Senses – Kian Drake

Chapter 3

Kian Drake.

Battle of the Egos


Kian lay on his bed and continued staring at the ceiling rigidly. No one spoke to him and that was how he liked it. The twins hadn’t bothered to force him into conversation or to greet the new member of their prisoners unit. They acted as they always did, giving him a wide birth and leaving him alone. Madeline seem unperturbed by his lack of effort. She had enough to think about, adjusting to the rules and surroundings. She didn’t bother to say hello, which suited him just fine. He didn’t want to make friends whilst trapped in the shit pit he called home. He just wanted to live out his life in solitude, with his own thoughts for company. The only reason he even gave the others a glance was because they wouldn’t leave him alone otherwise. Tilly, especially, seeing as she was always aware of his thoughts and would question some of the more sinister voices.

The telepath is a fucking menace. She needs to mind her own business.

Most of the time, however, even the telepath knew when to keep her mouth shut and stay out of sight and mind. It was for the best, especially when she found his mute responses frustrating. None of the inmates bothered questioning his lack of vocals or human interaction. From day one they had figured out that he would never socialise with them and had no intention of joining the ridiculous Scooby Gang they seemed to have formed. They were all chatty with one another but Kian wasn’t going to break his code of silence, not for anyone. He understood their need for human connection, to feel as if they belonged in some social group and share in their misery. Yet Kian had never needed the comfort of others and certainly never wanted theirs. He found it easier to deal with alone.

At least then I don’t have to listen to the endless moaning about the cleanliness in the bathrooms and kitchen facilities here. Tammy really is a stickler for those pesky germs.

The twins and Lucas had found it particularly difficult to hide their amazement when Kian had actually moved from his bed that day. They had all noticed him watching the events unfold, but again, none of them said a word. Madeline was intriguing and had sparked his curiosity for all of twenty seconds. It wasn’t often he saw someone stand up to the guards in such a manner, especially after being processed and, most likely, kicked around a bit before being hauled into the main area. The guards never held back, even if it was a woman. Yet, Madeline appeared to be a strong willed soul, despite the bruising already forming around her arms and the split lip from a vicious punch or two. It had been impressive to see in such a small human being who had no real noticeable physical strength.

Have to admit…that’s new.

Madeline also had a fiery nature, which went along with her ability to set alight to things. It was, for a short time, enough to break him out of his own cage and take a look. Yet Kian’s interest in what she would do next soon faded when the guards were gone and the twins were left to explain the prison and its many rules to live by. They spoke at length about the history of the building and the other inmates who used to wonder the block before the explosion. They discussed Lucas and Jack with even more detail, but not once did they try and explain Kian. There wasn’t enough time in the day to introduce the idea of his not so simple background and the girl would probably freak out anyway.

People who have been in the prison with me for the last three years still don’t know me. This woman has no chance and I like it that way.

Kian wasn’t like most men, something Madeline would soon come to realise over time. He had a specific personality, which no one really knew about. There were three males in the block, each with their own stories and backgrounds which couldn’t be further from one another. Physically, mentally and temperamentally, each were completely unique in their own way. The differences between them was almost comical.

If you actually manage to maintain a sense of humour in this shithole.

The other two, by all accounts, came from relatively normal backgrounds. They were the types you could picture sitting in a pub on a Friday night laughing over a pint. Lucas was an impressively tall man, standing at six foot two and with a lean build. He was also the most unthreatening of the group, least intimidating and had a cheery smile permanently pasted on his features. He was friendly, upbeat but also mild in nature. He never raised his voice or allowed himself to get riled by the arguments which sometimes happened within the cell block. Tensions were always frayed amongst the small group, especially when Tammy got overloaded by it. Shouting and bickering often broke the silence. Yet Lucas never seemed bothered by it. He stayed out of drama and was often the voice of reason when it got to breaking point. He certainly never got upset by the unfair treatment displayed by their keepers. Even when the guards got too aggressive with him, threatened harm or just bullies him with words, he took their abuse with minimal sounds or effort to fight back.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he merely shrugged at them after receiving a punch. It seems to be his default gesture.

 Jack, on the other hand, was around five foot nine, slim with constant messy brown hair which never seemed to be calm. Much like him. He was a disruptive Scottish man with a flirtatious nature and a knack for getting into trouble nearly every other day. As much as he was a nightmare to live with, Kian couldn’t help but find the man entertaining. Jack was unable to take anything seriously and was hyperactive a lot of the time, almost like an untrained puppy. Internally Kian laughed at his jokes, not that he would ever admit such a thing, and he found temporary amusement whenever Jack wasn’t locked away in solitary.

Which is every week without fail. He’s also a fucking pest.

Kian, on the other hand, was nothing like them. He wasn’t chatty, he didn’t have a carefree outlook on life and never displayed a flicker of emotion in front of another human being. He didn’t need any more conversation then what he already had in his head.

Senses – Tammy Pope

Chapter 2

Tammy Pope.

Getting The ‘Feels’.


