Hey! So this is my very first Green Mile Fanfiction. And the Green Mile is one of my all time favorite Stephen King stories and I can only hope I will ever be good enough to stand in the shadow of (in my opinion) one of the greatest Writers in history. But I suppose I can get as much practice in as I can, And I plan to stick to the film as closely as I possibly can, only adding my Oc as a side character. I own nothing else, it is all the property of the illustrious Stephen King. On with the Show.

The sun beat down hard on the grassy plain through which several Individuals were running. One was a group of men with Shot guns and hound dogs, scouring the land in search of something of the greatest importance. Another was a Young Woman, somewhere between the ages of 16 and 20, she hardly remembered anymore.

And the third was a positively humongous man with skin dark as ground coffee beans, holding the limp forms of two little girls in his lap, no more than babies, with long blonde hair caked to their heads with red blood that stood out unnaturally.

The man was blubbering like a lost toddler, clutching at the tiny bodies, giant tears the size rain drops streamed down his dirty face as he howled and sobbed deafeningly. The group of men grew Closer and closer, hollering the names of the aforementioned girls loudly, while, A half a mile away the young woman was yelling the name of the bawling Giant.

"Katie! Cora!" the lead man yelled loudly, pulling back a Large Bloodhound on its rope and spotting something in a tall wavy grass, he knelt to pick it up and found it's a small scrap of colorful cloth, as he realizes what is it, a scrap of night gown, and lets out a long wail of grief

Meanwhile the woman sprinted through the field, briars and stickers pricking her through the material of her thin gingham dress and stained grey socks that used to be white and were two sizes too big and flooded around her ankles and out of her scuffed shoes that where damn near wore through the sole.

Her short, reddish brown curls whipped and bounced as her head whipped back and forth in search, "JOHN" she bellowed, "JOHN" she spotted a large black spot off in the distance and heard the howls of the search dogs and took a deep breath before running for that very spot, her calves burning horribly as she ran as hard as she could with the blood pounding in her ears like a drum.

"Katie! Cora!"

"John!"

The posse of men arrived at the spot before she did and they pointed their rifles at the colossus who kept on howling and crying as the Girl finally arrived. "Stop!" she yelled, "Leave Him alone!" One of the men caught her as she tried to break through their wall. "Let me go! He ain't done nothin' wrong!" she protested.

John was making that inhuman howling sound, face twisted in monstrous grief, pausing occasionally to take in a great hitching breath of air. Curled in his massive arms are the naked bodies of Detterick's 9 year-old twin girls, their once-blonde hair now matted to their heads with blood. A tableau. The men staring. John Coffey howling. A train puffing smoke across the landscape. Klaus Detterick breaks the moment, lunging down the riverbank in a headlong rush. The others try to grab him, but he shrugs them off and throws himself on Coffey with a scream of inarticulate rage, kicking and punching, fists flying. Coffey barely seems to notice. The others catch up with Klaus, drag him off. He falls to his knees on the riverbank, sobbing into his hands. Howie runs to him, throws himself into his father's arm. They hug each other tightly, overwhelmed with grief. A semblance of quiet descends, except for Coffey's heartbroken wailing. A ring of rifle toting men forms around him, though he hardly seems aware of it. McGee steps forward, uncertain, "Mister?"

John looked up, his eyes streaming with tears, "Mister? can you hear me?" John nodded slowly, and McGee "You have a name"

"John Coffey Sir, like the drink, just not spelt the same"

"What happened Here John Coffey?"

"I couldn't help it, I tried to take it back, but it was too late..." He sounded to sad it broke Lily's heart and what happened next only made it worse.

"Boy, you're under arrest for Murder" McGee spat in John's face and Lily began to struggle again this time with more rage.

"No! Stop!" the young woman elbowed the man who held her back in the ribs and darted forward, putting herself in the line of fire and in front on the Giant man. "He didn't do it!" she yelled as one of the accusers came forward and grabbed her arm, "Get out of the way." He instructed and she jerked from his grasp hard and whipped out her arm, her flat hand connecting with his whiskered cheek.

John behind her began to stand up after the girls' father and brother came to collect their bodies and the men raised their guns, "No, Don't shoot him!" She cried as the man grabbed both her arms and pulled them behind her. Her shoulder muscles twisted suddenly as he pulled and she cried out, "You're hurtin' me!" she said as John took a step forward, tears still coming like two waterfalls. Two men carefully approached with two ropes and bound his wrist behind his back and John didn't put up any struggle as they led him back into town, guns trained on him the whole time.

The men released the Young Woman and threw her to the ground, she fell on her hands and knees and her head whipped around furiously as she reared back and spat at him. She ran after the mob and by the time she arrived in town, they had taken John into the sheriff's building and had him caged up like a vicious animal.

