Security

Chapter 1

A/N: it's here kids, all my prison trauma in one book. uhm, idk if you guys know but prison accents are just chopped up words in a sentence, and we have a lot of lingo y'all don't use on the outs, so if you don't understand wtf a word is feel free to ask.
other than that, enjoy this hell.

oh, one more thing, i drew the cover art. enjoy those hands.

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"Pack your shit, Murillo."

Danny lifted his head off his pillow, eyes squinted at the light of his pulled back covers.

The CO standing above him had hands on his hips, "You're going to prison."

Danny couldn't decide whether he was glad to be out of this snitch filled jail or terrified that he was going to a <em>prison</em>.

Danny sat up and watched the CO kick the bunk of his cellie, "You, too, Leonard. Pack up."

Danny slipped on his shoes and jumpsuit, quickly moving to whatever few belongings he owned, tossing them into the provided black bag.

He was shuffled out of the housing unit and down the main corridor. His cellie following sleepily behind him and the CO behind both.

The officer opened the door to the intake and held it behind his back as the two went through.

"One." Danny muttered.

"Two." The other sneered tiredly.

Their things were set on the intake counter and they were sat on the benches along the right wall.

"Yeah, just go through their shit 'n' we'll search 'em, too." The OC said to another.

"So."

Danny glanced at the younger man next to him, "Hmm?"

"You been told what level they're shipping you off to?"

"No." Danny stated blandly.

His cellie was quite a character. Anthony Leonard, preferring to go by the shorted "Tony". Only 18 and locked up for something he had been smart enough not to run his lips about. He was smart, though. He had built computers on the outs. Now, in the system for only a month or so, he had been building tattoo machines, weapons, and creative objects for anything a prisoner could want. All of it for a price of course. Tony felt a sense of loyalty to the older man, after all he had saved him from getting his junniecakes wasted a few times.

"Leonard. C'mon, you're getting searched first." Said the officer.

"Don' get caught suitcasin' nothin'." Danny joked as the younger stood and headed off.

As soon as Danny closed his eyes for a few more winks of sleep he was jolted awake by Tony lightly kicking his shoe. The kid was still in his government provided clothing but around his ankles and wrists were shackles and around his waist was the chain his hands were bound to. Still, a smile lit up his face.

Danny stood from his place on the bench and walked over to where the CO was holding the search room's door open.

Inside, Danny kicked off his shoes, pulled off his jumpsuit, shirt, and state provided boxers. The CO shook each article of clothing before dropping it back on the ground.

Danny let out a disgusted sound as he took his socks off.

He kicked them away as they were shaken out, too.

He shook out his hair, opened his mouth, rubbed behind his ears, lifted his arms, and yes, the oh-so infamous, squat and cough.

Taking his clothes back, the first things on were his socks. God knows what kind of diseases were all over these floors.

Back in the intake, he was again shackled and sat waiting to be loaded into a state van.

Everything was still dark as Danny lifted himself into the van and into the second seat. He buckled himself in, laughing quietly as Tony failed twice to latch the seat belt, the CO finally having to do it for him.

The van started and Danny slouched and threw his head back onto the cushioned seat for another attempt at getting more sleep.

Danny watched through half lidded eyes as Tony rested his head on the seat and focused his gaze out the barred window of the van.

Danny felt bad for the kid. He really did. Tony was just a kid who had a whole life ahead of him but got locked up in jail and now was getting thrown into a prison with God knows what kind of gangsters, murderers, and rapists. Not that any prisoner Danny knew ever had respect for the latter.

Danny decided, after seeing the dash clock at three-thirty a.m., that it really was the best idea to sleep more. And with that, he shut his eyes and let the ride continue.