TheKikkaKibaz

“Move!” The guard shouted, shoving Ezekiel inside the 671 cell. It was 2024. Ezekiel had spent two years of his freedom away from the mental institution selling information and getting contracted to get involved in beatings. He did not enjoy it but it was a way of earning easy and fast money. He had been naïve though. Before he knew it, he was involved in a trap, leading to where he was now. The cell was nothing unfamiliar to him. The boy had lived imprisoned his all life, one way or another. He grew up in orphanages and four foster homes, who would ended up getting tired of him for being a difficult child or would only want him for the allowances and extra advantages. The first time he met those cold cells was at the age of 16, after brutally beating another teenager who pissed him off. The juvenile detention only helped Ezekiel use his anger to develop deceiving strategies. It also brought him a touch of the underground world. Two years later he was released. The inmate had