Uncanny shadows caused by various placed torches flickered around the stone chamber's walls.
"You lit up the place," I said sarcastically. One of the guards shoved me with the blunt end of his saber.
"Quiet," he grunted.
"Hey, I don't see anyone else thinking optimistically. All of you are just outright pessimists." I said with a roll of my eyes.
"Shut up," the other guard grumbled.
"Fine," I said with an exasperated sigh.
"Here," the guard behind me said, pushing me into a cell. The other sneered at me as he shuffled away.
What am I here for again? I wondered for a second. Oh, yeah, for the crimes I committed. What crimes did I commit? Well, it was thievery of course. These were the thoughts that crossed my mind as the Officer entered my cell, a look of satisfaction upon his face.
"Are you glad you finally caught me, Officer? Because up until now, your men have done nothing but drain the Orange and Blue class citizens of their alcohol. At least the bars get good service," I said with a scoff.
"I-" The Officer started, flustered.
"Plus," I interjected, "don't even think us lower classes don't notice that your men ignore nearly everything White does. And of course, they completely ignore Purple. That's on purpose, right? You ordered them to ignore the higher classes because they pay more. Even though they have a lower tax rate. At least, White does. Purple pays no taxes, of course, but that makes some sense. But honestly, most of us were born into the lower classes, it's not our fault. And we can't rise because we have to pay so much!"
"I-"
"Consider me... Robin Hood, of a sort." I finished with a satisfied harumph.
"You will not speak to me in such a way!" The Officer thundered. "I am of higher rank than you, and you shall not disrespect anyone of higher class than... Than you!"
"And that's another thing. With no due respect, sir, it used to be adults who were to be treated with respect. And, as far as I can tell, sir, we're both adults here. I believe we're more equal than ever," I commented.
"Except for the fact that you're in my cell, in my handcuffs, on my floor!"
"Ah, yes, speaking of which, can-" A cold, hard, callused hand slapped the side of my face, jarring my thoughts for a moment.
"SHUT UP!!!"
"Yes, sir," I said with a thin smile. The Officer growled and slammed the cell door as he stalked off angrily.
"Don't feed him for a day," I hear the Officer say to one of the guards before leaving.
"Yessir." He replied with a salute.
"Hey," a voice floats over from the cell beside mine, "finally some company." Even though I couldn't see the girl through the wall, I imagined her sneering. I grunted in response. "So, whatcha here for? Murder? Torture? Adultery? Vandalism? Thievery?"
"Thievery, of course. You?" I responded out of boredom.
"All of the above except adultery, mate."
"Do you have an execution soon or something?" I said with a mirthless laugh.
"No, I'm just left here to die. That's what happens when you're a White who's family is associated with Purples."
"Really? A White?" I ask with genuine intrigue.
"Sadly, that is so. How about you, hotshot?" She asked through the wall.
"Hotshot?" I asked.
"Don't think I didn't hear your sarcasm, mate."
"Orange."
"Ah." She asked no further questions.

That's when it all started.