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Chapter 1 Nothing but an Inmate

Humphrey positioned defenselessly on his knees, wondering his fate while a crowd of inmates urged for his death. All touched with a sense of power- power that Humps once felt stepping into the prison, feeling above the women due to his status of authority and their lack of freedom. Now, he was nothing more than a prisoner- outnumbered by women he abused in someway. The scene revealed how quickly life could end- instantaneously, like the tragic death of Poussey Washington. At that moment, the inmates were truly fighting against the unjust treatments in the prison systems. Shouts aimed at him sharply; mostly in English and some in Spanish, which he clearly understood. He mainly heard, 'shoot him,' 'pop his ass,' 'fuck you,' and 'kill that piece of shit.' CO McCullough lied on the floor shielding her ears, preparing herself to hear the worst.

Daya felt empowered and the cheers only encouraged her to do the very thing that could potentially prevent her from ever seeing her daughter again. A rush of emotions ran through her along with questions and thoughts- will I get ratted on? The lady CO could rat me out. Should I take her out too? Am I really gonna come this far and not do anything? Daya took a good look at Humps, trying to conjure up the worst ways she could take advantage of him- aside from the obvious. She entertained the idea of smashing his radio and forcing him to eat the splattered pieces in the same way he forced Maritza to eat the baby mouse. Daya grew angry as she scanned his uniform as it provoked flashbacks of her fiance, CO Bennett.

She reflected back to that moment of Bennett on one knee. She slipped the ring on her finger, optimistic for a future where her daughter could grow up with both parents in her life. Bennett's promise to her was as genuine as the gum paper wrap ring- it was false hope and Daya's dream was nothing more than a false reality. The weeks had passed and Daya felt as though she was speaking to him yesterday. She would never be able to shake how coldly he left her- without a trail or consideration for their daughter's welfare. Deadbeat dad. The words echoed in her head similarly to the inmates' cheers that echoed in the corridors.

She stood like a rebel, gritting her teeth with a severe mean mug ready to break the law in the worst way.

Daya had gone too far to back down now. Her family and other inmate families were rooting her on. Give them what they want, right?

"Eat lead, you piece of shit!" Daya said and the crowd roared.

A shot fired- but not from Daya! Screams broke out as everyone, but Daya, ducked to the floor. Daya froze in panic with trembling hands, distracted by the unknown gunman from afar. It made the perfect diversion for the sadistic CO to snatch the gun from Daya's hand. Her heart dropped when she saw Humps aiming the gun at her. She knew her life was over.

In a twist of fate, Humps directed the gun on McCullough and pulled the trigger- shooting her in the back, eliciting a pool of blood to form beneath her body. Prolonged screams of horror followed along with a stampede of inmates running to escape, as well as Daya who quickly became unfrozen.

Another shot was fired by Humps, causing the inmates to duck for cover.

"Hault!" A woman's voice, other than an inmate, stabbed the air. "Anyone makes a false move, gets a bullet to the head."

Everyone stopped in place, not too far away from the crime scene. Humps slid the gun across and assumed the position of a scared vulnerable victim, lying on the floor with his hands shielding his head.

The woman giving demands was heard walking towards the crime scene with her heels clicking against the floor as if demanding dominance over the situation.

"Oh my God!" she gasped at the CO's who were lying on the floor. She remained cautious of not getting any blood on her Prada shoes.

Humps uniform was becoming stained by McCullough's blood that was drifting towards his direction. For him, it was a feeling of victory- her blood stain on his clothes would only reinforce the stereotype of prisoners being bloodthirsty violent people. He looked up to see a slim figured woman with dark hair, dark eyes and clothed in black business attire.

"Thank God" Humps positioned himself to his feet, looking shocked at the blood that stained his uniform and aiming a concerned look at McCullough's body before turning to the woman. "It all happened so fast. Who are you?"

"Linda Ferguson, Director of Purchasing." She remained with the gun aimed at the inmates for protection. "We need an ambulance. Alright, everyone report back to your cells immediately with your hands up."

The inmates stared confusingly at Ferguson. None of them budged from where they stood. Judy King and Maritza turned to each other with King wondering what did it mean for her as far as her early release. King wanted to get the hell out of there now since CO's were shooting other CO's- it was a madhouse!

Ferguson grew angry at their failure to obey orders and stormed towards the black inmates, placing her gun to Taystee's forehead.

"Do you want to die?! Because I will blow your fucking brains out and no one will give a damn about you because you're nothing but an inmate and that's all you'll ever be! Back to your cells inmates, NOW!"