She ran to the front desk and rang the little silver bell furiously. The young deputy practically sprinted to the desk, thinking someone had been murdered and found her looking wild eyed and desperate. "Can I help you Miss."

"Please" she began, panting from the running she's done. "You have to help me." The deputy nodded, "Okay, just calm down miss, and tell me what's wrong." She nodded and took a deep breath, "A friend of mine was brought in here, but he didn't do anything wrong, you have to let him go!"

The deputy shook his head, "I'm sorry Miss, but I'm not allowed to let prisoners out of the jail until they've had their trial and they've been proven innocent." She shook her head, curls flying again. "No you don't understand! John couldn't have killed those girls! He was with me the whole time! We came across those girls and John started crying and hollering, and I tried to calm him down and I told him to stay with the girls while I ran to get help. He didn't hurt those girl's I'm tellin' you!"

The deputy shook his head again and she was getting mighty tired of that dismissive gesture. "A lawyer will be assigned to his case and he will appear in court within the week. You can testify on his behalf then." The girl's shoulder's slumped, "Well can I at least see him please? He's nothing but a big kid and he must be awful scared."

The deputy looked around and bit his lip, "I really shouldn't…" The girl spotted his hand on the counter and covered it with hers, "Please?" she lowered her eye lids and looked at him through her lashes, "I really need to see him." She pouted and the deputy swallowed hard, "O-Okay, but just for a minute, the sheriff'll kill me if he finds out." He muttered and opened a drawer and pulled out a giant ring of keys.

The young man led her back to the holding unit and John was in the furthest cell. "Make it quick" She darted past him and down the short block passing the occasional drunk passed out on the wooden bench.

"John!" she said in a loud whisper and the Man looked up, his eyes still swollen from crying. "Miss Lily? Is that you?" He asked in his deep, hearty voice. "It's me John, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" She questioned the larger person and scanned him of any injury. "Not Hardly Miss. Lily"

"I'm so sorry John" She shook her head, "I never should have left you alone."

"It ain't your fault Miss Lily"

Lily sighed and gave him a small, reassuring smile, "Don't you worry John. I'm going to talk to that Lawyer, tell him what really happened and I'm going to get you outta here I promise." She met his eye, "do you believe me John, Do you believe me when I say I'm going to get you out?" John nodded slowly, trusting his female companion fully. Lily swallowed and reached her hand through the bars and John dwarfed hers with his large callused one. Lily felt her eyes sting with salty tears and John shook his head disapprovingly. "Don't you Cry Miss Lily, every thing gonna be jus' fine. You see." Lily nodded and wiped her eyes, "That's right John, "Everything is going to be just dandy, and soon we're gonna be back on the road again. And I'm gonna take you to New Orleans." She told him with a large toothy smile.

"And I'm going to show you the French Quarter, that's where I'm from you know. And you're gonna get a real New Orleans meal, with a big ole bowl of Gumbo, and corn biscuits, and a big glass of sweet tea. And for dessert, piping hot beignets with powdered sugar" she always enjoyed beguiling John with her stories. Lily had been traveling the country since she was eleven years old, a runaway from a little farm in Kansas with a big imagination and a roaming heart.

She and John met up when she was thirteen years old, She had been struck down by the deadly influenza and was knocking one death's front door until John worked his Miracles on her and brought her back. She knew John was a little bit slow, but she hung around him until they became something of a package deal, everywhere He went she went, and everywhere she went he went. They traveled by train, or they would hitch a ride on a truck of a tractor, but mostly they just walked.

They would walk and talk, Lily would tell him stories, some true and some not but it didn't make any difference, John listened just a eagerly. She tried to get him to call her by her first name only but for years, he only called her Miss Lily, even after she transitioned from Mr. Coffey to just John.

Everywhere they went, they got odd stares from everyone they passed. A petite, 5'7, 110 pound white woman in her late teens early twenties walking side by side with a large black man nearly seven feet tall and pushing 300 pounds. Over the years she had been stopped by police who thought she was in some sort of danger countless times and this wasn't the first time John had been in a jail cell. But this was the first time it wasn't for "malicious intent" this time there had actually been a crime.

"Miss Lily?" John said and Lily looked up, "hm?" John looked around, "Can you sing me that song again? The one about the railroad, and the tower up to the sun?" Lily looked around, "Alright John." She nodded, figuring she own him that at the very least. She cleared her throat and hummed a little. "They used to tell me I was building a dream, and so I followed the mob." She began, "When there was earth to plow or guns to bare, I was there right on the Job."

John closed his eyes as she sang, slowing it down from the temp she heard on the radio so it was almost a lullaby, "They used to tell me I was building a dream, with peace and glory ahead. So why should I be standing in line just waiting for bread?" She watched John closely, it was a sad song for sure. But John liked it.

