A blood curdling scream, slipped out. Making the man wince, he hated the sound, though he had grown accustom to it. Memories of his beloved city came flowing back in attempt to drown out the women's scream. The city it self was beautiful, a mess in his time, but beautiful "Paris." he sighed, his peaceful thought was cut through by the women began thrown back into the cell with him. "Nicola, you're still here?" she asked in a low moan.
"Yes, June I am." he sighed sadly at his beaten. "I wanna go back to the Barton hallows." she whispered. "Maybe you will, if kept your mouth closed." he chuckled. "Oh shut up, I know but I can't help myself most times, even more when they talk to you like that friend." She said in a pain filled moan. "June, stopping fighting for me little one, you'll die that way." Nicola sighed. "But if I don't who will in these cells?" June gasped. He smiled. "oh how sad you are, do you have a death wish?" "No, I just wish I could see the stares." she smiled, getting off topic. "You always do." he sighed smiling down at her. "Do you think the Italian man is ok?" June asked suddenly. "I don't know why do you… he was cut off as she sang…
Ain't going back to Barton Hollow
Devil gonna follow me e'er I go
Won't do me no good washing in the river
Can't no preacher man save my soul
Did that full moon force my hand?
Or that unmarked hundred grand?
Ooh underneath the water
Please forgive me father
Miles and miles in my bare feet
Still can't lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
I know the Lord my soul won't take….
In the cell next to there's a soft pain filled voice continued the song.
I'm a dead man walking
I'm a dead man walking
Keep walking and running and running for miles
Keep walking and running and running for miles
Keep walking and running and running for miles
Ain't going back to Barton Hollow
Devil gonna follow me e'er I go
Won't do me no good washing in the river
Can't no preacher man save my soul
"Niccolo?" Nicolas asked.
