Between the Law
and Freedom
A T&V inc original production
at that moment their lives were shaken beyond any earthquakes damage could inflict...no this was far worse, these two fellows of sheer circumstance would've never been able to predict the path their lives were about to go down. it was routine, wake up early, eat early, work out and lounge all day, lights out at ten sharp, a rut, to easy to follow, this medium security prison was more like a teachers lounge at a school than a prison full of killers and gangsters,thieves, and thugs. this prison was more of a peaceful get away from reality, away from taxes, government ripoffs, scandals, all the things the things these inmates did to land them there, but they didn't care much, they have free room and board. but that day, it was in the air, something was definitely not routine. eight thirty sharp....the guards making their normal morning rounds down the halls back and forth hearing the normal taunts. but that one guy, a normal loud mouth, asinine, vulgar, up front inmate...quiet, dead silent, pale, jumpy...but no one suspected a thing, it was a normal prison, he was probably just sick, no one thought anything of it, deadly mistake. he got up and made his bed, not normal, he walked to the cell door, patiently awaited the matching silver steel bracelets he was so accustomed to be locked around his wrists and ankles, not normal. the only normal thing about that cell was the glittery sunlight filtering itself through the slits of the bars of the small four by four window, but no one noticed anything. he quietly filed his was down the quiet hall to the cafeteria not paying attention to the other loud inmates, normally screaming and cursing at them, spitting through the bars with foul words and saliva, but today, they were invisible to him, his concetration on the smooth concrete floor. he shuffled in the cafeteria, smug and quiet, waiting in line for his food. after thanking the cooks for his breakfast, which had them taken aback in shock at his politeness, he sat down next to two normal inmates, a big burly massive shaggy haired fellow, and a medium sized clean cut,clean shaven guy, he looked at them with a glare, which was the only normal thing he did that day, and that didnt shock the two prisoners at all. he sat down and began to eat...ate, and put his tray away and began to walk back to the guard to be taken out to the yard for his routine work out. but thats when it happened, it was in the air that day, so strong you could taste it on the tip of your tongue, something was going to happen, and it did. he walked past a prisoner, one of those prisoners who thinks its his prison, and tha inmate decides itg was time for a little action, and starts throwin a couple racial slurs around, and at that point, it was done. the prisoner faced him, and swung, the riot began. other prisoners noticed the brawl, and joined. and then...weapons begans to circulate amongst the prisoners, and one was misdirrected strait into a prison gaurds throat, he died before he hit the floor. the keys on his body were confiscated,doors were open, the two prisoners at the table were shoved through the door, acroos the yard, through the gate, and back out into the world, at that moment their lives would never be the same, their lives were about to be sent down a road of chases fights,and running...
this is....between the law and freedom.
