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Sinister Stones
"Excuse me? Sir, this is an all boys camp," the voice crackled on the other end of the phone.
"I understand that, Warden. But she's been kicked out of every juvenile facility we've sent her to," Judge Monahan said. His brow was scrunched up in frustration as his fingers made small circles around his left temple. A vain attempt at trying to ward off the migraine he knew was bound to come. This girl has been a waste of his time. She, to him, was unredeemable. So this is what it came down to. It was his last choice, his very last choice. After this, they'd probably have to start seeking imprisonment in other states. And that was a lot of paper work he just didn't want to do. He still had his postponed game of golf with the Mayor to think of.
He heard her sigh, annoyed, over the shaky connection. His head started to hurt.
"Walker, you owe me." He smirked to himself as he imagined her face pale. He had her, and they both knew it.
"There is nothing else, then?" she asked, defeated.
"No."
"When can we expect her, then?"
"Tomorrow. Until then, we'll keep her in the court's cell." He didn't wait for her to respond, he just placed the phone down gently in the receiver. Leaning back in his chair, he exhaled loudly. This was going to be interesting.
The Warden sat down in her kitchen table chair. She stared at the phone as though it was going to get up and start dancing. This couldn't be happening. A girl? At her camp? Girls were weak. She had no use for them. They just bitched and whined and made things more difficult. And they couldn't dig. Except for her, girls were a waste of flesh and organs. She picked the phone back up and dialed out to one of the camp's other phones.
"Marion, we have a problem. You need to fix it."
And with that she hung up. She cursed her debt to Judge Monahan.
The next two years should be interesting. If the girl lasted, that is.
The boys of D-Tent were quieter than usual that night. They hadn't said a word at dinner and had opted to go back to their tent instead of the wreck room. Lying in his cot, X-Ray was staring at the darkness surrounding him, trying to shake off the images from earlier that day. Shit, he wanted to go home. They all did. But being so desperate that you let a rattle snake snack on your big toe? No fucking way. Although he liked the guy, respected him enough to give him his nickname, he always had the feeling that Barfbag was a little…off. Boy must be crazy to do what he did. At least he wasn't stupid enough to try it with a lizard.
"Man, you think he's okay?" X heard a voice come from one of the cots on the other side of the room, jarring him from his musings.
"Yeah, Mag. He's okay. He's probably at home right now, sitting on his couch and watching a movie with his parents." Another voice said. Armpit. X smiled at the thought. What a lucky bastard.
"His parents are dead, stupid," he heard Squid say quietly from the cot next to him. "Even if he made it, there ain't nobody waitin' for him." Everyone started up at that moment. Some angry at what Squid was saying, some just angry at the world. X rolled over and let his voice echo loud enough to get them to listen. Not that he ever had trouble making people listen to him.
"Everybody shut the hell up. We still gotta dig tomorrow."
The boys quieted immediately. X frowned deeply and went back to staring at the dark ceiling.
He dreaded tomorrow. The looks, the rumors, the questions. As much as he pretended to not give a shit about anything but himself, he felt he had a responsibility to protect his boys. He was the self-appointed leader, after all.
Yeah, no doubt about it. Tomorrow was gonna be interesting.
Charlene Brickman winced as the guard pushed her into the cell. She landed none too gracefully on the poor excuse for a mattress. A deep laugh came from behind her and she turned to see the guard looking at her with amusement on his face.
"Not so tough, now are we?" he asked, sneering a bit at her. She stared at him, completely unfazed by the mocking. He continued to laugh to himself, but a little bit more awkwardly as she continued to apathetically stare at him. He cleared his throat and waved her off, walking back to his desk chair.
"And look at you," she said, shortly after he sat down. "A little rent-a-cop with a taser. Tell me, how does one fail out of the academy?"
"Shut up, kid. This taser may look wimpy, but it's definitely not pleasant if you're on the receiving end." She smirked at him. 30,000 volts of electricity surging through her body was the least of her worries. Maybe, if she got him to do it long enough, she wouldn't have to go to this all-boys camp they were shipping her off to.
"Try me, tubby," she taunted. His hand twitched, aching to taser the bitch out of this girl, but he held tough. The judge would have his head if anything happened to her.
She rolled her eyes, knowing that getting a reaction out of this guy was going to be a long battle, and truthfully, she wasn't up to it. She was tired. It had been a long week and getting kicked out of the seventh facility in the past three months was just the cherry to add to that.
She hadn't meant to get kicked out, really. She had even tolerated a few of the girls there. But Martha fucking asked for it. She did. Practically leaning over her begging to get the shit beat out of her. Granted, Charlie probably shouldn't have grabbed the pencil and shoved it through the bitch's hand. But hey, retrospect was a sick son-of-a-bitch.
Charlie stretched her legs out on the bed, and leaned back on her folded hands. She definitely wasn't looking forward to the next two years. An all-boys camp? Yeah, she hated girls. But in all honesty, she hated guys more. Her history with them was shaky at best. Especially the ones with criminal pasts. She allowed a shudder to run through her shackled body, resisting the urge to scream.
Yeah, she might have been a bitch, but really, she didn't deserve this shit.
Jesus, she thought. This should be really fucking interesting.
A/N: And there's the first chapter. Please review, I'd like to know what y'all thought.