Caged

David Alastor that my name and it is one of the most famous names in the city of Edward.The City of Edward, which once a very business, centralizes the city, not that I remember it being that way. I mean, most of my memories are just being in Hades's center. Hades is of a kind prison where the prisoners have to act as entertainment. I am sorry, I mean they get the chance to be entertainers. As the city of Edward was utterly split into two. After, a large motor falling and almost destroyed the city entirely. It wasn't like a typical motor crash. A lot of physical damage, building, road, and hospital was damaged and even crushed. Still, the shocking thing was the fact that the space rock had a lot of harmful effects. In many different ways, the stones contaminating the water, dirt, and even air. Hades may be the only safe place to come when people came to visit Edward. There were stories about the toxic effect that led parents to kill their now children, or animals going crazy and killing their family and dying. 

Again I just know because they speak about the bloody Valentine's day every year when it happens. Which happened when the lower part of the city believed that those who lived on the other side of the city were in a better place, so they went and attacked the gate. What happened for the rest of the day was just bloodshed, and the city was closed down from everyone. There are still a few people that live in that area. They believe that they had to stay was because the government wants to take their things.  

They are a buck lot of crazy people, but it wasn't like the people of Hades were any saner than them. I thought as I watch other people taking orders from us killers. Why just why? I was one of the few people who got placed in the category of good looking. This means I got to set the job as a server, and even better for my quick hand and good memory was also was placed in front of the bar. So, I was doing my regular job giving out drinks when I turned to find a guard was looking at me. I looked around and made sure that I was right that he was looking at me. I finished making the drink and gave the customer and smile and wink, which she blushed. I felt strange that some people came to Hades for a vacation. A vacation to a place where killers, drug dealers, and human traffics work. I mean, I lived here, and even then, I don't consider myself living. I was just surviving. 

"David, you got chosen to have an interview," he said, and I nodded and went into the interview room, and I found myself facing a country boy. I have lived in prison and become a server at a pretty young age, so I learned how to read people very well. His suit was fitted, but it was personally done. It looked like he had bought a larger size suit for himself and then had someone that he cared about to have it fitted for him. The stitch work was ammeter. I just sat down and smiled at him. This was new to me when I was younger. Someone that worked for my family would sometimes visit me. He had this sad look when he ever time he saw me. He tried to help me when he found out I killed someone, but he was a long time died. So, this was the first person who came to see me, and I did not have my server them.  

"So, you asked for me," I said with a grin. He frowned at me. Wow, this guy did like grin, I thought, and I sat back on my chair. 

"So, your David," he said and gave me a look over. I did know what he wanted to see, but I just let him look at me. I was bored, so I just gave him something to look at. I laid on the plastic chair like I was in my own office and that he had come to see him. Is tried to act like I was the one that orders him to see him. To be honest, I felt strange and maybe a little ridiculous, but again I was in prison for most of. No, pretty much all my life. So, I had to find a way to get my kick of things. 

"You have been in Hades for how long," he said. 

"Nineteen years, give or take," I answered with a shrug. 

"Give or take," he said. 

"Yay, what do you think that we celebrate a birthday here or how many years we spent in here? It's a prison," I answered, and then a thought came time. 

"Look, I have questions for you,' I stated and held out my hand, and he opened his mouth. 

"Yay, I get you to come to see me, but I may not have gotten used to using manner, but when you meet someone, you introduce yourself," I said and gave him a look. 

"I am so glad that you decided to come and meet me," I said with a grin and making showing like I was going in for a handshake and just grind when the other guy just gave me a look. 

"My name is David Alaster," I said and then sat back down. 

"O.K., like I said," he started, and I just gave him a look. 

"I am noting to going to answer any of you question intel you introduce yourself," I said and just waited for him. 

"My name is Steven Ironstone," he said, and I gave him a look. 

"It's nice to meet you, Steven," I answered and had to try to stop me from laughing when the man just rolled his eyes. 

"O.K., so now that we introduced each other," he said with a rolled eyes, and I just stood up in my chair and gave him my attention. 

"I am here for a college assignment," he said, and I nodded. 

"You are the most internist person in the hello hole," he snared out. 

"So, I guessing you not a fan of Hades," I spoke out with a grin. 

"Edward is a city that is broken, people are dying out there because the water is killing or turning them crazy, and this place a medication that can help people and given to killers," he said, giving me a looked at than back up. 

"It's fine, I get," I said, but I did. This place was my home. 

"I am sorry I am getting off-topic. I need to ask you can I recode this," he said and placed a black device. I raised an eyebrow. I had never seen anything like that before.

"If it helps you with your assignment," I said and motions him to keep going on. 

"Thank you," he said and pushed something and started. 

"My name is Steven. I am a student for psychology behavior," he started and looked at me. 

"I am currently in prison, Hades," he waited, and I had to interrupt him. 

"Don't call it that they don't like if you call Hades a Prison," Steven just looked at me with a very clear what are you talking about-face. 

