Innocent Prisoners Novels & Stories

“Your inability to distinguish right from wrong is itself a form of irresponsibility toward patients. “Who’s to say you won’t be the next Tawnie Lowe?” Three years later, I had become a renowned expert in the field. Meanwhile, Tawnie made headlines again. She was dead. She died that very night she was released from prison, stabbed to death by Matthew’s family. He had been the only university graduate in his family. Yet, fresh out of school and just starting his internship, he was sent behind bars. His family was consumed by hatred for Tawnie for ruining their precious son.

The rider alighted and opened the carriage as humans in prison clothes came down. I was not a bad person. I had a code— I did not kill innocent people but these humans were the scums of the earth. The one that I had chosen was a sexual abuser with more than 14 rape cases and had killed every of his victims. He even assaulted his cell mate and that made him my target. I would be doing the world a favor when I actually got rid of these dirtbags. The announcer asked us to move to the starting point as he let the prisoners go and without thinking they all ran into the woods.

The prison keeper’s eyes widened as I spoke. James chuckled. “Unfortunately, your plea doesn’t have anything to do with me,” he interrupted, which caused them to look back at him. “Because I wasn’t the one who bestowed upon you your punishment. Also, I wasn’t the one you offended with your… actions.” Frantic, the prison keeper returned to me and begged, “Please, Your Highness, have mercy on me. I don’t know what I did wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong.” “So, punishing an innocent man who stood up for others isn’t wrong?” I replied with a raised brow.

Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of the prison. I also sent two of the Shadow Guards with her knowing this would be the o

Roderick held his hands up in a non-threatening manner and looked at Angie. "I love you, Angie, stay strong." Roderick said as he looked into her terrified eyes. "Think of the baby." "lady Angelica, don't decode the missive for them it's a matter of national security! If you do you're a traitor!" Mr. Simcoe roared at her just as he attacked the man next to him. A gun went off and Mr Simcoe was dead before he hit the floor. Angie shivered at the site of his blank open eyes, knowing roderick's and the baby's fate if she fought them too.

"We are ready to get out of this disgusting place." The news hit them all at once; they didn't expect that kind of information. The dream of someday getting out of prison was one that all three teenagers shared, life was hard behind the thick bars, and it was even harder if you were there unfairly. The three boys could only imagine five percent of what the world was like and the freedom of living in it. "It's impossible to get out of here, Jack," Annette's dry voice brought everyone back to reality. "It's not," he affirmed "this time, it's going to work," and he assured with a slight smile.

I asked him when we were in bed. He sighed. “I have no intentions of talking about this, right now, please. Let's just go to bed.” His sharp response did not faze me. “Your guards are in prison because of it. Won't you at least try to get them out?” “They’re not really in prison. They’re just in custody until the test results come out.” “They don't deserve any kind of breach of freedom if you believe they're innocent. Why are you acting like none of this concerns you?”

It went against every once of decency in him. After a while, he heard the names of the victims as their belongings identified them. These weren’t innocent people. They’d been wanted for various crimes and disappeared in the last months. These weren’t innocents buried here. It was people who were killed for knowingly doing criminal things. That ease his mind a little, but not much. Dying for a mistake wasn’t any better.

But I couldn't blame him for using the aurora on the prisoners. We all knew based on the last round of interrogation that chances are more than half of the men in the basement were innocent, forced into the life that they had been living with no way out, and while a part of me cringed at the thought of those men being subjected to a force that would once again leave them with no choice, I could understand why it was necessary.

But beneath the forest ground are damp cells overpopulated with prisoners of war - innocent people just caught in the crossfire. "Why have the cells at all?" I ask, tucking my knees into my chest in a protective manner. Discarding the half-full cup on the side table, I continue. "What's the point of keeping innocent people trapped there if you don't even want them in your pack? Jeremiah...He runs those cells like a torture chamber. It's cruel."