There were strange sounds filtering through into 11-12's subconscious as he slowly awakened from what seemed like a deeper sleep than he usually had
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"The warden wants you pieces of shit sparkly clean for the day so move it," The guard called out as he directed the flow of prisoners further down the hallway.
He almost didn't hear the question asked behind him, but as he glanced back over his shoulder, he saw one pathetic excuse for a prisoner asking questions. He hated questions. "You're in Hell's Gate prison, sunshine." The guard snapped before gesturing to the unlocked door, "Now get your ass out of your cell and down to the showers."
11-12 frowned, a trace of something like arrogance crossing his features. He wasn't used to being talked to in such a disrespectful manner. His father was the most important man in the Village and so as his only son he was used to being treated with respect by everyone else.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked, his voice still quavering slightly as his hand clutched the bars for support. He still felt a little like he was going to be ill.
The frown caused the guard's own brows to knit together. If there was one thing he hated more than questions, it was polite fuckers, and this little ray of sunshine seemed to have both. Well, he'd soon change that.
"Did you not hear me, cupcake?" The guard asked as he tapped his baton against the bars of 11-12's cell, "I said for you to get your ass down to the showers," Purposefully talking slowly, the guard continued, "I'll strip you naked and drag you there myself if you don't remove yourself from your cell in three seconds."
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He almost didn't hear the question asked behind him, but as he glanced back over his shoulder, he saw one pathetic excuse for a prisoner asking questions. He hated questions. "You're in Hell's Gate prison, sunshine." The guard snapped before gesturing to the unlocked door, "Now get your ass out of your cell and down to the showers."
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"I beg your pardon?" He asked, his voice still quavering slightly as his hand clutched the bars for support. He still felt a little like he was going to be ill.
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"Did you not hear me, cupcake?" The guard asked as he tapped his baton against the bars of 11-12's cell, "I said for you to get your ass down to the showers," Purposefully talking slowly, the guard continued, "I'll strip you naked and drag you there myself if you don't remove yourself from your cell in three seconds."
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