Prison Bound is a story based on some dark events. SOA is owned by Kurt Sutter, I only own unrecognizable characters. Andy is an odd character, she is nearly exactly like Happy, but female. She will have her own personality twists, but I'm just trying to give an idea of what you should think about while reading this.
"Have you learned anything?" Doctor Leno asked, leaning forward carefully studying the dangerous woman in front of him. She leant against the leather chair comfortably; her cuffed hands lay twinned together as she stared at the older man in front of her.
Her pale face held no emotion he could understand, her green marble pierced him enough to look away from her glare. Her dark ringlets hung down to her waist, covering half of her face from his view. A half grin covered her face, her light pink lips stretched to one side.
Robert Leno shifted his head down as he started writing; she was one of the women he never understood. She walked in the room, looking deadly even in chains. Her face emotionless until he brought up the murder of her foster parents, then her smirk appeared, like the thought pleased her.
She had yet to speak, after he repeated questions over and over, the only response in body language he understood was that she was radiating smugness.
"Yes" She growled, his head snapped up at the rough voice. He stared at her in shock nodding his head for her to continue, "I learned to not get caught." His smile fell listening to her words, she chuckled darkly at his feared look.
The first words she spoke were things that showed no improvement of mental health in seven years she was torn away from civilization. Her appointments with Dr. Leno went with him repeating question after question, slamming his fists down in anger when she sat there smirking, before the normal guard would pull her from the room.
Her voice was horse and raspy, and dangerous all on its own.
Her eyes daring him to speak while her half smile let her rocky chuckles escape. The guard looking through the glass window and seeing the doctor staring in shock and at the laughing prisoner; came into the room pulling her by her restraints down the hall. The look she gave the doctor through the window was not missed.
Only one thing was clear, Andy Palon was insane.
7 years prior-
The dark haired teenager was leant back in the plastic chair in her English class. Her sunglasses covering her piercing stare, while her dark curly hair covered the earphones screamed rock music into her ear.
The music blared loudly; the teacher grew used to the odd interruption, and learned to speak over the noise. Although Andy was a nuisance in his class, he couldn't help but appreciate the high test scores she received when she actually showed up to class.
He was quite surprised she was even here today, a Monday morning, and third period English class never mixed with Ms. Palon.
Heads in the room around her swiveled to the door, she reached a hand up and yanked out an ear plug to listen in on what was happening.
Yelling could be heard from outside the classroom, she heard faint words from the yelling men, but her interest was more focused on the music blaring into her ears but what she caught was one word that explained it all to her; Murder.
A large smirk lit up her face, as the heads turned to look at her. Mouths open staring in horror at the young deranged girl. The classroom door slammed open revealing three police officers being chased by the large principle. Her signature half-smile stayed on her face as the officers came to stop in front of her desk, gripping her elbow yanking her up.
She was shoved face first against the desk, while they cuffed her wrist; they stood her up and started pushing her down the hallway. She smiled broadly at her class mates as she listed to the police officer read her, her rights behind her.
The ear pud was still embedded in her ear as she walked, and her sunglasses still in place as she was pushed down the hallway of the school. Classroom doors were open, students filled up the halls to see her be taken away.
In Charming high, an arrest at all was gossip good enough to fill for months. But an arrest involving a teenager and a murder, in their small town, was unheard of.
"You are under arrest for the murder of Grace and Pete Palon-"
"Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?" The large burly officer asked.
"Yes sir," Her voice low and sweet. A large smirk filled her face as they shoved her into the back of the car; she slid over to the middle seat to not get hit by the slamming of the door.
It was such a shame when Grace Palon found out she was unfertile. The hurt and anguish she held for months, was unbearable. She felt ashamed to be married to such a man like Pete; he deserved to have children to pass on his ways.
So it was a mutual decision to adopt a child, with their background it wasn't a problem. A happily married couple of three years, in their late thirties who couldn't have children where the kinds of people the child care company searched for.
Such sweet people, it was odd how they wanted to adopt an older girl, who was abnormally quite and showing some odd hobbies at the time.
No one realized that the Palon couple was looking for an older girl, that wouldn't be missed or believed if any trouble sprung up.
