The Order of The Covenant

Chapter 3: Lady Tanaka - Institutionalized

The Order of The Covenant

Chapter 3

Lady Tanaka: Institutionalized

As time had passed, there was one who had been placed in an entire time capsule where the world spun completely around her as she was pinned at a stand still. Lady Tanaka was now an inmate at the Bedford Hills Corrections Facility in New York. Something they never advertise is the mental state you walk in and walk out with stays relatively the same, whereas your age, on the other hand. It's the problem of some who go in at the age of nineteen and come out thirty or more years later. The mind set is fixated on trying to catch up with time and all the things they missed out on. A nineteen-year old trapped in a fifty-year old body after all your closest family has passed away is a tough thing to take in.

However, Lady Tanaka isn't your average person and if there is anything a century-old woman can grasp is how to do time. She has lived through era after era, been through wars, and even waged a few of her own. If there was anything she knew better than most, it was how to rule. She has made men eat from the palm of her hand and leap for love. Her last husband was head of a large organization known for running the criminal underground of Japan. It was nothing for her to make him his favorite dinner and rub his shoulders one last time before she served his head on a platter to the table of men and claimed her husband's seat, earning her the title, 'Dragon Slayer'.

She then made her way to New York, with the Yakuza's influence backing her, and opened her import-export shipping company, where she made moves of antiquities and other financial assets that allowed her to gain real-estate and a name for herself. Meanwhile, she continued her ambitious endeavors of rubbing elbows and searching for her missing piece of the puzzle.

She had established herself time and time again and this was no different. After dealing with WW I and II, what was a gang or two. When she is through with this place, there will be nothing left after she has them worshiping her and tear the place apart. The walls will crumble like Jericho with the sound of her name being chanted.

The bus pulled up to the gate. A set of guards made their rounds with a mirror held under the frame on the end of a metal rod. They waved the driver through. As the people got off the bus, a set of guards made their way on. The guard in front tugged at a set of keys at their hip to open a perforated metal door that acted as a patrician from the back to the general population of the bus. Isolated and shackled was the lavender eyes of the notorious dragon slayer.

" On your feet." The guard demanded. Their tone made her smile. It was always easy to feel big in a position of authority and armed when the person you were talking to was chained. But she didn't mind. Here, all the women were taken from their loved ones and nothing to stop their hormones that would run rampant. She could simply feast off their desires and never age. In return, she will expose them to a taste of her power as they witness a true dominant force.

She made her way off the bus and into the facility where they spent hours on end for the next few days undergoing diagnostics. Finger prints, physicals, and tests. She spent a hell of a time during her eye exam trying to explain she didn't have contacts and wasn't about to take anything out of her eyes. The doctor on duty that day had to leave early due to an urgent matter. He had to call his family to come and pick him up due to a sudden loss of eyesight. They couldn't understand nor was it ever fixed or explained as to how he went blind.

It was only after that they located her to her permanent holding cell. In the meantime, she measured the place. Got a feel for it. The people who ran it. It was nothing like what they used to put her type through. There were no cells or chains. It was directly to the fire as the entire village cheered for her to burn, only to realize a storm rained on their parade.

When it came to chow call, they don't line people up to go in max security. They have inmates bring the food to door and line up to receive it through a tiny sliver in the door. She noticed when a woman stepped out of her holding cell, she was covered in tattoos. She could smell the salt and sweat soaked in her clothes like a nasty mutt. It was enough to make one vomit. As they took their trays and made their way back to their cells, she noticed the stench following behind her. Before she could enter her new luxurious dwelling, the woman called out to her.

" Hey sugar, you wanna come and eat back at my place?"

Lady Tanaka looked back over her shoulder with a smile.

The woman could see there was something different about her eyes. Not only were her eyes a strange color. It was her cold steel gaze. A sudden regret washed over her as she wanted to retract her statement.

" That's so sweet of you." Tanaka said.

She followed the woman into her cell. She sat at the table in the corner as the woman sat on her bed.

" So what do you go by?" The woman asked.

" You can call me Lady Tanaka."

" Lady huh."

" Tanaka."

" What is that, Chinese?"

" Japanese. What's your name?"

" They call me, Big Lucious."

Tanaka couldn't hold back the laughter.

The woman felt offended. " What are you even doing in here? Were you trick'n?"

" Trick'n? Dear lord no. I'm here for murder."

The woman choked on her food and slammed her tray down. She tried to return the laughter in disbelief.

" You murdered someone?"

" Plenty of people. But I was caught for the death of two."

The woman picked her tray of food back up with skepticism. " You expect me to think you're a murderer?"

" You expect me to call you Big Lucious?"

There were those eyes again. Almost cat like only more fierce. She couldn't say if she believed her or not, but one thing for sure, something about her made her feel unnerved.

" I'm in here for murder too. Walked into my house to find my husband cheat'n. Killed him and dat hoe he was with."

" Are you sure about that?" Tanaka said. She calmly sat there without touching her food.

" Excuse me?" The woman said as she stopped eating.

" Listen Shameka... That is your name, right? Shameka Johnson. Yeah, you were in here for murder, but it wasn't your husband or some other girl."

Shameka slowly put her tray down in her lap. Puzzled and weirded out, she was rendered speechless.

" It was on a Tuesday. You were going to meet your dealer in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart. You wanted to 'test' the product first. The truth was, you didn't have the money to pay for it, so you lied and said the last batch you got was bad. So the dealer got in on the passenger side to do some with you. You told him to pull out your rig you had in the glove compartment and you both shot up right there in the back of the parking lot. You woke up to find the man had left you. He took what you had, but that's not all you lost that day. It was, what, one-hundred and one, two degrees? Left in the car for the duration as you passed out. You were fine. Your breathing was paced while you were incapacitated. Your sleep apnea didn't kick in like usual, since you were slightly in an upright position. However, your two kids, on the other hand."

" What the hell are you?" Shameka stood to her feet. " Get out. GET OUT!"

Tanaka calmly and slowly got up without breaking eye contact. She stepped out and went towards her room as the lady continued to scream. Her voice faded in the background. "b***h! You don't know me. You don't know me! You don't know s**t, b***h!"