[b]Dex Conlon - Penitentiary[/b]

The convicts yelled and clawed at their gates trying to reach the released prisoner as he walked down the hall. Still wearing the symbolic orange jumpsuit, Dex ignored all the other inmates and continued behind the prison guard. He said nothing, just walked in harmony with the officer towards the exit door a couple feet away. The guard unlocked it with the swipe of an I.D. tag and escorted Dex away from the cells. It had been four years since the man had seen the outside, but he showed no sign of relief, instead, it was anger that roamed his features. He had this dark aura about him that the other guards knew would most likely land him back in prison. Everyone knew he was different, unlike the other criminals, his charges remained on the down low, nobody knew why he was in a cell in the first place. 

During his time in there though, he was confronted by many of the other orange jumpsuits, but never fought back. One time he was even stabbed multiple times and was fortunate a guard saw him before bleeding out. But now all those events would be over for the time being for he was about to become a free man once again. Dex took his possessions and moved to the changing room to remove that darn one-piece ensemble. He put on his brown Levi's - still in style for him - pulled over his white shirt that seemed a little long for him, but still looked nice. With his boots on and his hat placed over his head, he walked out with the authorization of the guards. And just as he exited the building, he noticed all the lights turned off. He turned side to side looking at the city, but it was [i]all[/i] in darkness. No signs of light until electronic billboards began to light up. A message, rather a warning, popped up everywhere now. [i]*WARNING* You have been lied to. They say they protect you. But they don’t. They say they give you everything. But they take everything for themselves. We can feel. We can rise. And when we do, no one will protect you.[/i] Dex wasn't thinking much of it, he just urged the guard to open the final gates so he could leave. 

With the lights still off, he walked all the way to the first bus stop. Yes, public transportation on the ground still existed - not everyone could afford hover vehicles or flying machinery. Anyway, with the little money Dex had in the wallet chained to his belt, he paid his due and sat on one of the seats. He noticed how much more comfortable the seat was compared to the prison beds. He let his head lean back and just stared at the ceiling, showing relief for the first time in a long while. His plan was to head back home and sleep for a day or two. But still, he had plans, so that wouldn't be the best move. Dex had made a threatening promise to a man he never learned the name of. He was going to make the man suffer more than he ever imagined. This rage was the only thing that gave Dex the purpose to live. He had many doubts while in that dark cell, not certain that he wanted to remain in this planet. But he knew that if he'd end it, he wouldn't see his wife on the other side. He wouldn't be headed where she had gone, instead the other way. So as he stared into the dark city, he couldn't help but reflect on the past. 

The memory of that night haunted him every time he fell asleep. It was a never ending nightmare that urged his future actions of sin. What he planned to do was not just, but in his eyes, it was fair. That man took everything he ever loved, took away his life, his family, his woman. He took every last drop of his life when he killed the two woman he loved most dearly. And now he would learn that that arrogance was what would get him and his entire family killed. And just as that thought ran his circuits, all the lights came back on and the message was gone. "I'm coming home Taylor" he whispered to himself as he stared at the recreation of a beautiful sky. "I'm coming home"