again and finally... they smashed into bits of hologram chips. It slightly burned her wrists but she didn’t care.
Ignoring that the camera was watching her, she then smashed the window’s lock with the needle-pointed end of her tail and sent the window flying open. She then squeezed herself through it rapidly but quietly. She could hear someone’s running footsteps outside the door and... After a look back, she fell out of the window and quite a height too but landed cat-like on the soaking wet concrete.
She could finally feel the cold air, the longed for rain and the noises of New York such as the hovering of Cars, shouting of people, the Police sirens in the distance and the beeping of horns. It was great to be free again. She had been stuck in Jail for nine months for her latest crime; robbing an old pawn shop. Her longest time spent in jail was only two years because she always seemed to find a way out. The rain shot down on her and she could hear the shouts of Daniel from inside.
There was no time to waste, Silvia ran towards a Police motorbike and turned it on with a twist of her tail and made it hover. She then drove off with four fast and hovering Police cars racing behind her.
Daniel was the passenger in one car and started shooting at her rapidly through the window as others did too. The driver looked extremely worried “Go FASTER!” yelled Daniel furiously “S-Sorry Sir!” stuttered the Policeman. Silvia sped on through and, not thinking, she did a sharp turn into an alleyway and drove off into the darkness.
The Police cars could not fit through the narrow alleyway and Daniel leaped out of the hovering car and shot into the eerie darkness of the alleyway. She had completely disappeared from that area and he finally stopped shooting at nothing. There was a long silence and a Policeman walked slowly and nervously up to Daniel, who was panting very heavily.
“What shall we do now sir?” he asked. Daniel took a glance at him, still panting and said angrily;
“Get all monitors working. Track her down and if you find her... bring her back... alive ... oh and take the boy from Cell One out to see me”. It wasn’t going to be easy but Daniel was just as determined to get her as soon as possible to get rid of her... once and for all.