Turning Slowly

Disclaimer: Due to a recent explanation given to me by a friend, I have come to the understanding that just because I have kidnapped these characters and have them chained in my closet does not mean they belong to me. Alas, Alveraz, O'Riely, and anyone else here in OZ remain the bitches of Tom Fontona (?) and Mr.Pancamo belongs to himself and is NO ONES bitch, (But Mr.PANDAcamo remains my bitch *background* Panda: WHA?! Plushie: Nothing.) , while Melanie and Melissa (Bean) remain MY bitchs and I , of course, remain my own bitch(that sounded a lot better in my head). The G- Boys of course belong to that guy who owns them and don't worry if you don't know them I've just used their names and looks, Their personalitys have been completely changed....No infringement is intended and no money was made from the production of this piece of fiction.
Author's Notes: I finished the first episode, and now I'm working on the second. This one shouldn't take as long to get up because I already have it written. But I'm going to be trying the HTML for a little while and if that doesn't work then I'm going to have to reformat it all.... and that is hard.. and boring.... I hope you enjoy this fanfiction! I'll be putting my hear t and soul into it.
Welcome Back, Angela!

Angela

(In solitary)

Angela opened her eyes and glared up at the ceiling of her room in solitary. She should be happy, Why? She was getting out of solitary today. She had added around 12 more years to her sentence, but who cared? That bitch had it coming. She smirked remembering the look of shock on Howell's face when she fell (I threw her) over the guardrail in Emerald City, "Stupid bitch."
Angela rose and glanced in the mirror, "My god! I look like I haven't see the light of day in years." She was just finishing brushing her teeth and her hair when the door opened and McManus looked in on her, "You ready?"
"Yes."
"Well, I need to talk to you before you can go back." McManus entered the tiny cell and took a seat on the bed.
"What?" Angela fixed her sweater in the mirror.
"I don't give up on people," McManus started, "But I'm giving up on you."
"…OK…" Angela tried not to laugh, she had heard what McManus was like with his giving up on people. Horrible.. He couldn't do it.
"Are you listening to me?" McManus snapped.
"No," Angela smiled, "Can I go?"
"Let's go." McManus stood up and led Angela down the hall.
"BYE EVERYONE!" Angela shouted as she was led out of solitary.
"See you soon." Came one shout from the cell across from hers.
McManus led Angela down around the halls, and stopped in front of the gates of Em City, "I know why you killed Clair."
"Who?" Angela questioned, "Who is this Clair you speak of?"
"Howell." McManus corrected.
"Do you now?" Angela turned and gave him a look, "She disrespected a friend of mine, and when you disrespect a friend of mine, you disrespect me."
"If you had a problem," McManus snapped, "You should have come to me."
"What for?" Angela snarled, "So you could sleep with her and make everything alright?"
"YOU SHOULDN'T OPEN YOUR MOUTH ABOUT THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" McManus roared, his arm shot up as if he was gonna hit her.
"Come on." Angela coaxed him, "Make my day."
McManus looked her and lowered his fist, he then snarled and stomped off away from Angela in the direction of the staff room.
"BTW McManus?" Angela called, and smirked when he turned to face her, "You don't have a fucking clue what's going on."
TBC