The Sky is your Prison and Your Hope:

Chapter 1: Prison is Cold

AN: Hey guys! I’m back, with the quickest update I’ve ever made! This is the first real chapter, and it should give you a feel of how long each chapter should be (although the farther I get into every series I write, each chapter gets longer)

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Simon Tam awoke abruptly, feeling cold. It was one of the first times in his life he truly shivered and felt numbness this severe; temperature regulators usually took care of unpleasant things like cold, in his world. He gradually rose from the cement floor, and immediately rubbed his aching head. Simon immediately winced at the pain, and found the sore spot. Blood was matted in his hair, and Simon could tell his hair wasn’t looking too good. His back ached; how long had he been lying on that cement? More importantly, where was he?

Simon looked around at his surroundings, and immediately recognized the place. The cold, musky air; the rusty steel walls; the high-tech laser bars that would kill you in an instant, if you tried to escape; even the floor was familiar. Yes, he was in prison. Even though his last visit was only over night, having gotten bail from his father, the hi-tech Capitol City prison. It was a cold place. High-security everywhere. He had heard tales from other children when he was a little boy about how prisoners were shipped from one edge of the ‘verse to Osiris, so they’d have no chance of escaping. He knew that this wasn’t all that true, but it scared him as a child.

Simon looked around, and noticed a guard with a devious grin on his face. The guard was large, burly, and looked to have very little intellect. There were tattoos up and down his exposed arms, and on his neck. He seemed to like Blue Sun. “You’re awake,” the guard said, “The one that I was told to put on maximum security.” The guard chuckled a hollow chuckle that echoed down the hallway of cells containing criminals who did some of the worst things huma