Italics are thoughts. Thanks to HouseOfGlass for your review. I'm guessing the grammer is for the way Naddia speaks? She has an Irish accent. Its the way I and most Irish (Depending on what county your from) pronounce our words. If so I'll try clean it up. :)
Chapter 2.
Rebecca Madsen was bored. She'd been here an hour waiting on Doc. She wish she hadn't rushed over so quickly after he called her with some big news.
I wonder what's the big news? Why couldn't he just tell me over the phone?
Soon Doc was races down the stairway leading down into the underground room under Alcatraz.
"Oh good, your here"
"I've been here an hour Doc, what's the big news?"
"Really? Sorry I was on my way over and traffic was being a pain in the ass and I had to do sometime... But that's what I got to talk to you about!"
"Traffic?"
"No! What I seen in traffic!"
Rebecca smiled.
Cars? It must be important if he's all excited and serious at the same time.
"I saw, what I think is, a 63. And this 63 isn't the same as our usual crowd"
"What do you mean? He's more dangerous?"
Doc hurries over to his computer and starts typing. Rebecca watches the screen. An image of a very young man with a girlish face. He has short hair tuked under his cap. A side fringe of brown peeks out at the side. His eyes a very light bright green.
"Samuel James Carroll born December 1945. Died July 1975."
"Sam Carroll was Prisoner 2224#. His cell was beside Petty. He came here in May 61. He was Irish, an Irish Blue Blood. Warden James let him have two privaliges that Carroll was allowed choose. He choose to shower privatly and to be able to draw freely."
"So he was of Irish Royalty"
"Yeah, he also had a twin sister named Tammy"
Where's he going with this?
"There's something weird about Sam."
"What his killings?"
"No Sam only killed one guy. See Sam was five years old when his family came to America. The Irish Royals were kept secert. Irish people were sick of English rule and didn't want anyone ruling Ireland. You know they had their own war of independence. So when the Irish found out Sam's parents were kicked out of the country and brought here where they became rich on oil. Sam and Tammy were left in Ireland with a friend of their parents. The friend beat the kids and nearly killed Tammy. Sam and Tammy lived with this until they were 15 and their parents came to save them. But Sam killed this guy the day before they left Ireland to come here"
"So Samuel was caught and was brought here?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't Sam go to prison in Ireland"
"Because the Irish didn't want him back"
"So what's so weird about him?"
"The day Sam went to Alactraz, Tammy went missing and was never seen again or so everyone thought"
"Huh?"
"Today I saw a '63. I always had a theory on Sam Carroll and the disapearence of his sister Tammy. See Tammy was always drawing and had talent. Sam couldn't draw. Sam couldn't even read or write but once he got to Alactraz he could."
"So he was taught here?"
"No. Don't you get where I'm going?"
"You think Sam is Tammy"
"YES!"
"Doc, that's impossiable"
"I used to think so myself until I took this picture today in traffic."
Doc quickly fumbled in his pocket of his shirt and pulled out his cell phone. He opened the file on his phone that stated Images and clicked on the latest image and shoved it in Rebecca's face.
Rebecca looked at it closly.
In the photo was a slim girl with bright light green eyes framed with dark lashes. Her straight chocolate colour hair was to her waist. In the photo she is tuking her chocolate coloured side fringe behind her ear. She was wearing green demin shorts, black converse to her ankles and an black tank top.
Rebecca looked up to the screen again and back to the image.
"It can't be" she whispered shocked.
"Another '63" Doc agrees and nodding slightly.
"We got to call Hauser. Any idea of where she could be going? How dangerous she is?"
"She'll properly go back to the old mansion but its been desurted for twenty years now. I don't know how dangerous or if she is dangerous"
Rebecca takes out her cell phone and quickly finds Hausers number in her contacts and presses call.
She sighs. An unknown 63.
Hauser won't like this.
Earlier that day...
Tammy looked around the field where she had waken up in confusion. She didn't know how. Her body was wet with dew.
She looked around confused. Why isn't she at Alactraz? Why is she outside? What happened?
She stood up. She was still in her alactraz uniform. Even her grey cap was still on her head, hiding her long hair.
"Where am I?" She asked herself as she picked herself up and tried wiping away some leaves that had stuck to her clothes.
She took a closer look at her surroundings.
Oh god what if I died?
Tammy asked herself, suddenly frightened.