            Tammy sat in the corner of her cell and listened intently. She could feel the guard’s excitement and hyper energy, even through the thick brick walls and blast doors. It made her heart hammer in her chest and her palms begin to sweat with apprehension. Being an empath wasn’t a gift or something she found particularly useful. It didn’t have any perks, couldn’t help her with everyday life and was merely a drain on her energy. People would think that picking up on others emotions would make it easier to socialise and to understand human nature better. But it didn’t. It was a virus, constantly overwhelming her and making it difficult to distinguish what was her own emotions and what was someone else’s. It was a pain in the arse in the frankest manner of putting it.

Especially in this place. It’s the pit of despair. And I get the magical gift of sensing everything everyone feels day in and day out.

It wasn’t unusual for Tammy to pick up on the guard’s emotions without needing to concentrate, especially as of late. As time got on they were becoming more careless. In the early years the staff were conscious that pushing the inmates was dangerous and that they could get into a world of trouble if there was any sign of abuse. Soon enough, however, it became obvious that the strong fist of the law wasn’t about to slam down on their heads. Due to that they became more confident and brazen about their antics. They had limited training in defending themselves against Tammy’s abilities and definitely didn’t care to try and hide their intentions either. It was an added bonus for them if they could torture her at the same time as reaping their childish need for power over everyone else. This time, she could sense the extra rowdy nature seeping into the cell block before they were even close. The energy was intoxicating, making her fidget and shudder with a disgusting thrill. They were enjoying themselves but there was also an edge of unease from the younger guards mixed in. That would fade over time, once they got acclimatised the way things ran in the building. The joy from the more experienced, however, meant only one thing.

Looks like someone new is about to join us.

The petite blonde closed her medical book and shoved it under her mattress, not wanting it confiscated when she was only three chapters in. If she was caught with a book, especially without earning the privilege, they would instantly throw her into solitude. They’d possibly interrogate her on how exactly she had managed to sneak the luxury item into her cell in the first place. Solitude was bad enough, the place being much worse than the slum she already lived in, without the addition of humiliation being inflicted on her. They would also take away the only connection she possessed to her previous life and, as much as she had made peace with the prospect of never getting out, she couldn’t afford for that to happen. The book she stashed was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Tammy had been in the prison for almost five years, but before that she had been studying to be an orthopaedic and trauma surgeon. The job had taken up most of her waking hours. It gave her little time for outside influences, which meant there was nothing she really missed about normal life. Unlike others, who would speak of friends and their social lives, she didn’t have many stories to look back on with fondness apart from her time studying. Even though there was no chance of ever seeing a surgical instrument again, she still kept up her studies with books she stole from the prison library.

Or more to the point, I sent Lucas to steal them for me. Guess it’s rather handy having someone nearby who can literally walk through walls.

Reading was a good way to pass the time and block out everyone else’s lingering emotions which filled her like an over spilling pint glass. At times she felt overwhelmed, not being able to distinguish which of them were her own and which were the feelings of others around her. It often caused her to resort to anger and stress headaches, unable to tell everyone to stop feeling so intensely. The emotions which swam around the place only varied slightly, as everyone was miserable and bored in the prison. No one had moments of pure joy or anything else which could dull her senses. So it became normal for her to feel bitter more intensely than most. Reading medical texts were calming and kept her focused, giving her something else for her mind to obsess on. There was nothing emotional between the lines of scientific explanations. The text filled the page with mere cold observations and stone like facts written by men and women who she had once dreamed of being.

That’s why I like surgery. No having to take care of the patients feelings. They’re unconscious, which is a bonus for me because unconscious people feel less.

Her reading time, however, was rudely interrupted by the sudden wave of new toxic emotions coming from outside of their block. As much as she hated it, Tammy couldn’t deny that it was refreshing to feel anything but misery, even if she would hate herself afterward. The guards were on the move and they were uncontained. The prison hadn’t had a new occupant in almost two years. Tammy got to her feet and wondered to her cell door, resting her arms through the gaps between the cold iron bars. She could sense her twin sisters’ nervousness from the cell beside hers, clearly hearing the degrading thoughts of the men who were on their way. Tammy could feel the steadily increasing knot in her stomach, mixed with the emotions of sickening joy and delight.

They had fun with the prisoner before bringing them here to meet us. The bastards are going to make me feel giddy about it too.

She spotted Lucas moving in his own cell diagonal from hers, getting restless but not bothering to stand and witness the show which would no doubt horrify them. After a few times of witnessing it, Tammy was convinced she’d become cold to it. Not care like a lot of prisoners did. Yet she always felt the same way and it didn’t simmer into nothingness each time. Everyone knew what to expect when the main doors opened. No one arrived to the unit in perfect unscathed condition. Most of the time newbies were knocked unconscious due to a vicious beating or were so weak they couldn’t walk by themselves. Yet Tammy could feel something new in the mixture of emotions emanating from the nearing group, finally hearing the jangle of keys and heavy footfalls in the corridor.

Fuck me, the prisoner is awake and walking?!

The prisoners all watched silently as the buzzer sounded into the block and the doors opened to reveal three guards and a woman. Compared to the giant men hauling her in, the woman looked like a mere child in size. She was small, with a curvy figure, auburn hair and a subtle olive tone to her skin. She was wearing the standard orange jumpsuit, which they put on all the new prisoners in as a good old fashioned joke between them. It was all a show and the humiliating factor which gave them a rise.

