Chapter 2: Instability
Hills narrating in his pod: "Prisoner number 03S713, Greg Sanders. Convicted April 27, 2003. Felony: Two counts murder in the first degree. Sentence: life in prison without the possibility of parole."
--Oswald State Correctional Facility: level three
"Archie!" Greg yelped as he jolted up in his bunk, suddenly very awake.
A chuckle came from the top bunk. "It's just a nightmare kid. You're going to have to get used to them from now on."
Greg groaned and buried his face into his pillow. He tried to get back to bed, wishing that when he woke up in the morning all of this had been a terrible nightmare.
The next time Greg woke up it was morning. Or at least he guessed it was morning. The only way to tell is the fact that the lights were on. As he got up, he noticed that Beecher was gone. He let out a deep sigh, walked over to the sink, and splashed water on his face. After drying his face, he walked out of his and Beecher's pod and looked over the railing, scanning the common room below. As he watched the prisoners in their little cliques, he felt more and more like he would rater be anywhere else. Hell sounds nice right now. He mused.
The only prisoner he felt that he could trust was Beecher. The Keller guy he met the other day had a bad air to him. Something about him gave Greg cold chills. He remembered Beecher warning him about the Aryans, so he scanned the room for them. He almost jumped out of his shoes as a hand clasped over his shoulder.
"You're prettier then they said prag." Shillinger said cornering Greg against the railing, two other Aryans blocked any escape routs.
On the other side of the room, Keller looked up at the balcony and saw Shillinger cornering Greg. "Hey Toby, isn't that Greg?"
Beecher followed Keller's gaze. "Shit! I'm going to kill that Nazi fuck." He said and hurried to Greg's rescue. "Hey Vern baby. What are you doing with my buddy there?" Toby asked with a mix of calmness, humor, and hatred.
"We were just bonding." Shillinger said innocently.
"I bet you were." Beecher said, and then he slammed Shillinger against the wall and pressed his arm into Shillinger's throat. "I want you to leave him alone you Nazi fuck." Beecher then punched Shillinger in the face and Shillinger's nose started to bleed. While he was threatening Shillinger, Keller was beating the crap out of the other Nazi's.
It took a while, but the CO's finally broke up the fight. Unfortunately for Greg both Beecher and Keller were drug off to the hole. Shillinger and his Aryan friends were only taken to the hospital ward.
Greg ran off to McManus's office. He knocked on the door and McManus let him in. "What do you need Greg?"
"What I need is to get the fuck out of this place. I don't belong here. I feel safer on the back roads of Vegas. Out there I know there is a chance, in here I know I'm fucked. Shillinger already wants a piece of my ass."
McManus let out a sigh. "I can't do anything about Shillinger. And as for getting out, that won't be happening. You're in here for life. Two murders, I'm surprised you didn't get the death penalty."
"That's probably since day one I've been saying that I'm innocent. My guess is that they don't want to sentence a guy to death if there is a possibility that he is innocent."
"You're still claiming to be innocent after all of the evidence incriminating you?"
"Don't talk to me about evidence." Greg snapped. "Can you imagine what it's like to be working in your lab, processing DNA, and the results say that you did it? Now, if I were a guilty man would I really give the results to my boss?"
"Why did you?"
"Because I trust that man with my life. If anyone can help me, he can." Greg said. "Anyway, can you do anything about shillinger?"
"No. Go back to your pod Greg."
"Fuck you McManus. I knew that I should have gone to sister Pete instead." Greg started to leave McManus's office. "I swear once I get out of this hell hole, there will be hell to pay." He slammed McManus's door behind him.
He made his way back to Em City, but stopped when he caught sight of a couple of Aryans. He then headed for sister Pete's office. Before he got there, a CO stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I need to see sister Peter Marie."
"Sorry pal, if you don't got an appointment, you can't see her."
"Please, this is important."
"Sure it is. Go back to Em city before I force you back."
A door to sister Pete's office opened and she came out. "Is there a problem?"
"No sister, I was just about to escort this man back to Em City."
"You're Greg Sanders aren't you?" She asked. He nodded in reply. "I'll see him now."
After Greg went into her office, she shut the door. "I've been meaning to speak to you Greg. I read your personnel file and I won't lie to you, I'm impressed. You graduated Phi Beta Kappa from Stanford University with a degree in Chemistry. You were a DNA analyst for the police where you worked alongside Dr. Gilbert Grissom, one of the top forensic entomologists in the country. What I don't get is how you could kill two collage students like that."
"I'll tell you what I've told everyone else, but like McManus you probably wont believe me. I'm innocent. Why would I throw away a life like that? Sure I was under appreciated by most of my colleagues, but I got along great with most of them. I even earned Grissom's respect. The pay wasn't bad either. Too bad I lost it all because some fuck framed me for the murder of two people I had never met."
"Why would someone frame you?"
"I wish I knew. If I ever meet the guy, I'll ask him. I'm really quite curious as to why he took everything away form me like that. Why he ruined not only my life but the lives of the families of the vics." Greg gave a hysterical laugh. "Why am I telling you this? I know that you don't believe me."
"Greg." She said, starting to say something, but he kept rambling.
"Why would you believe me? Grissom doesn't. The evidence never lies sister Pete. My DNA was all over the place. Why wouldn't I be sent here? They think I just lost it. Or perhaps it was stress related. Maybe Greg was always like this. Do you think he's done this before?" His eyes were getting wild and he started to pace a little, which was making sister Pete nervous.
"Greg, you're getting hysterical." She said and slapped him to snap him back to reality.
Greg started taking in deep breaths to control his hysteria. When he finally calmed down, he spoke again. "Sorry. It's this place, all of the stress, everything." Sister Pete noticed that Greg's hands were shaking violently.
"It's alright. You need to let it out. Keeping everything pent up isn't good for you."
"I'm scared sister Pete."
"You know Beecher right? Well, he was thrown into the hole for starting a fight with Shillinger. He only did it because Shillinger had me cornered though. Shillinger was threatening me, but not at the same time. You know what I mean? Saying things that sound completely harmless, but are terrifying if you know what the person is like."
"Well, with Beecher gone, I'm terrified about what Shillinger is going to do to me."
Sister Pete sighed. "I'll see what I can do with Vern. I know what he's capable of."
"I'd appreciate it."
"Do you remember how you were told that every inmate has a job to do?" She asked and Greg nodded. "I'll tell you what, I'll talk to doctor Nathan and find you a quiet job in the medical ward."
"You're welcome. You may leave now Greg. Be careful." She said and Greg began to leave. "And Greg, I'll look into your innocent plea."
Greg smiled half-heartedly and muttered a soft "Thank you" before he left.