My Deadman Wonderland

This is my life-sentence.

(I do not own anything of the awesomely sick manga/anime Deadman Wonderland, that credit belongs to the talented writer Jinsei Kataoka and illustrator Kazuma Kondou, the only thing I own is my OC. This is not my first story, I've got hundreds under my 10 years of writing belt, but is the first I'm posting here, and I hope you like it.)

Summery: They say Lady Justice is blind, well the bitch better get some lasik surgery 'cause my ass didn't deserve to be sent to jail. Now I'm here in this nut-house called Deadman Wonderland and just trying to stay alive...Life's a real bitch...Good thing I'm beast that doesn't know when to say die.

{The year is 2023, just 10 years after the terrible disaster that sank up to 70% of Tokyo, which to be more precise, happened on April 4th, 2014 at 5:09 pm.

I stand before the court, the eleven judges giving me the feeling something big is about to happen.

"Upon careful consideration of the evidence, the police report, and testimony from the Defendant herself. Unprecedented though it may be. It's sad to say the severity of the crime outweighs the reason for such force. I fear the only recourse to this crime is...Permanent Incarceration!"

The gavel is banged and my fate is sealed, my eyes widen in both disbelief and rage...This just couldn't be happening.

"No...No...NO!"

I snap and slam my cuffed fists on the stand in front of me.

"You can't do this! It was self-defense! I had to kill him! The bastard was going to rape me! What was I supposed to do? Let him defile me, beat me, cut me, and kill me? Is that what you wanted, huh, is it?"

Court guards come to my sides and grab me by the arms before dragging me out of the room.

"You know what? If that's the only way I would've gotten justice, to let him live after doing that to me, then fuck you! Fuck all of you! I regret nothing! Do you hear me? I REGRET NOTHING!"

And just like that my whole world ended...And a new, much worse one, took its place}

That was 2 weeks ago. Welcome to 2024! The start of my new world.

My name is Lynsie, or, at least it was till I was booked for this bullshit.

[Name: Lynsie Mana]

[Age: 25]

[Prison I.D. Number: 6660]

[Gender: Female]

[Height: 5'8'']

[Weight: 142]

[Hair Color: Brunette]

[Eye Color: Green]

[Sentence: Second-degree Murder, Life Imprisonment, Available for Parole in 2040]

Nice huh?

All this just 'cause I killed a guy who was going to force himself on me, to be fair, I didn't just kill the rotten bastard.

When the cops finally arrived after someone called from hearing his blood curdling screams, they found me battered and standing over his corpse, which was completely drained of blood.

I still love the fact that no scientist could figure out how I did it and in such a short time, that little secret is staying with me to the grave, which if Warden Makina has her way, will be shallow and filled with my ashes.

She's not so bad, so long as you follow the rules you'll stay on her good side, which is good because her bad side kills, literally, my third day here I saw her stab an inmate with her sword, and what the hell is she doing with a sword in this day and age, what is she, a Zorro wannabe?

But I digress, I'm skipping the best part of the whole thing, I'm in jail, but not just any jail, I'm in the first, largest, and only privately operated prison in all of Japan, I'm a permanent resident of Deadman Wonderland, and probably the only American prisoner too.

Deadman Wonderland, on the outside, it's a crazy Disney-like theme park where normal people can come and be entertained by the prisoners now made clowns, but on the inside, DW is a much less happy place, more dark than anything else, especially if you're an inmate on Death Row.

The semi-poor schmucks who screwed up big enough to by punished on that level are outfitted with a special collar, it acts as a tracking G.P.S. for the inmate, giving away location and prisoner information to the guards, it also acts as a nasty taser to keep the assholes in line, but the worst trick it can do is why only the Death Row people have them.

Death Row inmates are constantly being injected with a slow acting poison from the collar every day, it will kill them within a span of 3 days, the only way to keep themselves alive is to eat a temporary antidote Candy.

One Candy will reset them for another Three days till they need more Candy or they just die to end it all.

Thank God I don't have one of those, Second-degree Murder isn't high enough to constitute a death-sentence so I just barely dodged that lethal bullet, still got a collar though, every prisoner does.