"Yay, business leaders and funders don't want to give money to prison, so in the books, most people just call this place. A rehabilitation center for the mental illness and addict," I said, and he just sighs. 

"So, not people that pay for this place like that their money is going to a person," he finally spoke after putting his hand on his face and sighing for a moment. 

"O.K., let's keep going. I am currently interviewing the longest resident of Hades," he said and gave me a look as to dare me to say anything. I just shrugged. I did really care much about anything. 

"David Alastor, the man that was sentenced to life for killing his parents at the age of five years old," he said, and I almost felt my eyes widen when he spoke. 

"That was your first reason for being in here," he said, and I forced me to nodded when he looked at me. 

"So, I looked over your file. You were one of the few first people to be placed in Hades when they opened it," he asked me, and I nodded. 

"Yes, I was," I answered. 

"What is the biggest changed that you see happen to Hades since you came here," he said, and I thought about for a moment. 

"It uses to be a treatment center," I gave him a look, and he just stared at me. 

"This place was a treatment center," he just sighed. 

"Yay," I said with a grin. 

"So, why you placed here. I mean that I make sense. I was wonder why they placed a four-year-old into jail," he gave me a look. 

"Wait, I was four when I came here that wild," I whispered to myself. 

"Why did you say it that way," Steven spoke up. 

"I have been here most of my life. It's kind of hard to know when you started to remember that at one point that I was not here, and that is just a crazy thought," I said and looked up to him, just looking at me and giving me a strange look. 

"So, now if you will speak about memory, what do you remember of that night," Steven spoke, leaning forward, giving me a look. 

"I know you were four, but that must have some memory," he kept asking when I had not answered. I thought about it and was really tired to think back to that night. 

"I have no memory of that night," I finally spoke after a moment of silence. 

"Nothing, anything, not even emotion," he said, giving me a strange look. 

"I was scared," I finally answered, and it was true. I think about them, and all I can remember the rain, and then a loud sound, and I screamed when the cops showed up and being in pain. 

"The strangest thing that nobody gets is that I am still afraid of the sound of a gun," I said, and I could feel tears coming from my face. 

"What do you mean you afraid of a gunshot," Steven said, looking at me like I was crazy. 

"Yay, at first they thought I was faking, but it still I can't even see a gun without having a panic attack for such a long time. My reaction to real," I said and laughed a bit. 

"I guess the gun made too much noise, and the cops beat me up must have scarred me. I mean, I killed my cellmate with my shirt, and it took an intel morning for them to find him," I said and played back. 

"Yes, I head, and that was the first time you were sent to isolation," Steven answered, and he looked at his notes. 

"Why did you kill him," he asked. 

"At first, everyone left me alone the like I said as first this placed was a treatment center," I looked at the snort. 

"But when the changed, I was placed in a cell with a cellmate to save money, and well, my cellmate was a child predator," I stopped when and looked up he was clenching his jews. 

"He touched me, and because everyone had told me that I was a heartless monster, I left my rage take over, and I killed him," I said and a smile when I remembered just how easy it was to get him to think that I was weak as I raged to poison him and then chocked him out. 

"Thank you for this conversion," he said and pushed something and got up. 

"Well, it is nice to meet you," I said, getting up. 

"Feel free to visit me. I don't have anyone check up on me, so a visit from the outside would be nice," I said, and I got up as the guard came in to take me away. 

He's been in jail for nineteen years. If he was in prison, wrongful someone most has known, I thought. I looked over the case. David Alastor, a big part of me, wanted to hate that guy. He has this huge ego that he gave me a look at and didn't just sit right in a chair, even in jail. But still, the way he spoke about the night he killed his parents just didn't feel right. I decided to look fresh look at the case pretend that I didn't know about the case, and when I did, I felt mine hear just break. 

The gun at the scene, there was no way that a four-year-old could have shot that gun and killed both his parents, but the most damning evidence was his confusion. The four-year-old looked so scared sitting facing copes, and in the last three minutes of the video, he asked the cops where his mother and father were. He didn't know what they were asking him. Then why the heck was he still in jail? His family was rich people. They could get him some defiance. 

That when I learned thing because David was in jail, all his parents' money came into Hades. His own money paid for the building of his prison. I had to see him. I had to know if he knows. I came the next day and looked at him as he gave me a strange look. 

"So, you wanted to see me again," he said as he set back. 

"Yes," I said and took what I had found about the case. 

"What is does any of this mean," David looked at everything. 

"That you not guilty that you should be here," I said, and he looked at me. 

"The gun that killed you, parents, there is no way you killed them," I just looked at me. 

"Look, it doesn't matter," David finally answered and gave me a look. 

"It does," I answered. 

"I have been here for nineteen years. If this could change anything, it would have been brought up," he shrugged and sat back down. 

"The second thing is I might have not killed someone before I got out of jail, but I have here," he answered and then took the paper that showed where his family money went. 

"And secondly, if I get out, how many people are going to believe that a person that was in jail for nineteen years was anything but guilty," he and answered and laughed and my shocked look.