Okay this idea wouldn't leave me alone, I can't decide whether to continue it or not but I just had to get this out of my system.
This is a crack!ship turned OTP and I just can't stop thinking about it.
Hope you enjoy and please review I love reading them.
Balthazar Roche was pissed, and not in the good way. 20 years! Twenty-fucking-years in prison. How the hell did that happen? You only get that kind of jail time if you murder someone, not for fucking stealing a few things here and there.
He was sitting on a bus, surrounded by criminals eyeing him up as if he is a piece of meat, wearing the most horrible one piece jumpsuit that was the most hideous shade of orange.
Thinking back on the court trial it may not have been the best idea to let slip the encounters he had had with the judges wife but he was still a little drunk from partying the night before to really consider the kind of shit that was coming out of his mouth.
And the worst thing of all was that he wasn't even in England. He was in fucking Texas.
He stared out the window of the bus he was on, hoping that at some point someone would jump out with a camera and say the whole thing was a joke but so far he has had no such luck. The scenery to the prison was bare and boring, he was sweating buckets and no matter how many times he asked, the guards would not turn up the air conditioning: the bastards. He looked around at the other soon-to-be prisoners and tried to decipher why they were on this bus.
He didn't recognise any of the others and wondered to himself if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It could be good because at least he doesn't have to worry about them trying to kill him in his sleep for something he may have done to them at some point or it could be bad because he has no idea what they are capable of. Either way he was screwed.
He tried to think about what his family would think of him now. He wasn't close to his family and they probably had no idea that he was about to start a twenty year prison sentence. Strangely enough he felt nothing; no regret, no heart-ache over possibly never seeing them again, nothing. He was entirely emotionless and that should probably have scared the living crap out of him but once again he felt nothing. Maybe prison wouldn't be too bad after all.
He looked back out of the window and could see a large fence coming into view with what looks like an old mansion like building with newer blocks, three-story's tall, connected together and to the mansion. The bus stopped at the metal gates to the prison and the guards stood up with their guns ready just in case anyone tried to bolt. Even though they were chained together one of the younger, thinner and more innocent looking of the prisoners tried to run off the bus. The guards got him just after he tripped up on the chain. He disappeared for a bit and when he came back he had a few bruises and cuts that weren't there when he left.
The gates finally opened up and the bus moved slowly inside a metal fenced area where the bus stopped and the doors opened. There were two dozen extra guards standing outside the bus and a few guards along the top of the wall surrounding the place. The guards told the prisoners to stand up and Balthazar did, slowly.
They walked with their hands cuffed and legs chained together out of the too hot bus into the too hot outdoors with the sun's heat directly blaring down on them. Balthazar squinted at the sun before turning to face forward like the other prisoners. The guards led a formation with two at the front two at the back and the rest surrounding the sides. They entered through the front door to the mansion but were immediately led straight through to the back where they were unchained from each other but still cuffed. They were then split into four groups and each group was told to follow a specific guard.
Balthazar remained silent as he was handed a bag with shampoo, soap, a toothbrush, another orange jumpsuit, white t-shirt, a towel and a comb. Along with three other prisoners the guard led Balthazar down a hallway to one of the cell blocks. All the other prisoners were watching as Balthazar and the other 3 men were taken to their cells.
Balthazar was last and when they reached his cell, on the second floor on the far right side of the cell block, the guard opened the cell door. Balthazar deposited his new belongings on the empty bottom bunk. The guard closed the door and Balthazar placed his hands through the bars to get his cuffs off.
He rubbed his sore wrists that had red rings around them and then turned around to find his cell mate had silently jumped from the top bunk down on to the floor behind him and was now towering over him.
"You must be my new cell mate, what's you name gorgeous?" The tall, strawberry blonde with baby blue eyes asked.
"Balthazar, Balthazar Roche." Balthazar replied after he finally found his voice.
"I'm Lucifer Pellegrino and I think we are going to get along just fine if you follow my rules, break them and your life will be a living hell. Now any questions?"