It's on my profile so it's going to be written. And it's all in Roger's POV. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you Cell Mates. *cue animated applause*

I own nothing. The Almighty Larson owns it all.

Ah, handcuffs. The only enemy of mine to be made by man out of metal. Sometimes they're cold, sometimes they're hot, and other times they're just plain annoying. But at this particular moment, they're the only thing keeping the two really big guys sitting on either side of me from wrapping their hands around my neck and squeezing it until I'm limp and lifeless.

So I say, thank God for handcuffs.

After a while a prison guard comes into the room me and the muscle guys were put in and un-cuffs me. He then grabs me by my shirt collar and practically throws me into the room he just came out of.

"Davis," a man sitting at a desk says as he stares at a piece of paper. Before I can figure out if I'm supposed to respond to that, the man continues speaking. "Possession." He looks up at me for a moment and then back at the paper. "Great." Is it just me or does this guy only know how to say one word at a time? "I'll put you in . . ." Holy shit! Four whole words! " . . . cell block D." The guard that brought me in the room chuckles behind me as the other man goes to a closet, takes out some type of uniform, and gives it to me. "This is what you'll wear from now on." He points to in the direction of a bathroom. "Go get dressed."

I hurry into the bathroom and immediately notice that the uniform he gave me is orange. Orange! There is no way in hell I'm gonna wear this! ROGER DAVIS DOES NOT LOOK GOOD IN, LET ALONE WEAR, ORANGE!

"Hey, hurry up in there, Davis," the desk guy's voice calls through the door. I quickly take my clothes off and replace them with the ugly orange outfit. My normal clothes are taken away from me as soon as I step out of the bathroom.

"I'll hold onto these," the guard says as he throws my clothes into the closet to be contaminated by all the other ugly jumpsuit things.

"I hope it doesn't bother you that you'll be wearing that for the next three years," the desk guy says. Of course it bothers me! For two reasons: 1) I hate the color orange! And 2) That damn guard just stole my clothes and I don't think he's gonna give them back!

"It's not the clothes he should be worried about," the guard says. "He should be worried about all those fellas in D Block. They seem to like blondes." He looks at me "If you get my drift." Okay then. Three words.

What. A. Creep.

A really weird siren sounding noise deafens me. I cover my ears in desperation to not lose my hearing.

"You better get used to it," the creepy guard tells me. "You're gonna hear it three times a day for the next 1,095 days." I already don't like this guy and he just had to make it worse by calculating the exact number of days I'm gonna be in here. Damn creepy, brainy guard.

"What does it mean?" I ask.

"You'll hear it once in the morning for breakfast, once in the afternoon for lunch, and once in the evening, like now, for dinner."

"You're lucky you got here right before dinner," the desk guy adds. "Most of the fellas aren't too happy unless they've had something to eat. Speaking of something to eat, you look pretty hungry yourself. Sampson, why don't you take our newest member of D Block down to the cafeteria?" Sampson? Seriously? His name's Sampson? I hope that's his last name.

"Come with me," Sampson says, dragging me out of the room by my orange collar. As I'm pulled down several halls, I look at the cells. "After dinner, you'll be put in one of these cells with another prisoner, or your cell mate, if you will. And you better pray to God or whoever it is you believe in that you get somebody smaller than you." We stop in front of one of the cells and I look in it. "There's a set of bunk beds and a toilet. The toilets don't flush at night so if you gotta shit, I suggest you hold it." I nod and Sampson starts dragging me again.

We pass through a set of double doors and a sea of orangeness is the first thing I notice.

"Whoa," I say.

"'Whoa' is right," Sampson agrees. He then makes a motion toward a person I'm not focused on. "Now, on a normal day, you'd get a tray, get in line, and get your food. But since today's your first day your food is brought to you." A metal tray is handed to me. I stare down at it and try to make out whatever the hell is on it. It looks like . . . some type of, a vegetable, and a fork. "Go see if you can find yourself a place to sit."

I turn toward Sampson to ask exactly where I'm supposed to sit, but he disappears before I can. I look back at the many orange jumpsuits and start walking slowly. Heads turn and some of the noise in the room dies down. After what seems like forever, I find a place to sit that's right between to two guys that are three feet taller than me.

This is perfect. Just fucking perfect.

I stare at my tray for a moment before picking up my fork and scooping some of the "meat" onto it. I bring it up to my nose, sniff it, and immediately start gagging.

"Smells like shit, don't it?" one of the guys sitting beside me asks. I nod. "Don't worry. Once you're here for a while, you'll get used to it." The guy holds his hand out. "Name's Bones." I take his hand and shake it. While our hands are on each other's, I notice he's got long hair that's pulled back.

