[ WP ] Major prison sentences have become a choice between two pills . One just kills you . The other , well no one knows what that one does ...

There was a cry, young, wet, almost broken. 
 
 Charles Allen Johnson had chosen the *second pill. * 
 
 `` First to the grave, second to the slave!'' 
 
 No one knew what it meant, or how the saying came to be. But it meant something far older than the hallways of Pixie Island Penitentiary. 
 
 Some people called it Red Pill, Blue Pill. It was a Matrix joke. Old, but good enough for the soulless, sucking days they were locked in this world. 
 
 Everyone talked about the *blue pill* eagerly. They would take it and see what it meant. 
 
 But the moment they were given the Talk, they always chose the first. They were given a last meal, allowed to Vid their family, and pass away like a good man. They got a burial. They had their names written in the hall of bad choices, but at least they were now free. 
 
 But the second pill? 
 
 Chuck talked about it a lot. `` What happens? What does it do? Maybe it does nothing and we get to be free.'' 
 
 He was obsessed with seeing his daughter again. Sammy had chosen to strip him of even the title father. She had the right to Banish him from all official forms. As far back as her birth certificate, another family member agreeing to step is as'honorary paternal figure.' 
 
'Father Unknown, Godfather: James Erickson.' 
 
 When Chuck got that letter he broke. That was the reason behind his choice. 
 
 But the rest of the inmates were n't so certain he made the right one. 
 
 All they knew was Chuck never got wheeled out. A woman with bright purple hair walked through the double doors and carried out a red face, pig child. It was large, terribly shaped, and screaming murder. 
 
 Then they were led out of their cells, to the tip of Pixie Point. There Purple said to them, `` This is what the selfish choice does. This is what the selfish soul becomes.'' 
 
 She set the *pig-child* down and lifted a small, silver hammer. They were instructed not to move, to stay silent. No one must run. No one must make even the slightest gesture of war. 
 
 She brought the hammer down on his head, twice, thrice, and then she stepped into a small circle, ringed in chain. 
 
 They heard the first scratchings. Then out of the woods came a deformed humanoid, hair ripped from its body so the scabs and innards showed. 
 
 It tore across the clearing, its voice raspy. It took the silent child, perhaps still alive, and devoured it hole. 
 
 Then it went back into the woods. 
 
 `` Back to your cells,'' Purple said. 
 
 No one picked the second pill.
