|Flight From Furnace
Author: SethFurnace PM
My name is Seth. I was fourteen when I landed right in the middle of my own personal hell; the prison known as Furnace Penitentiary.Rated: Fiction T - English - The Warden & Donovan - Chapters: 23 - Words: 36,409 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 04-30-13 - Published: 07-01-12 - id: 8275907
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I guess I should explain as to why or how I ended up here. Well that was simple, me and my closest friend, Trey, had to be the biggest idiots in the world. We had broken into a few stores, just to get some cash and some stuff from the stores, and then these guys in suits had caught us. Told us that they could turn us into the police, but that they had bigger plans. Better plans. They took us to this building were they had another one of our friends tied up at. One of them pulled out a gun, and shot him, and then he made Trey catch the gun. How pathetic of us to do that, and then most of all get caught. They told us to run, they wanted it to be a cat and mouse game. We fell for it way too easily. We split up after a while of running, figuring that it'd be better for us to split up. We made plans to meet up in a different state, as soon as we could get there. The first one there would wait around for the other, checking places every day to make sure that the guys in the suits weren't there.
After a few days of running, I stopped and rented myself a room at a hotel for the night. I was tired, and even more so tired at sleeping at bus stations. When I got into the hotel room, I turned on the local news. On the news, I saw what I had wanted the least to see. Trey had been caught by the cops and was being sent to a prison called Furnace Prison for murder and breaking and entering. They were talking about how they knew he had a partner in the whole thing, and how now that they had caught him, they only needed to find the partner. I knew that Trey hadn't given me up, but that they had somehow figured out that I had been there too. I was being hunted more now than ever before. I cursed myself for being so stupid for actually thinking that maybe Trey and I could have gotten away. We were screwed from the moment that that murder happened. It was only a matter of time before we got caught. I stayed the night at that hotel and then watched the news in the morning again. The news was talking about how they had found out who the partner was in the murder. And then they said the name Seth Slade and showed a picture of me on the TV. I was in shock for a few minutes after they had given away my name and picture. I hurried to get out of the hotel, knowing that I wouldn't be able to show my face practically anywhere now. I had no plan now, no place to head to, no friend out there looking for me. I was completely alone.
So, you can probably add up the details and figure out that it didn't take that long for me to get caught. I was a nervous kid in a place where everyone in the country had probably already seen my picture and was looking for me. They wanted to find me worse than they wanted dinner probably. I was the most wanted person in America currently, I'd bet. The only teenager who was still able to hide from the cops and the swat teams looking for me. Sure there'd been close calls during the next few days where I'd almost been caught by cops, but I managed to get away for about a week.
When I got caught, I was exhausted. At that point, I'm pretty sure I didn't even care anymore. I was sitting on the sidewalk, leaning back against a building, almost asleep, when the cops walked up. I didn't even have the energy to try to get up and run. I just sat there and raised my hands slightly. The cops recognized me instantly and arrested me. They transported me back to Tampa Florida, where the crime originally happened. I was in the local county jail for a few days while they questioned me. It seemed like every sentence out of my mouth was 'I didn't do it.' or 'We didn't kill Matt.' I wanted everyone to believe me, but no one did. No one even wanted to try to think about believing me. They didn't care. I was just another lost and troubled kid to them all. Trey and I had been framed and no one wanted to listen. Next came the trial. The trial was something I was practically charged guilty before it even started. After the trial ended and the jury went away to decide my fate. I sat there for an hour, waiting for the jury to come back. When they came back, my fate was already decided. Guilty. Life in Furnace Prison. May I rot in hell. All things the judge told me in his closing speech. I was dragged out of the court by the cops that were there. I was heading to Furnace Prison. The maximum security prison for teenagers. I was heading to where my closest friend now was. We were going to be in there for life. We'd die in there. We'd have no real chance at a life. All because of a stupid idea. -
Heading to Furnace that day was probably one of the worst days in my life. I was on a bus with four other kids. None of which I knew. I was scared of what laid ahead. Furnace, after all, was an underground prison. All of the cells and everything was a mile underground. I looked over at a kid who was in the seat directly across the bus from me. He glanced at me before looking back at the back of the seat in front of him. He had brown hair, what I can only explain as grey eyes, and looked pretty average. I turned my attention back to the floor. I could hear the police guards on the bus snickering about us all looking scared. I hated them instantly, and I knew I'd hate the guards at Furnace even more than these guards.
When we got to Furnace, we were ushered off of the bus. We stood out in the rain for a few minutes, before two guards from the prison walked outside. They signed papers to get us and then practically shoved us all inside the barb wire fencing. "Take a good look outside! Because this is the last time you'll see anything but cell bars and prison walls!" One of the guards said while laughing. His laugh was Sadistic, which just seemed to add to the whole sadistic factor of Furnace. The barb wire looked worse than any other prison's barb wire that I'd seen on TV, the building looked like some slaughter houses' building. The guards shoved us on inside the building, where we were met with even more guards looking at us like we were their next meal. The guards guided us to a hole in the literal wall where we were handed a set of paper-thin clothes. "Go to the shower room, boys! Strip, get in the showers, get cleaned completely, and then get out and get redressed! All of the instructions you need for the shower will be on the walls in the showers! Do it!" A guard ordered. We all hurried into the shower room that the guard had pointed to. I picked out a random shower and followed the instructions on the wall. After I was pelted with some gas stuff, I stumbled out of the shower, not caring that I would be naked in front of some guards and other inmates. The rest of the boys came out looking the same as I pictured I did. We all shuffled into our new prison uniforms and headed to where the guard was leading us. The guard led us to an elevator. "Well, this is goodbye for now, boys. Hope you enjoy your stay in Furnace." He said sadistically laughing and shoving us all onto the elevator. "Oh, and I hope none of you are claustrophobic!" he added as the elevator doors were closing.