Third person POV:

(Y/n) groaned and rubbed her head, sitting up. She was in a cell by herself, wearing an orange jumpsuit. The cell to her right had three, buff men. They were glaring at her and cracking their knuckles. The cell to her left had even more buff looking men, also glaring at her. (Y/n) sighed and ran a hand through her hair, which was now fading back to it's regular color.

"Sh*t." She cursed. (Y/n) stood up and dusted off her jumpsuit before walking towards the left side of the cell.

"Hey you! Tell me how long I was out!" (Y/n) said, pointing to one of the men.

"Why should I listen to a kid like you? You're just a baby. You'll be killed in here for sure." The man stated. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and grabbed the man's fingers through the bar. Her eyes flashed red as she bent them backwards. Tears formed in the man's eyes as he began screaming and pleading.

"Tell me what I want to know and I'll let go." (Y/n) stated. The man continued yelling, not hearing her statement. (Y/n) sighed and broke his fingers before letting go. The man held his fingers gently. "Do I need to come in there and break all of your fingers or will someone answer my question?"

"You were out for three hours." Someone in the cell said, trying not to show his fear.

"Thanks. Was that so hard?" (Y/n) asked and backed away from the cell bars. One of the guards walked over and took the man with the broken fingers out of the cell.

"Go get yourself fixed up. I can't stand your whining." The guard stated. The man ran down the hallway. The guard turned to (Y/n)'s cell and walked over. (Y/n) walked closer to the bars and the guard grabbed the front of her jumpsuit, picking her up off her feet. "Cause anymore trouble and you'll get hurt. Stop it." The guard ordered. (Y/n) smirked.

"Oh? But this was so much fun!" (Y/n) teased. The guard dropped her and walked back to his post.

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After an hour of terrorising the men in the cells next to hers, a police officer brought two other teens in. They both were wearing orange jumpsuits, glasses and had blonde hair. The one on the left had blue eyes and a cowlick and the one on the left had violet eyes and a weird curl. The blue eye teen's jumpsuit had the number 11201, and the violet eyed teen had the number 11202. The guard opened (Y/n)'s cell door and the two teens were pushed inside.

"Good luck with this crazy chick. Try your best to survive." The police officer said before walking away. The guard closed the cell door and locked it before walking back to his post. (Y/n) looked up and grinned at the two boys.

"Nice of you two to join me~" (Y/n) cooed playfully. The teens turned around and looked down at (Y/n).

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here dude?"

"I could ask the same thing. Alfred. Mathew." (Y/n) stated coldly, her playful persona disappearing.

"I was blamed for beating up a bunch of jocks at our school and almost killing them." Alfred stated.

"I was blamed for the murder of one of the girls in our class." Mathew said.

"They think I killed my adoptive father. Said my story didn't add up and that I'm not safe to be around." (Y/n) stated before standing up.

"You seem really different (Y/n). Are you ok dude?" Alfred asked.

"Jail changes a person. I promised myself I'd never go back to jail." (Y/n) stated before laughing. "It's good to be back! I can't wait to terrorise the other criminals!"

"Terrorise? Like, hurt them?" Mathew asked.

"Ehhh... Somewhat. Just earn a rep. That way people don't mess with me." (Y/n) said, shrugging. She walked to the right side of the cell and sat back down. The men in the cell next to her all moved away from her in fear, causing (Y/n) to smirk. "Now shut the f**k up and don't talk to me."

"What? Why not dude? Were friends! And you've been avoiding us since we had that fight!" Alfred exclaimed.

"That's the f**king point idiot." (Y/n) stated.

"I don't see why you're so upset! He wasn't your father so it shouldn't matter that he's dead! You should be happy that it's all over!" Mathew sighed and put a hand on Alfred's shoulder.

"You also need to see it from her point of view Alfred. This man raised her as long as she can remember. The only family she really has left." Mathew said. Alfred went silent, looking at the ground.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore. He's f**king dead and I'm moving on. So stop bringing it up!"

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Another hour passed and a loud buzzing echoed through the many hallways. The cell doors opened and everyone began heading towards the cafeteria. (Y/n) stood up and looked over at the blondes.

"Get the f**k up and stop f**king moping around." (Y/n) ordered. The two looked up. "We're still f**king friends so chill the f**k out." Alfred gasped, stars forming in his eyes.

"THANK YOU!!!!" He yelled. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and grabbed Mathew's hand, dragging the two of them out of the cell and into the crowd.

Once they got to the cafeteria, (Y/n) was shoved into a wall by one of the many buff men.

"Out of the way b**ch." He stated. (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him before grabbing him arm. "Hey! Let the f**k go!" The man yelled, catching some attention.

"You need to lean some f**king manors. You can't just swear at a girl like that." (Y/n) stated before flipping the man over and stepping on his face, breaking his nose. "LISTEN UP! IF ANY OF YOU MESS WITH ME OR MY FRIENDS, YOU'LL END UP WITH A SPOON IN YOUR EYE AND KNIFE IN YOUR THROAT!" (Y/n) announced. "YOU MIGHT ALSO END UP WITH BROKEN BONES." She added before jumping off the man's face and casually walking towards the food. Some men tried to punch her as she passed but they ended up with a black eye, a broken wrist or knocked out. (Y/n) grabbed a sandwich and a chocolate milk before sitting down at a table, which emptied the minuet she sat down. Alfred and Mathew sat down next to her.

"You really made a rep." Mathew stated, sweat dropping. (Y/n) shrugged and took a bite of her food.

"We'll need to survive while we're here. This is the easiest way."

"Dude! That was so cool on how you beat up all those guys! You're like, so short and weak looking! But then you're all like, bam! Pow!" Alfred exclaimed, punching the air. (Y/n) hummed in understanding and continued to eat. A guard walked over to (Y/n).

"If you keep this up you'll get another year added to your sentence." He stated.

"And what exactly is my sentence? And for what exactly?" (Y/n) asked, not looking at the man. "This system is filled with flaws and you abuse those flaws so you can put people you don't understand or that are out of the norm in jail." The guard put a hand on her shoulder and (Y/n) flipped him over so he landed on the table, just barley missing Alfred and Mathew's food. She opened her chocolate milk and poured it on his face.

"Whoops. My mistake." (Y/n) said before grabbing Alfred's fork and stabbing the rounded side up his nose. The guard cried out in pain before blindly grabbing at his taser,only to find it missing. "Oh! Is this what you're looking for? I mean, you shouldn't use things like this when your blinded. You could really hurt someone." (Y/n) said as the guard wiped the chocolate milk off his face the best he could and pulling the fork out of his nose. Blood came from his nose, mixing in with the chocolate milk.

"Put your hands up!" More guards yelled, rushing over.

"Drop the weapon!" (Y/n) grinned and dropped the weapon, putting her hands behind her head.

"Alright. Alright. I'm done." (Y/n) said. "Can I continue eating?" One of the guards forced her hands behind her back again and put another pair of handcuffs of, since the second pair disappeared.

"Back to your cell you go." The guard said, pushing (Y/n) out of the cafeteria. (Y/n) laughed.

"That threat goes for the guards too! Watch your back!" (Y/n) called as she and the guard disappeared behind a corner.