Oh they do like a good laugh. Fucking bastards.

The girl staggered into the room, her shackles around her ankles causing her to slam down onto her knees. She gave a small hiss but when she lifted her head she had a wildly defiant scowl on her features, her brown eyes burning into the guard who laughed at her. Instantly the lack of care for how he would react to her expression, sparked Tammy’s interest. She felt power radiating off the woman, a sense of anger and defiance she rarely felt anymore. After a few years the prison often squashed the outrage in the inmates, forcing them into a calm resolution instead. There was little point fighting after constantly being beaten down and told there was no hope. Freedom was a dream, the idea of things getting easier or calmer was also naïve.

Although I have a feeling this woman isn’t like most people. She’s different. She’s stubborn and powerful. I’m liking her already.

As if responding to her thought, Tilly coughed and made a sound of agreement.

Get out of my head, Tilly. You know I will start singing the Kris Kross song again.

At this Tilly sighed heavily from her cell and the pair stared ahead at the new woman in the room. Threatening frustrating songs was the only way of keeping her nosy twin out of her mind. Unfortunately she had always been the victim of Tilly’s constant probing and there were limits to what Tammy wanted to share with her sister. At a time like that one, it was best her sister didn’t start prodding around, especially when the thrill coming from the guards was messing with Tammy’s emotions.

            “While your down there love,” one of the guards heckled, nudging his mate with a sneer as they laughed at their own joke. Fucking comedians.

The woman tilted her head and smirked suddenly, no longer looking angry but almost playfully amused by the insult. It was enough to throw everyone off, no one expecting her to be so brazen and confident in her reactions. Still the anger was bubbling underneath the surface, her smirk hiding the want to kill them where they stood. Tammy felt the want to inflict serious harm on them surge through her body like a craving for heroine.

This woman is dangerous. Let’s hope the idiots don’t push her too far.

She winked at the guard who had spoken to her and grinned. The smile was bordering on something a wolf would have before devouring a field of sheep. There wasn’t a trace of genuine amusement behind her actions and Tammy found herself shifting uncomfortably.

            “I’m allergic to Twiglets,” she breathed, eyeing his crotch fleetingly. “Sorry.”

The guard suddenly flushed crimson with anger and embarrassment at the slack comment. Tammy felt his overwhelming outrage at her words, his impulse to hurt her for being so insolent despite his want to show her who was boss. The conflicting emotions only made him even more furious. Yet the woman didn’t care and she merely continued watching with cool indifference. Tammy noticed Kian moving inside his cell, his interest sparked by her ballsy smack talk in the face of imminent danger. Without needing Tilly’s gift to read minds, Tammy already knew what must have been flowing through his mind at the arrival of their new neighbour.

Either she has a death wish or knows how to handle herself. Either way she’s playing with fire.

Senses – Madeline Green

Chapter 1

Madeline Green.

Welcome to Brandstrokes Prison


            Madeline Green tripped on her low hanging shackles and landed onto dirt ground with a loud thud. She gave a groan as a guard stood over her with a deepening scowl and a look of unyielding disdain. He wasn’t the first to look at her in such a manner. Since she was hauled into the back of a police van she had been watched with the same suspicion and contempt by nearly everyone she passed. Her trial had been a butchery, everyone out for her skin and possibly more if the law allowed it. No one knew why she had done the things she was accused of and none of them cared either.

What was I expecting really? A kind hearted lawyer to ride in and save the day?! Fat chance of that happening in Kingston.

Her neighbours and friends had all peered at her like they were disgusted to even be affiliated with her. So needless to say, the hatred the guard viewed her with, wasn’t new to Madeline. In fact it was a normal day since that fateful event, but in that moment, she felt a stab of anger at the prison guard’s obvious pleasure at seeing her falter and crumble. He didn’t know her or what she was like before she was hauled off to her doom in such a degrading manner. It wasn’t like she belonged behind bars, but for this arsehole who watched her with such loathing, she might as well be Hitler reincarnated.

Ignorant bastard. How can he fucking judge me?! He doesn’t even know why I am here and….okay calm. Remember what happened last time I got pissed off at someone. Don’t make this worse.

She looked up and narrowed her eyes at him, determined to show strength instead of fear. Despite the steely intent behind her glare, she was gripped by terror, her heart hammering as she faced her sentence.

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Starting out…

I have never been good at starting things like this but here goes…

I have been writing stories since I was old enough to form coherent sentences. It’s always just been a hobby, something I did for fun. I can let my imagination run riot without any restrictions. I have never had the courage to share my writing with anyone before, mainly out of fear of someone laughing in my face.

I think any writer or amateur writer out there will agree that sharing your writing is sharing a part of your soul. Cheesy statement, I know, but it is true. It leaves you open to some of the harsher truths you might not want to hear.

So on this blog I will be facing a few of my fears. I will be posting a few chapters to some of my stories.

Yes, I am aware they may be shit. They are unedited and there is a lot of work still to be done on them but it’ll be worth finding out what people think.

So let’s get started….