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Hell's Gates

Chapter One

August 3012

Ray

All of this was just a nightmare. It had to be.

I would wake up and my life would be back to normal. I would wake up, warm in my bed. I would greet my mother and my father down in the kitchen, join them for breakfast.

My father, my father would be here.

"Here we are," I heard the driver in the front say. I peered out the truck window and shuddered.

This was it. This would be my home for the rest of my life.

Volkton Penitentiary was the worst of them all. It was located on the beautiful island of Volkton, completely isolated from the rest of the world. It was located directly in the middle of the four districts of the world.

The districts were established back in 2505, as a result of the outcome of World War III. A lot of land was demolished, a majority of the population annihilated, political differences arose. Thus, the world was divided into the East and West districts and the North and South Districts. Each was ruled by one different leader.

My father was ruler of the North District, which included what was left of North America and northern Europe. Our palace was located in Great Britain.

He had been ruler for thirty-five years, right up to his murder.

"Let's go," Percy slid open the door, yanking me right out the truck. I nearly tripped due to the shackles strapped around my ankles.

Dragging me by my arm, we marched through the sand, waves echoing in my ears. We approached the large, iron gates of the prison.

Still clutching to my arm, he entered a code and the gates opened slowly. The hot sun beamed down on us. I was already breaking out into a sweat. My hand-cuffs started to burn against my skin.

"Welcome home, your highness," he sneered. I said nothing.

I was entering the Gates of Hell.

We trudged through the steaming sand awhile longer, and we eventually approached the penitentiary entrance. Percy entered another code and the doors flew open.

I felt a rush of cool air as we made our way into the lobby. I was going to be checked in and I would be an official prisoner of Volkton.

There was an older man with thick, horn-rimmed glasses, sitting at a desk and hovered over a computer. He spotted us and grinned.

"The little prince is here."

"He's all ready to be checked in, sir," Percy said, giving me a push. The older man looked up at me, still grinning.

"Do you realize what you're in for now?"

"I believe I do, sir."

"Just don't be expectin' any maids at your service," he said, looking back down at his computer. "May I have your full name please?"

"Rayden Vladimir Payne."

"Date of birth?"

"October 15, 2986."

"Crime?"

"Everyone knows," I said, gravely. The man let out a small chuckle.

"I'll have Miss Susanna escort you to your cell. Your uniform and tag will be left on the bed and ready for you to change into. You'll be known as Prisoner 2489 around here. You got that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Empty his pockets, Percy."

"Already been done, been done before we got on a plane here."

"Good, good," he reached into his breast pocket, pulling out a calling device. After pressing a button, he spoke into it, "Susanna. Please escort Prisoner 2489 to his cell please."

"I'll be there," I heard her reply.

"Thank you," the man looked back up at me then. "The name's Robert by the way."

"Alright."

He still didn't take his eyes off me. His dark eyes squinted a bit, his face scrunched. It was as if he was trying to peer deeply into my soul.

"Your father was a great leader, you know."

"I know he was," I said.

"Then why'd you do it?"

"I didn't."

"HA!" he laughed, breaking into a coughing fit. "Everyone at Volkton is an innocent man."

A young woman approached us then. She had dark, wavy hair, running far past her shoulders. She wore tan khaki shorts and a matching uniform to, which hugged her curves. A belt was around her waist with weapons and what-not attached. She also wore a tan beret on top of her head, which completed the uniform. She looked right at me, her wide emerald eyes piercing right through me.

"Is this the guy, Robert?" she asked, not taking her eyes off me.

She was a beautiful woman, with a deep, sultry voice. But she was the type that had a stick up her ass. Explains why she was a prison guard here.

"Yup," Robert nodded.

She walked up to me then, grabbing my arm. I felt her nails dig into my skin and I tensed up a little.

"Let's go, princess."

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