"Um . . . can I ask why your name is Bones?" I ask daringly, taking my hand back. Bones smiles and turns his back toward me.

"You see the thing holdin' my hair back?" he asks as he turns back around. I nod. "I killed a guy and made it outta his wrist and finger bones." My eyes widen as Bones points to the other guy next to me. "That's The Exterminator. We call him Big E for short." He points to a guy next to Big E. "That's Dash."

"Dash?"

"Yeah. Only guy in here to outrun a cop car on foot." I nod and he points the five other people at the table, naming them as A-Bomb, Fuse, Striker, KO, and Dread. I look down at the end of the table and see a black guy he forgot to name.

"What about that guy down there?" I point to him and Bones laughs.

"You really wanna know who he is?" he asks. I nod. "Alright then." He throws a piece of his "vegetable" at the nameless guy and he looks up. "Hey! Tell him your name!" The nameless guy glares at Bones for a moment and then looks down at his tray, causing Bones to laugh again. "His name's Scarecrow."

"Why Scarecrow?" Bones gets up, goes to the end of the table, and puts his hands on the side of Scarecrow's head.

"Cause his head he'd be scratchin' while his thoughts were busy hatchin' if he only had a brain," Bones sings, laughing again, this time joined by the rest of the table.

"The boy's so stupid he can't even talk," Big E says as a guard approaches the table.

"Now, Big E, you know better than to make fun of him like that," he says. "If you're gonna tease him, make sure he can actually understand the insult." The table, minus me, starts laughing again as the guard leaves and Bones sits back down. A guy walks up behind me and sniffs my hair.

"What the hell!?" I yell. The guy's eyes widen and he tugs on Bones' jumpsuit.

"What is it, Dog?" he asks.

"'Dog?'" I repeat.

"Yeah, he can figure people out by smellin' 'em. Now, what is it?"

"Fresh meat." Bones glances at me.

"Wait a minute. You mean, fresh meat? As in, he ain't even been ruffed up by the warden?" Dog nods. "Looks like we're gonna have to change all that. Big E, A-Bomb, get him." Big E and A-Bomb do as Bones says. It's then that I notice there are no guards anywhere in the cafeteria.

"FRESH MEAT!" Dog shouts. The commotion in the cafeteria stops altogether and every single person stands up almost at the same time. Scarecrow is the only one who's still sitting, but he's looking around.

"Wait a minute!" I cry. "What're you gonna do to me!?"

"Relax, everybody goes through it," A-Bomb says. "Except I don't think anyone's ever had this many people to deal with." Everyone starts closing in on me. SOMEBODY HELP ME! Where's Sampson when you need him? Bones' fist is raised in the air, but it's grabbed before it can make contact with my face.

"What the hell are you doin', Scarecrow?" Bones asks. Scarecrow says nothing and just looks at me. "Oh, you want the first hit?" Scarecrow nods and steps toward me. He makes a fist, takes a deep breath, and throws a punch . . . in the opposite direction of me. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Bones' nose is bleeding and Scarecrow is just staring at him. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Bones throws a blind punch to try to get Scarecrow back, but he ducks and pulls me to the floor with him, causing Bones to hit a random guy that was behind me.

A fight soon breaks out and Scarecrow crawls under one of th tables. In fear of getting caught in the crossfire, I follow him. Underneath the table, I notice that has a goatee and, despite the fact that he's a big guy, looks timid. Like he wouldn't hurt a fly . . . with the exception of punching Bones in the nose.

"EVERYBODY DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!" Sampson's voice demands. Everything stops all of a sudden and everyone dives on the ground. "Just for that little display of mayhem, all of you go back to your cells! Move it!" Scarecrow is pulled from under the table and, ten seconds later, so am I.

"Uh . . . where should I go?" I ask. Sampson smiles at me.

"We've got a special place just for you." He grabs me by my collar again and drags me out of the cafeteria. As we approach what cell I'm gonna be put in, I hear people laughing. Before I can turn to see exactly who's laughing, Sampson throws me into a cell. "Have fun with your new friend." I stand up and turn to see Scarecrow sitting on the top bunk, glaring down at me.

"Um . . . hi, Scarecrow," I say, trying to be friendly. His glare turns even fiercer as I hear the laughter again.

"Word to the wise, Houdini," Bones calls from his cell, holding a cloth to his nose. "Scarecrow ain't gonna talk to you so it'd be best if you don't talk to him."

"'Houdini?'"

"Yeah. You're the only guy to escape the welcome beating."

