The Prison Door Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON POV 7:18am-Blackridge Women’s Maximum Security Prison.Russia. Buzz... The iron door to the prison yard opened revealing the female security officer. She walked across the threshold, her baton swinging in her right hand and a walkie-talkie in her left. The eyes of the inmates never leaving her as she passed by them.

After a brief pause, he nodded and motioned for the gate to be opened. "You may proceed," the guard said, his voice tinged with a hint of caution. "Follow the instructions given by the prison staff, and remember that this is a highly secure facility." Granny Lois acknowledged his words with a nod of gratitude, her determination unyielding. She maneuvered her car through the gates, and the weight of the prison atmosphere settled upon her shoulders. The grandkids, sensing the seriousness of the situation, remained quiet in the back seat, their innocence juxtaposed against the backdrop of the imposing prison walls.

Everyone said. “Good,” Haven said as she started to think of the easiest way to get out the doors. She went out of the doors, and two officers had to run ahead of her. She was calling out the directions as Mack pulled her hand back to him. He kept her next to him, knowing they had no real idea what they were walking out too. When she swiped the ID to open the last door with no alarms going off, she smiled at him. “Nice to know you made some friends here,” Mack said with a chuckle.

It would be idiocy to show him that I was sweating under my clothes. "What's the commotion in there? Two more minutes! Hustle boys! We don't have whole day!" shouted one of the officer stationed at the door. The perpetrator moved out my way. Laughter echoed behind the background from other inmates. I kept a steady eye until I got out.

Alex says in a grimaced voice. He seems really mad. "Sorry Alpha.We'll shift him to another celler."Nolan accepts his fault.I roll on the pompous show of power and dominance. The guards on either sides of the door open it for us.This one is built from silver.I can see the shapes of wolves carved out on the door.I guess silver prevents the prisoners from escaping. We pass the door,now I can see spacious cubicls with silver bars.Men and women in blood soaked clothes and battered faces are snarling and growling at us.I snuggle closer fo Alexander's side. What if one of them try to hurt us.

But no one dares to slow down or else they will be snatched by those dead looking hands. “A little more guys, I can see a door,” Van said breathlessly. They are almost there; the door is just fifteen paces away, then ten paces, then five. And now the door is within their reach and Van seizes the knob. “IT’S LOCKED,” he shouted as the others frantically bang the door with their fist. The creature is coming, and it’s almost here! With their minds high in adrenaline time seems to slow down. And the door opens and a pair of saving hands reaches for them.

Before he shifts and looks at me. "Did you find anything?" I ask with complete keen interest. "There's a door here," he point at an exact spot. "A door?" I narrow my eyes in their sockets. "Yes," he nods and stomps his foot on it. Surprisingly there's a cracking noise. "I think it leads to the prison." He adds. Upon putting my hand on the flattened grass, I realized there's truly a door. Jack had the grasses glued to the door so people would think it's truly grass.

Then let's go,' I told them. Dad nodded and Samael grabbed my hand before leading me to what I assumed was their prison. It was surrounded by guards on the outside. On the inside, there was one guard posted at each door. The further back we went, it turned into two guards at the door, letting me know whoever was back there was a high risk. We stopped at one of those doors. Looking down the hall, I saw it led to a closed-off part of the prison that said keep out with chains on the door. It drew my attention as something important, but before I could ask, the door opened, and I smelled the rouge before I saw him. He was wearing a white shirt and white pants.

The sudden darkness muffled his panicked shouting, leaving only the sound of their heavy footsteps as they descended into the depths of the dungeon. The guards reached a heavy, reinforced door marked with a large, imposing "B." They unlocked it and tossed Crain inside. The impact jarred his body as he hit the cold, hard floor. He gritted his teeth, the pain shooting through his bruised frame as the heavy iron door slammed shut. Muffled by the sack still over his head, his panicked shouts went completely unheard.

At Roman, locking the door like we're never leaving. The Forbidden Forest isn't the prison. This room is.