Innocent Prisoners Novels & Stories

said Old Joe, standing up. My two inmates lined up before the metal rails and I followed their suit reluctantly. One by one officer came into view as the barrier opened up. We walked in silence, in groups of threes with officers in tow, a baton in their hands. We were led in a canter after some time. Inside were prisoners alike me, lined up for food.

’’ I try to lock myself back in the prison cell, but Alaric seems hell-bent on taking me out. ‘’Only criminals and the likes are meant to be behind bars. Suspects are just to be held in custody until proven innocent according to the laws of human society. Am I right, Selena?’’ He asks lightly, not even putting my struggle in his eyes. ‘’....Yes.’’ I hesitantly reply, understanding what Alaric was trying to portray. ‘’Then, you must leave this filthy prison.’’

The old woman said and shook her head. Wilson was devastated. ‘These bastards! How could they do this to innocent people? Imprisoning them after framing them? They were making the innocent ones look like the bad guys and themselves look like the good ones. They must have staged everything before a person could be imprisoned. And what next? The framed prisoners are sent to fight to the death? How despicable!’ Wilson thought to himself. His face contorting in anger. What was he framed for anyway? As if the announcer had heard, his name was mentioned next.

“We were told he was likely injured. Perhaps he succumbed to it.” “There was no body,” I snapped. “You’d know if someone died in custody, wouldn’t you?” Another Elder clicked her tongue. “Rosalie, you have a reputation of being impulsive. Surely you remember that you once escaped confinement yourself. It stands to reason that another prisoner might do the same.” “ That's not a fair judgement. Do you hear yourselves?” I said, taking another step toward them. “You’re defending negligence. This happened under your watch and you are all here comfortably, doing nothing!” I yelled

"Since the matter was unclear and you were yet to wake up we didn't allow her to go... She... She is still in the basement!" Ryan was standing motionlessly for a couple of seconds processing his assistants word but all of a sudden, as if he was slapped to reality, he jolted up and hurried in the direction of the basement. Jack ran behind him; prisoners were never treated politely in custody, they will be kept in rhe worst possible situation. If they are proven innocent then the person will be let free but if found guilty there won't be any compromise, the culprit will be given the most brutal punishment or at worst, death. It was how it worked in underground.

She knew better than to converse with prisoners, especially those held in such dungeons. “Wait,” he stopped her. “Please,” his voice held compelling pain. “Help me” “I have no business here” she said against her better judgement. “Only high rated criminals are subjected to such dungeons” “I'm innocent” he beseeched. “I've done nothing wrong!” His arm rattled the chains “If you don't help me, they'll kill me” Nevaeh knew she should go, but a small curious part of her kept her feet rooted to the spot. The man's words hammered heavy like the truth, but that was not a guarantee. Most criminals would say anything to save their skin, and yet-

* * * After speaking with the detective James returned to his cell and sat on his bed,series of thoughts on how to escape from the prison kept running through his mind. "How I wish I can just escape from this damn prison and find a way to prove my innocence".James who was lost in thought didn't know when he uttered the statement. One of the prisoners in the cell opposite James heard him and he felt so sorry for him. "There's no way you can possibly escape from here".The prisoner said. James turned around to see who uttered the statement. "This prison is filled with CCTV cameras and apart from that the security here is tight so it'll be a suicide miss

The first thing Quinn saw was an aerial shot from one of the transports that ferried prisoners into the Ideological Quarantine Area, or IQA-14. What had once been a good, honest gravel pit, with a lake at the bottom, had been transformed into a primitive open-air prison where inmates were free to do anything they pleased so long as they stayed in the pit. Not that they had much choice, since the sides were too steep to climb and weapon emplacements ringed the top. Thanks to the rebellion, there were thousands of what amounted to political prisoners, or unreliables as the government called them. Some were true die-hard loyalists, but many were little more than street people.

He looked at the prisoners and pointed at the insect soldier, saying, “Listen up. All of you have one chance to fight him. Whoever survives will be pardoned.” The death row prisoners were overjoyed. They were all ruthless criminals who had enough blood on their hands to fill the sea. Now, all they had to do was survive against this creature to be pardoned for all their crimes. How could they not be excited? “I’ll go first!” a burly man with a bald head stepped forward and spoke in a booming voice. He was none other than the top-ranked murderer in the prison who could crush a locomotive with his bare hands. It had taken a lot of effort to capture him in the past.

That they would have no choice but to release me. It was a curious optimism, particularly for someone as naturally cynical as I was when it came to law and order. I had seen too much to believe in its infallibility. Innocent people were swept up and discarded every day. I knew that. And yet… I didn’t believe it would happen to me.