2026-11-10 02:14:26The transport vehicle came to a stop, Luke raised his head.
For the past four hours, he has been sitting inside a cramped compartment with six other prisoners. His hands were cuffed, his ankles chained, and a thick metal barrier separated them from the armed guards. Nobody had the strength to speak much during the journey, as each carried his own burden with him. But now, something had changed, he could hear the heavy rumbling of machinery outside, a moment later, the rear doors opened. "Everybody out!" A guard stepped inside, holding a rifle. Luke stood with the others and stepped down, the first thing he noticed was the wall, It was enormous. Thick concrete stretched across the landscape, rising so high that he had to tilt his head to see the watchtowers above it. Electric fences ran along the upper sections, while armed guards watched from behind reinforced windows. There were no ordinary prison buildings in sight, only concrete, steel, surveillance equipment, and a massive black gate. A sign was fixed above the entrance. BLACKGATE PENITENTIARY. Below it, another inscription had been carved into the stone. THE WORLD FORGETS. BLACKGATE REMEMBERS. Luke studied the entrance, he has seen military installations, high-security compounds, and heavily guarded detention facilities during his service. But this place, it was different. It looked less like a prison and more like a fortress built to contain something dangerous. "Move!" A guard struck the back of a prisoner's leg with his baton. Luke stepped forward, they were marched through the entrance, and the heavy gate closed behind them. The sound echoed through the compound. For the first time since his conviction, Luke understood something clearly, there was no going back. --- The registration process took nearly two hours. They collected his clothes, personal belongings, wristwatch, and wedding ring. Luke stared briefly at the ring before placing it on the metal tray. "Anything else?" the officer asked. "No." "Name?" "Luke Callas." "Age?" "Thirty-five." "Former occupation?" "Military officer. Private security executive." The officer looked up. "Military?" "Yes." He typed something into the computer. "Decorated?" Luke remained silent. The officer glanced at him again. "Interesting." He printed a document and pushed it across the table. "You're being assigned to the second layer." "What's the first?" The officer gave a dry laugh. "Somewhere you don't want to be." Luke studied him. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means you should learn to mind your business." The officer pressed a button. Two guards entered. "Take him for examination." --- The medical examination was brief. A doctor checked his blood pressure, examined his eyes, inspected his teeth, and ran a scanner across his body. Luke noticed something unusual when another prisoner entered the room. The man was enormous. His shoulders nearly filled the doorway, and his arms were covered in thick, dark hair. There were several deep scars across his chest. The doctor barely looked at him. "Name?" "Garrett." "Species?" "Werewolf." The doctor continued typing. Luke turned his head slightly. Werewolf? He was visibly shocked, his emotions began building up speedily, but he quickly controlled his expression. He had no intention of letting strangers see how unsettled he was. He has heard stories about supernatural criminal organizations during his military years. Most were dismissed as rumours, exaggerations, or deliberate attempts to frighten ordinary people. But the man standing a few feet away didn't look ordinary. His eyes briefly met Luke's. They were yellow, not the yellow of someone with unusual eye colour, they looked almost animalistic. "Human?" the doctor asked, noticing Luke's attention. Luke looked away. "Yes." The doctor returned to his screen. "Then keep your distance from the other species. It might save your life." Before Luke could ask another question, the guards escorted him out. --- His prison uniform was a plain grey jumpsuit. A black identification number was printed across the chest. BG-20481. One of the guards handed him a thin mattress and a small bag containing basic toiletries. "Listen carefully, Luke Callas." The guard was a middle-aged man with a thick neck and a scar running down his cheek. "Blackgate has five layers. The first layer holds the most dangerous prisoners. The second holds those who are almost as bad. The third, fourth, and fifth contain the rest." "What's the difference between them?" "Threat level. Influence. Criminal history. Sometimes, the administration simply wants someone moved." Luke frowned. "Moved?" The guard ignored the question. "Your assigned cell is in the second layer. Stay away from restricted areas. Don't interfere with other prisoners' business. Don't join fights unless you want to spend the rest of your sentence in the medical ward." He paused. "And don't mistake the prison rules for the real rules." Luke looked at him. "Care to explain?" The guard leaned closer. "Inside these walls, strength matters, money matters, connections matter. If you have none of those things, you better learn to keep your head down." "I understand." "Good." The guard turned. "Move." --- The second layer was unlike anything Luke had imagined. It was a massive compound divided into several blocks. There were cell buildings, open courtyards, dining halls, training areas, and fenced-off sections where prisoners could conduct approved activities. But the atmosphere was what caught his attention. Nobody seemed afraid of the guards. Some prisoners played cards, others exercised, a few sat around tables, exchanging small packages while armed officers watched from elevated platforms. There were humans, and there were others. A pale man with unusually sharp teeth leaned against a wall, speaking to two men whose eyes were completely black. Nearby, a group of enormous prisoners occupied an entire section of the courtyard. Luke recognized the yellow-eyed man from the medical room. Garrett. He was standing with several other werewolves, a human prisoner walked past them carrying a tray of food, one of the werewolves stretched out his leg. The human stumbled, his food scattered across the ground, laughter followed. "Watch where you're going, little man." The human clenched his jaw. "Move your damn leg." The laughter stopped. Garrett slowly turned. "What did you say?" "You heard me." The human picked up his tray. Garrett stepped forward. He was at least a head taller than the other man. "You think you can speak to me like that?" The human swallowed but refused to lower his eyes. "I don't care who you are." Garrett smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. "Maybe perhaps you need a reminder." His hand moved. Luke barely saw it. The human was lifted off the ground and thrown several feet away, his body crashed against a metal table, sending it tumbling across the courtyard. A collective cheer erupted. The human tried to stand, Garrett crossed the distance and kicked him in the stomach, the man fell again, this time, blood spilled from his mouth. "Enough!" a guard shouted from the walkway. Garrett glanced at him. "Relax man, he's still breathing." The guard looked at the injured prisoner. "Take him to the medical unit." Two officers approached, dragged the unconscious man away, and returned to their positions. That was it, no investigation, no punishment, nothing. Luke stared at the scene. He has witnessed brutal fights during his military career, but this was different, the human had not stood a chance. Garrett turned his head, their eyes met. "Find something interesting, human?" Luke remained still. "No." "Then stop staring." Garrett eyes turned serious. Luke looked away and continued walking, he wasn't afraid to look at the beast, he was simply unwilling to start a fight he couldn't win. That distinction could keep him alive. 
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