Damian's nose was partially off lined after he had been forcefully thrown into the Warden's office. Out came snot and a stream of blood. He somehow pulled himself off the ground which was tiled with black and white checkers. This was just to see a room painted with, well more black and yellow stripes, and a room that would look like a principal's office at any high school. 

"Oh dear boy, you might need a tissue." A man with glasses, black hair, grey-blue eyes, (much like his own) and a gentle smile offered him a Kleenex.

"Thanks." Damian blew his nose and kept the tissue on it.

"I bet you're wondering why you're here, Damian."

"Waaet, haw deed you knaw may naaaame?" (Translates into 'wait how did you know my name?') Damian asked with a damaged nose. He was sure this situation would of amused his friends back home, as he couldn't talk normally at the moment.

"You told Lulu Luner and her husband before you committed that crime." Damian didn't really remember what he did. Something must of come over him like usual.

"Huuuh? Don't remeemberr tha cramii..." (translates into, huuuuh, don't remember the crime)

"You don't? We'll see about that later. That isn't what I called you in for though."

"Realli?" Damian asked dumbfound.

"Yes. Anyways, you're here so I can tell you something."

"Whatt?" Damian asked embarrassed about his ridiculously incomprehensible and nasally voice. He took another tissue, trying his best to fix the problem. This was futile at best, because his nose was clearly broken and needed re-adjusted and bandaged up.

"You're a lost boy, aren't you?" Damian hadn't a clue what that was. It may had  been something to do with what Lulu Luner was saying.

"Wass tat?" Damian asked again in his broken nose dribble.

"Sit down son. I'm about to tell you something I only tell people from the other world." This guy must of been off his rocker, but he might be able to tell me something, Damian thought.

The warden motioned towards one of the seats in front of his desk.

"Okay." Damian sat down on a chair with two arm rests, and, you guessed it, a yellow and black striped cushion.

"I, myself am a lost boy.  Lost boys are men who get sucked into this realm and don't have any family. They tend to lament on the past and what they left behind without even getting to say goodbye. I came here much the same way you did. I lived eighteen years on the planet earth, and somehow fell into a wormhole to this realm. I had a wife, and a baby on the way. It was so hard when I found I had no way out of this reality, and couldn't go back home. I'm sure she thought I ran away from my responsibilities. I felt guilty about that. I trusted my wife though, and think she got on fine with her family and all. It is a mystery why so many people, mostly boys in their teenage and early adult years, land in this dimension. It may be a rip in the space time continuum, something I've been searching all my life for. Damian, you're just one of many dealt a bad hand. This is an opportunity for you though. You were caught by MY cops, that send people to MY prison. Anyhow, you are to fulfill missions I give you instead of being here at the prison. There is a certain time limit for these tasks, and if you don't finish them on time, you'll face the consequences."

Consequences?! What could those possibly be?! Damian thought worried. This whole story was a little too much for a fifteen year old boy to take in.

"Gooo un." Damian nodded for the Warden to continue.

"That is all, I just wanted you to know you're now my personal task filler. Any questions about anything?"

"Whi the yellu and bak stipes everywha?" (Why the yellow and black stripes everywhere?) Damian noticed the pattern with the whole prison.

"I'm surprised you caught on to that. It is symbolic of the hornet. A hornet deals a deadly sting and comes out alive, meaning even if you get put in this prison for even murder, you'll make it out one day, alive. That's my hope, anyways. Any other questions?" The warden studied Damian.

"Woot were tha consequencees?" (What were the consequences?) UGH I HATE THIS NASAL PROBLEM! Damian thought.

"I wasn't going to disclose that to you. You don't want to find out." The warden smirked as if he was about to laugh a very wicked laugh. Damian sensed an air of murderous intent and decided he was done with the questions. He was surprised to see someone else who was seemed so calm and collected could just switch like that. The warden was somewhat like Damian, himself. mirror.

"Thank yu." (thankyou)

"You may leave now. Guards!"

The fat and short guard from early who shoved Damian and broke his nose came in. Damian wanted to break his nose, but decided he was clearly at the disadvantage being in a prison and all.

"Take this boy to the infirmary, and don't injure the inmates anymore, you hear? I don't want you racking too large of a bill past what is usual here."

The guard took Damian out of the Warden's office. Away from all that tension in the air.

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So, somehow I ended up with 900 words. That ended up being way more than I thought I could write. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated! Please check out my other stories, and possibly add this one to your library?

Thanks!

D.C.B