<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Deep in the Maximum Security Wing just across from the female prisoner with black hair was one of the newest prisoners that was just put in a cell about a day ago. He was sitting on the old mattress that was given to each cell mate along with a sink, a toilet and a few other things, but it was nothing to brag about. His back was to the wall and he was staring off into space looking at nothing but the bars of his cell as he tried to rethink everything that happened. His trial, how he was convicted and sentenced to this god forsaken place. That alone wasn't anything compared to what would happen three years from now. The judge plainly said without hesitation or care that he would be sentenced to prison for only three years, then executed for his crimes. His crimes? Really what did he do that was so wrong? Alright so he killed a lot of people, it was doing society a favor! He didn't deserve to be in a place like this. Not with all these rapists and robbers not to mention murderers. Of course not like he could talk, but still, his intentions were good compared to the crimes the other prisoners committed. <br/>
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So he was taken to the Maximum Security wing huh? Well its not a surprise that they would take caution. None of them knew how he got here in the first place. Every record on him was blank. The only thing his files showed was he was a mass murderer, his finger prints which were taken at the police station, his looks, weight and height, but background, his history, was all terminated, either kept secret or just didn't exist. That was the least of his worries, the thing he hated about this mainly was the cuffs he had to wear on his wrists and ankles whenever he wanted to be let out of the cell. The only time he could have them off was when the prisoners would eat or take a bath, that was about it. Not to mention the bright orange jumpsuits with its own personal code number on the front, which made it even more difficult if someone was to escape from prison.<br/>
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The male sighed and laid back on the mattress with his arms behind his head just staring up at the ceiling. His boredom was beyond killing him, he had always something to do, now he had nothing but to just wait and wait and wait!! Wait for his execution, wait for it all to end, wait to die..No! this was too soon to give up now! He was Light Yagami damn it! Giving up was not an option, not even in a cell. They could take away his freedom, send him to prison, but they could not stop him! It was time to advise an escape plan but he couldn't do it alone, though he would want to this had to be done together. But who could he trust? No one that is the answer, still if they are as desperate to get out as well then there was hope of getting out. How ironic, being called a criminal and sent to prison, he was now in the exact same situation of the people he's been killing for the past five years. And if he should ever get out, oh they'll pay, they all will pay dearly! Everyone, that includes the ones who sent him here, the judge, and the people that voted him guilty!! All of them will die for messing with him..This act of theirs is absolutely unforgivable and it wont be forgiven.<br/>
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Light looked to the side at the sound of foot steps, it was one of the guards. All he did was narrow his eyes and look back up at the ceiling. Sure, it might be the guy's job to keep him and everyone else locked up like animals in a cage, but that doesn't mean Light wouldn't do anything and everything to get out of this place, even if it meant killing the innocent. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He only has three years to think of a plan, now was the time to act on it, but where should he start? Communicating with the other prisoners? Would that be a safe thing to do? Well there wasn't really any other choice, come time for the prisoners to eat was when he would try to get followers. </span><br/><br/>(Sorry for the delay midnight)