<<L'enfer sur la Terre>> (open)

[jacques capet]

Jacques was pulled to a stop in the back of the truck. The doors opened, light stinging his eyes. They yanked him out and unhooked the straight jacket, and un-handcuffed him from the back bench chair-he had tried to escape before, and he had avoided them for some time, but eventually some jerk gave him up and he had been caught. The last few years hadn't been all that bad, however. He had learned how to survive to the fullest. And he has ruled in his prison block.

They pulled him out and uncuffed him. "You're running out of options, kid. It's best you stay out of trouble here." Said one of the officers. Someone walked up to the officers, Jack guessed he was in charge of the staff, maybe the principal of the school. They were talking to him too, but he ignored them. His sharp pale face, in contrast to his jet black hair and black eyes, gave him a look of gorgeous black and white features. Not to mention his black clothing. Like someone straight out of a black and white photograph. Good looking, but frightening all the same. Didn't help with his reputation how he had arrived either. Whatever, he didn't plan on making friends anyway. He hated people, though he DID like girls....a LOT. Didn't matter though, he was going to book it out of this lame hospital as soon as he got the chance for escape.

Jack lit a cigarette as he surveyed the crowd of patients that had stopped what they were doing and watching in curiosity to the new-comer, coming out of a prison security truck. Suddenly the staff member who had been talking pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, and from then on in he KNEW he wasn't going to get along with this guy. "No smoking on academy grounds." The fat old man said. Jacques features went black, as he gave a frightening death stare to the man before him. He didn’t like being touched. He felt a surge of rage that he quickly repressed as he felt the cop painfully tighten his grip on Jack’s arm as the cop tightened his forward facing handcuffs. As he looked down at them, Jack realized that he was going to be in those pretty much all the time around here. Because he was a danger. A danger to others. A liability. A crazy so to say.

The cop took a long hard look at Jack, and then back at the staff member. “It might be best to keep him isolated most of the time. Away form others as much as possible.” The cops had harassed Jack, telling him that he belonged in a 24 hour fucking isolation room. And that’s what they were probably going to do to him here. At least most of the time. What kind of fucked up ‘rehabilitation center’ was this?

There was more talking which he ignored, and then the staff member said, "Welcome to Aberration Academy. I hope you won't be much of a problem."

One of the other cops laughed. “He doesn’t talk. He’s like retarded or something. He belongs here.” The cop was right. Jack didn’t talk much. But it wasn’t because of an illness, he just refused to talk. He hated people so why waste his time trying to talk to them, right.

“Right, well we will fix him up. Right son?” The staff member said with a pat on the back. Jack looked over at him unemotionally. He didn’t like being touched. Not one bit. “He doesn’t seem like much of a threat, I think he’ll be fine with others.” He gave the staff member one of his stares. Those cold, icy stares that could make chills run down anyone’s spine. When he turned his black eyes on people, ever since he was a child for he never talked much then either, they said that they felt as if he could see through into their souls. His looks were…disconcerting to some. That’s why he looked. Because he wanted them to feel disconcerted, he wanted them to fear. That way he could keep them as far away from him as possible.

The cop looked back at the staff member seriously now. “That’s why you have to watch him even more. Sometimes he’s like this, and then he gets you unexpectedly.” He looked back at Jack as he spoke, avoiding the boys eyes, Jack just sitting there as they talked about him like he was an animal rather then a human. “Just keep your eyes on him at all times, okay?”

The staff member gave a look now that seemed almost…wrong. An odd smile. “Don’t worry, we will.”

Finally the cops stepped away from surrounding him and got into the car and drove away in their truck: CALIFORNIA CORRECTIONAL FACILITY. He had caused too much trouble in Juvie, the kids had followed his uproars too much, so they had sent him straight to the big leagues. Then In the big leagues, he had still been too violent, so he had went straight to the toughest block, in isolation most of the time. Some said to just kill him, he was too dangerous. While those other activists said that he was young, to give him another chance. Jacques never made any gesture either way. He never did.

Jack took another look at this place. Something was…wrong about it, he could feel it. Oh well…couldn’t be much worse than prison. But something still seemed off, and it was then that he cast his eyes on one of the patient’s fearful eyes and he realized. The patient wasn’t just scared of him, they were scared of this whole place. Jacques looked back and realized it now. <<L'enfer sur la Terre>> My God…this place truly was a ‘Hell on Earth.’ Why didn’t they just leave him in prison??

Finally the guards began to bring him in, standing side by side around him as he walked in handcuffed. Jacques now turned and faced the crowd, giving them his disconcerting stare. He took one look at them and began to walk straight into the center of the crowd. To his pleasure, they all parted the way, like Moses parting the Red Sea.

They were afraid. Good.

His face was cold, hollowly expressionless, and plain out scary as he walked past them and into the academy, probably straight to the isolation room, in all his frightening beauty.