19 The Alternate's First Takeover

"Hey Kid, Are you alright?" the guard outside who was waiting for me asked.

I didn't notice that I have fallen asleep inside the room that man in my dreams really does know how to destroy my day. What my father stated before he left gave me hope that with each challenge I would face inside of this prison, with my undying will, I can face everything head-on.

The officer brought me back to my cell, and there I remembered what the man in my dreams who looks exactly like me told me. After the encounter I had with him, everything started to get ugly. It scared me that what he said could be true, that he will take my body by force if he wanted to.

But surely, I won't let anything like that happen to me. Whether it's true or not, I own this body, and no one will be able to take control of it except for me and only me.

I slept for the remaining hours because tomorrow will be my duty on cleaning the restrooms inside the prison. Somehow I have managed to survive in this place for about a week, but I dont know how long it will last that I can avoid getting conflicts with other inmates.

I have thought about ways how to survive inside this living hell for the remaining years because I need to be careful about the decisions I would make to hopefully live peacefully here. I am no God or a celestial being to stop what might happen on the decisions I would make.

From the very start, I never really had the choice of how I can make things right. Everything feels like that it was all planned from the very start. What have I done really? Was I not good enough to have a peaceful life?

Honestly, I dont believe in faith anymore. Why do I need to suffer when I dont remember anything that could possibly be the reason for all this mischief I'm facing.

I slowly fell asleep as I kept on questioning and thinking of the reason why everything is happening to me. The one thing that I had in mind before going to sleep was the thought of her.

(Wherever you are, I just want you to know that I was able to cope up with everything because of your support. I dont know if your an imagination created by my mind or something much better. Either way, If you are real then I hope that someday we could meet with each other)

The alarm for the morning assembly of every prisoner rang then we head to the grounds for the exercise. We were trained very strictly like soldiers preparing for battle, and that explains why my fellow inmates have a huge body filled with muscles.

During the exercise, I am having troubles with my mind, like there is something that wants to burst out. Somehow, I was able to relieve myself before bad things happen. The assembly ended, so it is time to head to the cafeteria for breakfast.

And believe me, the food here is worse than Augustine's cooking. No offense, but every meal tastes like nothing. Sometimes I just want to barge inside of the kitchen then be the head chef or something. The food can somehow be the reason for the grumpiness of everyone here.

Since certain studies state that the food you eat can give you control over your emotions. Which gave me the idea to ask for the permission of the warden to be one of the staff. The staff in the kitchen because maybe I could increase my survival rate because of the food.

After eating at the cafeteria, it is time for my shift to clean the comfort rooms of the whole prison. So I headed towards my first comfort room and started to clean all the cubicles one by one. After cleaning the comfort room, next is the shower room.

It took me about an hour to finish just one restroom, and I still need to clean about four or five more. Well, cleaning these places is the most convenient way to raise my survival rate since there are mostly none of the inmates who use the restroom. So this place is like a safe zone for me, away from danger.

Three hours after, I finished cleaning the fourth restroom, which leaves me in the last room, which is on the far side of the east wing. However, that part of the prison is the most dangerous since the most notorious offenders of the law are in there.

Although it is heavily guarded, knowing that the worst of the convicts in just one place is like every second would be living on a battlefield. I also was convicted of a major crime but the only difference is that I surrendered eventhough there is not enough evidence to prove I am guilty.

The feeling that you will have while entering the hallways of the east wing is like a worm stuck in the ground waiting for a bird to fetch you. I can defend myself against them, but it is better to leave them alone rather than be involved in nonsense fights.

"Hey, Newbie. Come here fella, let's talk," I didn't notice who it was, but that person kept on trying to catch my attention.

I just ignored him and speedily walked towards the restroom. As I reach the restroom, and suddenly, I had a hard time breathing. My body felt like it was burning up, and it left me with no choice but to enter one of the cubicles since things like this dont normally happen to me.

The pain that I am currently feeling was severe that I shouted so loud, but luckily no one heard my scream.

"Hey, Newbie. Why did you run from me? I just wanted to talk, but you ignored me. And I dont like being ignored, Newbie," Someone called me, I think, but I dont know who was talking.

"Oh, dont you dare ignore me again, Newbie. Come here, or I'll go there and force you to come out," the guy added.

I dont if I should be scared or what, but even if I wanted to come out, I can't move my body. The guy started to slam every door of the cubicle in which had put a lot of pressure on my head.

As the sound of the doors slamming gets near, I suddenly felt sleepy. And it turned out that the guy who threatened me in my dreams took control of my body.

(I wasn't able to protect my own body, but because of this, I can now see what this man who brags about protecting me has to offer)

'It feels so good to be out, isn't it, Xavier.'

(Dont you dare cause trouble using my own body)

'Relax, Xavier. I'm just going to show you how naive you are for believing that everyone has their good side on them.'

'Let's make this guy whose been calling out your name to shut up for starters.'

He left the cubicle, and the guy who was looking for me was pissed because I didn't show myself on his first call. The guy started to threaten me that he will make me suffer.

'You scared of this guy, Xavier? This guy has some serious inferiority complex, and you just let him look down on you. This one of the many reasons why you are suffering inside this filthy place because you are too kind.'

(Please dont make everything worse for me. I dont want to be involved in anything because it might help with my survival here)

'There are times that you need to have the upper hand, Xavier. And to do that, you must show them that you are not just a kid who they can boss around. You need to gain the leadership inside here, so for now, this guy could be of use to our current troubles."

(What I think you are about to do, just dont do it)

'You talk so much, Xavier. And that's the whole difference between the two of us. You created me out of anger and hatred, and this time it is our time to show them what it's like to suffer what a true hell really is.'

(Well, let's see how you handle things. Also, thanks for not making me unable to see what you are going to do)

'Well, of course not. You created me to help you not to take what is rightfully yours. I know that you have been so done with all these things happening around you, so having someone that you can rely on is something that you wanted."

Gladly, this man who is in the current control of my body doesn't want to erase my existence but rather help me cope up with all the problems I had to face. Maybe having him control my body really isn't a bad idea after all.

"Hey Bastard, I believe that I have told you multiple times to get out of there. Dont you know who I am, who are you to defy my orders?" the guy who was looking for me stated.

'Well, Xavier, its showtime.'