Taystee wasn't afraid or sad, but angry and it took every strength in her body to restrain herself from punching Ferguson. It was a battle that Taystee [and Ferguson] knew she would lose. The battle had already been lost. Over two hundred inmates found at the crime scene and they were all suspects. Nothing but an inmate. The words reverberated in Taystee's head eliciting a flashback of Poussey's death. It didn't matter to people outside of prison that Poussey was kind-natured with no history of violence. She was seen as the same as the rest, as an inmate. Their uniform presented them with an entire different identity from their own. The sad truth was that Ferguson could actually kill Taystee and walk away as a free woman justifying her action in doing so as self-defense. Ferguson's reason would be creditable due to her high status in power. Taystee backed away with an anger inside of her that blazed like a fire.

The incident drew a brief smirk on Humps face.

"Hands up to where I can see them!" Ferguson demanded as the inmates headed back to their "cells." She then turned to Humps while dialing 911, "Are you able to identify which inmate have the gun?"

"Have?" Humps said confusingly. He searched the last spot he slid it, growing an accelerated heartbeat, for the gun was missing. He scanned around him and it was nowhere to be found. He swallowed hard as if taking a large pill. It occurred to him that anyone could have taken it during his mock attempt in pretending to be a vulnerable victim.

"Yes. Who forced you to the floor at gunpoint?"

His head began spinning with endless scenarios of inmates taking their revenge on him.

"It was one of the Spanish Harlem chickas."

"We need an ambulance to Litchfield Penitentiary..." Ferguson said, speaking into the phone before directing her question to Humps. "Which one?"

He shrugged. "The one with the lips and bad attitude... Diaz."

Humps convinced himself that Daya wanted to finish the job, which led her to grab the gun from the floor in the second and first place.

"Yes we have a suspect." Ferguson replied on the phone before calling out to the inmates. "Inmate Diaz, hands to the wall! Everyone else presume walking with your hands in the air."

Daya had that repeated feeling in her chest again when Humps aimed the gun at her. She knew that her life was officially over and the chances of seeing her daughter or mother again were terminated.

Ferguson and Humps slowly approached her, with Ferguson aiming the gun and Humps preparing to frisk her. The inmates that looked back were threatened by Ferguson to keep it moving or else.

Humps performed the frisk, searching her breast first for more than several times with the first few times being for his own pleasure. After not finding anything, he moved down to her lower back, searching thoroughly around her waist, finding to his discovery a double edge sharp pencil.

It was right before joining the riot that Daya placed it there to protect herself. She didn't have as many contrabands as her fellow inmates so she grabbed the most convenient thing that could be used as a weapon, which she kept under her mattress.

Humps smiled and grabbed the pencil, holding it up for Ferguson to see. "Looks like an intent to stab." He handed the pencil to Ferguson and continued to search her body for the gun.

The paramedics along with the police arrived at the scene of McCullough's body, which she was pronounced dead.

Humps continued his search, feeling down her legs, uncovering that the weapon was not in her possession. He paused with a stare of shock and slight terror before repeating the search. After not finding anything else he balled his fist to hit the wall, leaving a blood mark from his knuckles behind.

It was too late to perform a search on the other inmates as they had already vacated the area and doing so would be considered a high risk.

The paramedics quickly moved McCullough's body from the floor, placing it carefully in the body bag and then positioning it on the stretcher. Two bulky policemen, one tall and the other average height, approached Ferguson and Humps, directing their question to Humps about contact information to immediately notify McCullough's family.

Daya remained with her hands on the wall and broke down in tears with her voice slightly cracking. "It wasn't me, I didn't shoot her."

"Shut up!" The policemen roared at her, aggressively placed her hands behind her back and cuffed her tightly to the brink of inability to feel her own blood flow. Ferguson still had the gun on her.

Humps nodded. "She's the murderer alright... but the gun is still at large. And to be honest, I fear for my safety."

"Don't worry, sir." The shorter policeman said. "The laws are enforced to protect people like you and we will call in a SWAT team to perform a full search until that weapon is uncovered. Justice will be served. And you should get a paramedic to take a look at that." He said, referring to Humps bloody knuckles.

But, Humps enjoyed the feel of blood too much to ask for the assistance of a paramedic.

Ferguson held the gun at Daya's direction until Daya was taken away by the policemen, entirely out of sight.

Humps took a deep breath while asking himself who took the gun if not Daya. He hoped that SWAT would retrieve the weapon considering that everyone wanted him dead. In a very dark tone, he repeated under his breath, justice will be served.

To be continued...