"Once I built a railroad, I made it run. Made it race against time. Once I built a railroad but now it's done. Brother can you spare a dime? Once I built a tower up to the sun, Brick and Rivet and Lime. Once I built a tower, now it's done. Brother can you spare a Dime?" She smiled as his grip relaxed on her hand, "Once in Khaki suits, Gee, did we look swell? Full of that Yankee Doodle Dum. Half a million bots went slogging through hell, and I was the kid with the drum."

She rubbed his hand with her thumb soothingly as she went on, "Say don't you remember they called me Al? It was Al all the time. Why don't you remember I'm your pal? Brother can you spare a dime?" She finished and John looked up at her with drooping eyes. "I'm awful tired Miss Lily, I think I oughta sleep now." Lily nodded, "Alright John, you rest. I'm not gonna leave you till they drag me away." She assured him as he laid across the wood and cotton cot that was far too small for his giant body

Lily watch him like a mother watching her young until he was sound asleep and the deputy came up behind her and prepared to tap her shoulder until her voice stopped him, soft enough not to wake up John. "I don't care if you have to lock me up to" she said firmly, "I ain't leavin his side until the trial"

Her tone of voice made it perfectly clear that she met it because the deputy pulled his hand away slowly and walked back to the front desk leaving her to watch after her friend.

The next morning, a sharply dressed man in tan pants and a blue shirt came walking through the block and found Lily half-awake on the floor outside the cell. "Excuse me?" Lily looked up at him, "I'm here about a Mr. John Coffey?" he said and Lily nodded and stood up. "My name is Burt Hammersmith, Mr. Coffey's appointed defense attorney, and you are?" Lily cleared her throat and shook his hand. "Lily Devereaux, a pleasure to meet you." Burt nodded, "and I take it that Big Fella…" he pointed at the large heap of man on the cot. "Is Mr. John Coffey"

He turned to Lily, "are you a relative of Mr. Coffey's?" Lily shook her head, "No but I might as well be." Burt frowned, "I'm sorry but only spouses and family members are allowed…"

"look" Lily cut him off, "I am all that man has got, and He is all I've got, now how about instead of getting off on the wrong foot we figure out what you're going to do to help my friend?" she raised her eye brows and Burt swallowed before regaining his composer. "Alright, well we can start with you telling me everything you know about John."

Lily nodded, "Well the first thing you should Know is that he is innocent, I can account for his whereabouts for the past 48 hours at the least." Burt nodded, "Good to know, what else?" Lily glanced at John who was still sound asleep. "He's a bit…Slow" she stated plainly.

"What do you mean slow?"

Lily shrugged, "Well, he's kind of like a big kid really." Burt clenched his jaw, "I see. And would you be willing to testify on Mr. Coffey's behalf?"

"In a heartbeat"

Burt nodded and looked around, "Look, you seem like a smart girl, so I'm going to give this to you straight. I am thinking the best chance we have is plead guilty and try to get the death penalty off the table." Lily froze, "death penalty? But he didn't do anything, I just told you I will testify, tell the jury exactly what happened!"

Burt shook his head, "Look, It isn't going to matter what you say or do." Burt cut her off, "The jury is going to take one look at that man and know he is guilty." Lily's eyes widened with realization. "You think he is guilty to." She said lowly, Burt didn't say anything. "You Do!" she shot up.

"Miss Devereaux, will you please calm down?" Burt said soothingly, "Calm Down? How can I calm down what John's own attorney thinks he's guilty?" Burt shook his head, "It's not like that I…" he stood up and grabbed her shoulders, "Now look, we have two options here. Number One, John pleads innocent, is found guilty and sentenced to die for the death of two little girls, or Number Two, John pleads guilty and we whittle our way down to maybe Life imprisonment without parole. Either way John will be found Guilty, the only difference is whether or not John Lives."

Lily thought on this and nodded, seeing that he was right. "Okay." She whispered, "Okay, you're right, we'll plead guilty and pray for a light sentence."

"Can't do that Boss" John said from his cell, having awoken during their conversation. "What do you mean John Coffey?" Burt asked and John knelt down to look at him, "I didn't do it so I can't plead guilty" Lily walked up to the bars, "That doesn't matter to them John, Mr Hammersmith is right no matter what we do they will think you're guilty just because of home you look. This is our best chance to…"

"I can't lie Miss Lily."

"And I can't let you die!" Lily said suddenly she grabbed his hand and held it in both of hers, "Please don't do it John, please don't take that chance." She whispered and John tilted up her face with his other hand. "Don't you worry Miss Lily, It'll all be alright." He said with a smile and looked at Burt, "I'll plead not guilty, if you don't mind Boss."

Burt shook his head slowly and picked up his brief case, "Your case comes up Tuesday, I will see you then."