[ IP ] Air Fortress

*this is not edited please ignore typos. 
 
 Enra Prison was my favorite place. No one knew the halls better than I did. I can still remember sitting on my father's lap when they were redesigning the West Entranceway. I may have been my father's only child and little girl, but this prison was his baby. My entire childhood had been spent in these prison walls after a failed kidnapping when I was four. I was saved, but I lost my mother, my last memory of her is covered in blood. 
 
 Father had hired a tutor for me and kept me by his side as he ran the prison. Every morning he would walk me to a small room where I would spend my day learning to read and write. The guards were my friends, and the prison workers my playmates. 
 
 I was ten when the prisoners had themselves a little riot with 3 conspiring an escape in the chaos. It was n't the prisoner's first riot, but it was their most bloody. 
 
 According to the offical reports I got my hands on years later this is what transpired. 
 
 Three prisoners had planned to'bust out' and use the dilapidated helipods to escape. Jane Cor, Eli Pret, and James Fume had been imprisoned for treason, anarchy, and a few counts of arson. They had managed to get sympathy from a junior guard who snuck in explosives and blueprints of the prison. 
 
 The plan was to set the explosives on the West Entranceway and escape on the helipods to freedom. Truly a flawless plan, except that the blue prints were outdated, the helipods were moved to the southernmost part of the prison, and the riot became a massacre. 
 
 That day over 100 people died, some from the fire the explosives caused, some from gunfire. I was told that my father had been killed in explosion. 
 
 I never questioned the reports. Never wondered how I had managed to escape to safety when hell was breaking loose in my'home'. 
 
 But today I do. 
 
 My sentence was handed down to me yesterday. Life in prison without the possibility of parole to be served at Enra Prison. My crimes are listed as'crimes against the state with intent to cause civil unrest.' After 2 decades I was returning home. 
 
 As my transport is pulling up to the prison and we unload I see a guard come up to me his boots crunching the gravel underneath. `` Prisoner 1826'', he shouts `` what's your name? I do n't like that smile on your fucking face. Do you know what's in store for you little girl?'' 
 
 `` My name is Julie, Julie Enra, and I know exactly what's in store for me.'' He must have still not liked my face, because after his fist connected with it all I saw was black. 
 
 
 
 
 
 **If someone reads this I'll clean it up, if not eh