Another catchy tidbit around here is that nothing is free and everything has a price, to live you need Cast Points, the currency of DW, these highly coveted bucks are earned by doing labor around the jail, be that normal janitorial work or entertaining the masses, Death Row inmates need to keep at least 100,000 CPs so they can buy Candy when necessary.

Cast Points: Cast Points (often abbreviated as CP) are the currency used in Deadman Wonderland, kept in cards called Cast Cards, similar to a debit card, as the currency, CP are required for everything from food, to clothing, to Candy, unlike debit cards, Cast Cards require only a quick scan to be read, a Cast Card belongs to the standard equipment of any prisoner in Deadman Wonderland.
(1 CP = 1 ¥ = 0,0124 $ or $ 0.0124)

So far, I can't really complain about life, I've got a nice room, a decent cellmate, an okay hall cleaning detail that pays well, and a reputation that keeps the dickheads away.

Based on my crime and a comment the Warden said when I first showed up, I've been duded a Blood-luster, there are even rumors that I somehow leave my cell after lights-out and skulk the halls in search of victims, it's not true but I love it none the less, whatever it takes to keep my new world at peace is a good thing that I'm not about to argue with, hell, I embrace it, oh, if only they knew how fitting Blood-luster was...But whatever...Life is alright.

Or...At least it was.

A couple days ago I was out doing my normal cleaning duties, minding my own business like the innocent good girl I am, just trying to earn my money, when some douche-bag starts hassling me for no reason, it started off simple enough, scuffing up the floor I just washed, spilling drinks where I just mopped, you know, stupid shit that a dumb 12 year old would do, but than he upped his game and began to sexually harass me, leering at me when I scrubbed the tiles, grabbing my ass when wiping smudges off the walls, shit that would've easily earned him a swift kick to the junk if he ever stayed around afterward and not run away like an idiot.

But that ended when he crossed the line, he grabbed me and I guess planned to have his way with me in the broom closet, that was a very big no-no that he found out the hard way, his blood drained body was found later in the day up in the air vents, all signs based on evidence and records pointed to me, which leads me to right now.

~(start)~

At the moment I'm being dragged away by guards, which gives me déjà vu, to lord knows somewhere.

"Uh, hey. Can you guys tell me where I'm going?"

They ignore me, the assholes.

"I'll give you each 100 Cast Points if you just drop a hint."

They pause and I smirk, I knew that would get them.

"Pay us first." "Then we'll tell you." "A fair trade gentlemen."

I hand them 2 Cast Cards and they perform a quick scan on a vending machine to see if I'm lying.

"Well?" "We're taking you to the Promoter. He wants to speak with you." "The Promoter? What for?" "How the hell should we know? We don't ask questions. Just follow orders." "Which we'll continue to do right...Now."

They take my arms again and drag me once more, only now I'm down 200 CP and don't know why the Promoter would want to talk to me, maybe he wants to upgrade my sentence and rub it in my face, I know the Warden would do that, she can be quite vindictive when the mood hits her, the big boobed ball buster, seriously, the bitch is G size, for once my D isn't the biggest eye sore around, for that I'm grateful.

My thoughts are ended when I'm shoved into a room and the door locks automatically behind me.

"Okay...Now that's just creepy." "You think so?"

That voice, I know that voice, but it can't be...Can it?

With wide freaked out eyes I turn to the desk before me and see a familiar smiling face that I can't believe I'm seeing again, this man has a fox or weasel-like appearance, being fairly slim and skinny, he has a narrow face on which is almost always a smile, his hair is dark grey and combed backwards, although there is always one strand of hair that is standing upwards, his hair is a little longer in his neck, he always wears a grey suit with a white, formal shirt, accompanied by a blue tie, and he also wears glasses, this man...It's...My lawyer.

(To be continued.)

So ladies and gentlemen, what did you think? Was this worth posting or no? You tell me the honest truth and depending on what happens, I might post the other pages. Till then my fine fellows, I bid thee a fine read and good tidings. Thank you.