System Nullification

Chapter 19

 "So why are we doing this again?" Zephyr asked.

 "Because I like learning stuff," Will said. "I never learned a lot in the United Kingdom other than computer stuff and what raves are like."

 "So you knew nothing about your family history before coming to the U.P," I assumed.

 "Pretty much," Will confirmed. "Hey, is this Adam guy really that bad?"

 "You have no idea," I sighed. "He freaks me out. Even after I tried to force myself to stop reading his mind, I got flashes of the rest of his crimes popping into my mind. It's pretty scary. I saw every stab, every gunshot, every disposal of every body. And I swear, the smell of blood is so normal for this guy that he knows the scent, and each flashback had me knowing the scent as well."

 "Well damn," Will said. "Killing enough people to memorize the scent of blood. I don't think I've ever smelled blood."

 "I never smelled blood until that entire incident," I said.

 We continued to the prison in silence. The prison was on the bottom of the entire government base. Prisoners were actually treated decently well. It was probably a well made system because the President left it up to the prison managers to create the entire system. Prisoners were served the same food anyone else working for the government was served, with three full meals a day and the one snack time that was entirely up to the prisoner. Prisoners did labor, such as volunteer work, helping to carry luggage of some sort, doing the servants' work in the White House. In exchange for all that, they had the meals, a decently made bed with a tiny table, the bathrooms were actually clean, and the prisoners went through therapy sessions with people who were qualified with that kind of psychology stuff. With my mind reading skills, I would be able to qualify as a therapist since I could just found out what was wrong with the criminal rather than having to slightly deceive the criminal to tell me what was wrong. However, I'm a teenage girl, and my emotions take over at the most crucial of times. And I hated that. I hated that I wasn't able to do something because I don't panic when there's a robbery but I panic when I get to do something that could seriously benefit someone's life. Prisoners were pretty fortunate. They would get all the help they needed.

 It's fucked up that criminals are treated better than the hobos on the streets. If people in the public knew, some of the people who truly needed the help would probably commit a crime on purpose just to get the free food and other perks that came with committing a crime around here. Maybe if President Phake spent less funs on people like criminals, innocent people out there could be getting the help they needed. "Finally made it here," Zephyr sighed, looking at the transporter to the jail.

 "Gee, I can't wait to meet my step brother with a killer intent," Will remarked.

 "Damn it Will," I facepalmed as we walked into the transporter. "Meeting your step brother was all your idea. Be glad Austin decided on a longer break time... even though Zephyr and I could've been doing extra training by now."

 "Oh, so you wanted to train," Zephyr said, flexing his muscles. "I think I've been getting it down pretty well."

 "Is that so?" I smirked. "Try and go against my speed during weapon training this time."

 Zephyr bit his lip and grinned with no reply to what I said. "Alright, we're there," Will announced.

 Other than all of the prisoner perks, jail cells looked pretty similar to how it was about a century ago. As a result, every prisoner's eyes were on us. I suddenly felt awkwardly higher than them. By awkwardly higher, I mean the fact that they were all dressed in prison stripes unlike us. Zephyr and I were rocking our custom fighting uniforms, and Will was wearing a standard black dress shirt with grey pants and black combat boots. I felt every glare piercing into us, all of them belittling these high school kids that had gotten farther in life than them.