13. Crime

There was an irritated sigh, as Roy sat in a cell. He wore the orange one suit, and leaned back in his metal bed.

“Figured this would happen eventually… just seriously, orange? I’d prefer those stupid striped jumpsuits over these…” Roy ruffled his hair, and sighed sadly.

“Hey, new guy, what’s your crime?” A man, loaded with tattoos grinned at the teen. “Because I don’t think it’s as bad as what I did…”

“I don’t care what you did, so piss off.” Roy glared.

The man grabbed Roy by the hair and threw him into the bars. He then threw him back into his bed, and cracked his head against the wall. The blood gushed from the teens head, as he began to stand again. It was odd, he wasn’t fighting back. He’d taken plenty of people, smarter and stronger than this, but he was just… giving up…

“You really want to be a smart ass, boy?” The man picked Roy up by his hair. “Because you keep it up, you’ll be my bitch.”

He threw Roy’s head back down and glared at the teen. Surprising the man, Roy picked himself back up.

“I grew up with beatings like that every other day. You’re gonna have to try harder than that to keep me down.” Roy wiped his nose of the blood. “Ha, that’s less than usual.”

“You little--”

“That’s enough!” The officer shouted at the man. “Boy, out.”

“Yes sir.” Roy obliged and walked out of the cell.

They walked to the kitchen.

“You’re working here. And cause any trouble, you’ll be moved to license plates.” The officer stated firmly.

“If someone causes me trouble?” Roy cocked an eyebrow.

“Then they’ll be moved.”

“That’s not an effective strategy, but whatever, boss.” Roy saluted lazily and went to work cooking.

His cell mate came up and got the chili. After all the inmates were served, Roy got his food. He didn’t really eat any of it. His cell mate walked up and hit him on the back of the head with his tray. Roy’s head almost hit the chili, but instead he stopped himself. He turned and stood up to the man. Roy was tall, but this man was larger. Somehow. The giant boy was being slightly towered over by the convict.

“I’m not scared of you. I’ve taken bigger.” Roy scowled.

The man tried to hit Roy, but he missed. Roy ducked and jetted an uppercut. A brawl broke out between the inmates and Roy. The officers couldn’t get to the center of the fight, until Roy was cheap shotted with a tray to the side of the head.

He fell to the floor, having trouble getting up. There was tear gas thrown in.

Roy woke in the infirmary of a hospital. Next to him, Alcina was asleep, from worrying too much. Connor had fallen asleep in the chair.

“So what was your crime?” A familiar voice echoed.

“Poor judgment, thievery, murder , who knows? All I care about, is what’s here. Including you, dad…” Roy smiled slightly.

Jason walked from the shadows, as Roy pet Alcina’s hair.

“I’m assuming you paid my bail?” Roy looked up at him.

“Yeah, of course. You’re my boy, criminal or not.”