"Nice one, Bones," Big E calls from his cell.

"Are they always like this?" I ask Scarecrow. I receive the same glare. "Why don't you answer to your name?" Without warning, Scarecrow jumps off the bunk and grabs me by my collar. "Don't hurt me!"

"Hey, Scarecrow!" Sampson says. "Let him go!" Scarecrow glares at him, lets go of my collar, and climbs back on the top bunk.

"Why would you put me in here with him?" I ask.

"He won't hurt you as long as you leave him alone."

"Houdini don't need instructions on how to deal with Scarecrow," Bones says, throwing the now bloody cloth on the ground. "He can just slip through the cell bars."

"Congratulations, Davis," the desk guy says as he stands next to Sampson. "You've got yourself a nickname."

"I guess I do," I say. "Why does everyone have nicknames anyway?"

"If you have a nickname, it means they like you. So, you'll be less likely to get your ass kicked." I look at Scarecrow and he growls while glaring at the desk guy.

"Alright!" Sampson says. "I know you all don't wanna go to bed hungry so I suggest somebody starts talkin'!"

"That depends on what you wanna know," Bones says.

"Who the hell started that fight!? I want a name!"

"Houdini," Big E says.

"What!?" I exclaim. "No I didn't!"

"You got proof?" Sampson asks. I remain silent. "I guess not. Well, Houdini, looks like you just bought yourself a one-way ticket to Unit F."

"That's cruel and unusual punishment," Fuse says. "You can't send him over there."

"Unless somebody tells me he didn't start the fight, he's going."

"I told you I didn't start the fight!" I point out.

"I meant someone else." Scarecrow suddenly jumps down from the top bunk. "Do you have something to say?" Scarecrow stares at Sampson for a moment before looking at me.

"I think he's asking if you have proof that I didn't start the fight," I tell him. His eyes narrow.

"I know what he's askin'," he snaps.

"Holy shit!" Big E exclaims. "He got Scarecrow to talk!"

"What else can you do, Scarecrow?" Bones asks. Scarecrow is silent again. "Damn. It was nice while it lasted."

"Who started the fight, Scarecrow?" Sampson asks. Scarecrow points to himself. "Fine then. It's off to Unit F for you."

"What the hell are you doin'?" Fuse asks Scarecrow. "You're gonna get killed over there!" All of the cells open at the same time.

"The rest of you go back to the cafeteria," the desk guy says. "And no more fights!" I watch as Sampson and another guard take Scarecrow down the hall and around the corner.

"It was nice knowin' him," I hear Bones say.

"I heard three guards died in Unit F last month," I hear Dread add.

Once we're back in the cafeteria, we all sit in the same places we were in before the fight. Our "food" seems untouched and I can see why. As I push my "vegetable" around with my fork, my mind goes to Scarecrow. What could be happening to him right now? And why'd he take the blame for the fight?

"Hey, Bones?" I say.

"Yeah?" Bones replies.

"What exactly is Unit F?"

"It's like D Block only ten times worse."

"The warden lets guards take prisoners from D Block over there if they need to be punished," Fuse adds.

"'Punished?'" I repeat.

"Yup," Striker says. "Scarecrow might not come back."

"True," Bones agrees. "I'm gonna miss his dumb ass."

"Same here," A-Bomb says.

"Who would've thought we'd hear his first and last words in the same day?" Big E asks rhetorically.

As we all go back to our cells after dinner, I finally figure out that the desk guy is the warden.

"How was your first dinner here, Davis?" he asks.

"It was . . . different," I reply. "Um . . . where's Scarecrow?" The warden smiles at me.

"You afraid to sleep by yourself?"

"No. It's just-"

"Do yourself a favor and don't worry about him, alright?" the warden interrupts as the cells shut automatically.

"But I heard some of the other guys say that three guards died over in Unit F."

"Don't worry about it."

"What if something happens to him? Do you really want another death on your hands?"

"For the third and final time, don't wo-"

"WARDEN HARRIS!" a guard yells, running toward my cell where Warden Harris, as he calls him, is standing.

"What is it?" Warden Harris asks. The guard whispers something to him and his eyes widen. "Shit."

"What's goin' on, Warden?" Bones asks.

"Nothing. Everything's under control." He speaks in a softer tone to the guard. "Get the lights turned out and round up every single prison guard in D Block. You got that?" The guard nods and runs off.

"What happened?" I ask Warden Harris. He stares at me for a long time before the lights go out.

"Don't worry about it, Davis," he tells me as he walks off into the dark.

And that's the first chapter! *cue more animated applause* Review please!