The safe house that Cain had picked out had been built in the early 50's. Originally a small jailhouse, it had been abandoned in 1975 when the King commissioned for the Wayland Penitentiary to be built. The jailhouse, while small, had been built over a series of evacuation tunnels dug deep underground. They weren't used by anyone other than the Knights and the Red Hoods—the King had condemned it with the closing of the jailhouse, deeming the tunnels unsafe for use. The Guardians knew of the tunnels, of course, but they had never raided them or the jailhouse, unlike some of the other known safe houses. Rook said it was because the King was a superstitious fool; he thought the tunnels were haunted—which I'm almost certain they were, considering …show more content…
"What can you do?" I asked suddenly, breaking the still silence. "You're going to laugh." Interested, I glanced back at him. "Yeah?" "I... I can..." he shook his head, groaning. "I can see the future, alright?" That was certainly ironic. "Oh, so your the psychic Rook's been ranting about. The one who 'exceeds expectations,' the one who 'sees and knows all' the one who 'is my most valuable soldier.' You know, if I didn't know about his knact for convincing women to sleep with him, I'd say he was in love with you. Hell, he still might be. He's always had this obsession with his partners having power." Jordan looked a little ill. "There are some things I don't need to know about Rook." "Until you see Rook and three girls dancing around a room naked..." "You can't be serious." I winced. "Unfortunately I'm not." "Three?" "There may have been four. I dunno. Do you count Medusa as one or two people?" Jordan blanched. "He slept with Medusa?" "Danced naked with her, at least." I could still see it. The green scales that were scattered across her body. The inky hair of one head and dyed brown of the other. The forked tongues; the multicolored eyes, slitted like a reptiles; even
It was felt that it was better for diseased people to stay outside of the prison walls so the sickness would not spread to the others. The penitentiary was not equipped to deal with death because it had no cemetery but still had to pay for a gravedigger if someone died on the inside.
The first half of my book “The Cellar” written by Natasha Preston, was so good that I could not put the book down. The girl, at that point, had no memories which include her name and anything before she woke up on a dirty, bloody cabin floor. She looked down at her throbbing hand and found that two of her fingernails were missing.
"Tell me something I don't know." Cupcake replied with a sarcastic tone in his voice.
This “super prison” needed extra security to be able to maintain the prisoners. Some security they used included three guards for every one prisoner. Regular prisons had one guard for every 10 prisoners. Next is the hole, they put any prisoner in the hole if they did anything wrong. The hole was completely pitch black room that the prisoners were chained to for up to years at a time. The guards families lived on the island so that no guard would have there family threatened. Machine guns were aimed at the prisoners so if any of them tried to act or kill someone they would be prepared. Tear gas could drop from the ceiling at any moment in case of a riot. Microphones were put everywhere in the prison to overhear conversations to be sure no one was trying to escape. They had put in all of this extra security to make sure the prison was extra
“Pretty please, Chris? We just need to find out where she is?” said Karen. She didn’t like to beg, but she wanted to put her mother’s mind at rest too, and that took priority.
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
“ you can't go looking for him Elena we told you about this Klaus thinks you're dead and we'd like to keep it that way ” Tyler said as we were all at the Salvatore house trying to get everything ready for the party tonight.
The first place our sound guide took us to was the guard towers. They were about fifty feet tall and held enough room for maybe two guards. The towers looked too old for anybody to get into these days, but they had a view of a good portion of that side of the prison and a good section of the ocean. There were towers stationed the entire way around the prison with maybe 100 yards in between them. The towers were protected with bulletproof glass 360 degrees round. After viewing the towers Sean and I wanted to go see the prison cells. So we turned off our guide tapes for awhile and started heading up to the prison house. Everywhere Sean and I looked, it seemed like the entire place was just eroded. Some places were fenced off because they were not safe enough for spectators like ourselves to get close enough to look at.
“Not that I know of.” Euphoria said. “He hadn’t said anything to us the year he left.”
Outside the gates, Lieutenant Gilbert, who was the definition of refinement, is repeating Prince Gabriel’s words to the masses.
“Now tell me what I want to know, before I shoot you in the face.”
"Oh, my god...you are one of them as well?" I stopped my tracks and he turned his eyes at me.
As Karolina walked, she was growing increasingly worried about her youngest son Albert when she carried him off of the train. He was unable to get rid of his chest congestion from the ocean voyage from Antwerp and he coughed constantly during the entire trip from New York City. The drafty train cars appeared to make him worse as she had tried to keep him warm as they traveled.
I burst through the front door of the quiet country home, shotgun in hand as a monster of a storm let loose with a waterfall effect outside. The house itself looked abandoned, all the lights were out, and a layer of grimy dust covered everything.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I was hoping you and your friends could solve that mystery.”