Framed

Prologue

It had been two years. Two years since Daniel Wycoff's life was stripped from him. Two years since he had been blamed for the murder his own parents at the tender age of 17. He had a lot going for himself. He had his life ahead of him. The key word being had since that was no longer his life. Now 19, He resided in the solitary confinement since his sentencing but that was all about to change. As the door opened into his cell Daniel pushed his glasses back up and closed his book, it wasn't every day he got a visitor.

    "Daniel Wycoff, you are to be moved to into the prison population and out of solitary confinement. Pack your things and prepared to move in the next hour" the guard stated stiffly before leaving and locking the cell behind him.

    The move actually didn't surprise him as he got up to pack since he had noticed more individuals coming into solitary confinement and knew they had to make room sometime. All that he really had to pack was his clothes and books since he didn't have much to begin with. Soon enough Daniel was being escorted to a housing unit. He knew there was eyes on him as he followed the guards. It may have been a few years since his case but it had been a high profile one. It wasn't long before he arrived at a empty cell and was locked in as a precaution. Daniel had been hoping for a cellmate but figured the guards wanted to make sure he wasn't violent. He sighed as he began unpacking his things by pulling out his books, most of which he had been lucky enough to get from the prison library.

    "Who would've thought a murderer would also be a poindexter" he heard a prisoner scoff as they passed by his cell, presumably on his way to his own cell since it was almost time for the prison count there at Ravenwood Institution.

    Daniel only hoped it wouldn't take too long because he wanted to see what the communal meals were like at the Institution due to being in isolation after so long. It would probably be nice to interact with others after two years in solitary confinement with only books keeping him sane. It wasn't really the books that kept him going rather the knowledge that grew his mind. He was intelligent while in school and that hadn't changed in the slightest, he had only gotten smarter. Eventually Daniel had gotten his cell set up after deciding he would use all the of space to his advantage until he possibly got a cellmate. His books are what took of most of the space in the cell but he didn't mind in the slightest.

He hadn't even noticed the prison count had ended while he was setting up the cell until he looked up and saw prisoners filing out of the housing unit and presumably towards the food hall. Daniel tried to blend in to the best of his ability as he followed some prisoners to get himself some dinner. As he entered the food hall he got a good perspective at just how many prisoners were in the institute as well of specific groups within its population. He could tell exactly what prisoners were in gangs and what gangs they were probably in but there were also individuals that probably had no gang affiliation whatsoever.

Daniel felt like he was in high school again as he tried to decide where to sit after getting his tray of prison food. He really didn't want to end up sitting in the wrong area but luckily someone who was sitting alone started waving him over. The person waving him over was small in build and had some slight bruising on their body. They had blue eyes and brown hair as well as looked really young. Daniel decided to take the risk and sit with this person as they didn't look like they could do much harm.

"You look like you're new here, I'm Dylan but a lot of people just call me Catcher" they stated with a small smile.

Daniel nodded before he replied "Daniel, but someone called me Poindexter earlier". He had heard some prison nicknames in solitary confinement so he guessed that most inmates just used nicknames.

Dylan's jaw dropped slightly before he quickly swallowed his food "You're not the murderer everyone is talking about that just got out of the hole are you?" he asked a bit scared.

He didn't mean to but he scoffed "Don't you mean solitary confinement? And yes they just moved me out of there" he stated before adding "but I'm not a murderer".

"The-Then why are you here if you're innocent especially when you're serving life imprisonment?" Dylan replied.

Suddenly Daniel had lost his appetite as he got up to leave but not before replying "I was framed, simple as that".

It had been a while since Daniel had thought of his parents and that day he found them dead in their home.

He was so excited to get home and tell his parent of how he had been accepted into a prestigious college.

"Mother! Father! I have some great-" Daniel didn't even get to finish his statement as he walked into the blood stained living room.

They both had been shot. His mother had been shot twice, once through her hand and once in the head. Then his father had multiple shot wounds though his body as if he had struggled with with the assassin. He hadn't even noticed that he had dropped his knees into the blood and started to cry. There was a handgun in the blood pool in front of him, similar to the one that he took shooting classes with on the weekend. Soon enough the cops were inside the home arresting him and giving him his miranda right. "Daniel Wycoff, you are hereby under arrest for the theft of a handgun from the shooting range and the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Wycoff. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.

You have the right to an attorney and if you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided for you."