I never even got to say good bye to Slylvane... Paxton... Webb... Fuck man!
Spotting a fence she raced over and climbed it. She sprinted down a dirt path and soon found herself in a small neighbourhood. It must have been too early in the morning for anybody to be up yet.
Cops will be lookin for me, I gotta ditch these clothes
She thought quietly to herself.
She walked behind the houses and the tall fences that gaurded the houses back yards. She saw a clothes line in one. A small white house with blue shutters. She climbed the fences and jumped into the yard. Before she could grab anything off the line the glass french doors open. A little girl about seven walked out with a basket under her arm.
"Shite" Tammy muttered.
She rushed off to hide at the end of the garden. She slipped behind the small bushes that covered small areas of the garden.
"MEEOW!"
As she raised her foot she saw a small white cat hissing and growling at her. Tammy had stood on the poor sleeping cat, that was trying to keep dry from the nights rain after it was acciently locked out.
"Puddy? Is that you?"
The little girl ran up to the bush and started looking for the cat. She isn't looking when she pulls Naddia's hat.
The little girl examined the hat, wondering how a hat got in a bush in the first place. Tammy reached out and grabed the hat and pulled it back into the bush and pulled it back on. Her long hair not tooked into her hat anymore.
The little girl, now even more bewildered looked into the bush and saw a now messy looking Tammy.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"Ehh.. Tammy"
"What are you doing in that bush?"
"Hidin"
"Ooh are you playing hide and go seek? Can I play? Please!"
Tammy raised her eyesbrows.
Was I like this when I was little?
Tammy smiles.
"Sure but could ya do me a favour first?"
The excited little girl nodded. The little girl hadn't had a friend to play with in ages.
Her dad was agaisnt it ever since her Mam had died.
"Would ya get me some clothes? I can't really play in me uniform"
"What type of uniform is It? Is it a school uniform?"
"Yea.."
"Come on in.. You can wear some of Mommy's old clothes! And you can see my room! But we have to be quiet because Daddy's asleep"
The little girl held tightly on Tammy's wrist and pulled her into the house. They queitly walked threw the house and tip toe up the stairs. The little girl pulled her into a pink and white room. There was princesses and knights and fairies and ponies everywhere.
"I'll get some of Mommys old clothes, stay here"
The little girl ran off out of the room. Tammy's wondering eyes scan the room. Her eyes linger on a photo on the bedside locker. In the photo was the little girl with who must be her parents in the picture. Underneath the photo on the frame, embedded into the frame was Chloe, Mommy and Daddy.
The little girl suddenly jumped back into the room holding some shirts and shorts with a sandwhich in her hand.
Smiling Tammy took them.
"Thanks"
"You can use my bathroom" the little girl said excitedly running towards a door and opening it, exposing the pink tiled bathroom.
"Uhh.. Okay" Tammy said quickly, shocked at the idea of a toliet in your own house.
Only when Tammy had the sandwhich in her hand had she realised how hungry she was. She quickly made her way into the bathroom and changed into green shorts and an black tank top.
As Tammy left the bathroom she saw the little girl playing with dolls on her pink bed.
"I should properly get going.. I'll see ya around though" she said as she made her way towards the door.
"But.. But.. You said you'd play with me"
Tammy whinced. She wasn't good with little kids or little girls. She'd always been a tomboy.
"Ehh alright. One game. What do you want to play?"
Chloe the little girl smiles.
"Can we play dress up?"
Shaking her head Tammy refused.
"Hmmm... Ooh we can play with my Bratz"
"Bratz?" Tammy asked confused.
Bratz? What does she mean? Last time I heard that word it was used as an insult.
"Yeah.." Chloe waves the dolls in her hands frantically.
"Ooh.. Alright"
This child was starting to really confuse Tammy.
"Why don't we play hid and go seek?" Tammy sugguested really not understanding the point of imagioning these big headed girls with tiny waists to talk and play.
"Okay. You hid I'll seek"
Tammy smiles as the girl shuts her eyes tight and counts.
"One.. Two.. Three..."
Tammy opens the door and sneaks down the stairs. She hears noises in the sitting room.
"Chloe is that you?" A male's voice called and stepped out of the sitting room and into the hall.
Tammy had no time to hide. She stood with wide shocked eyes at the equally as shocked young man.
He looked aboout in his early twenties with bronze hair and blue eyes.
"Who're you?"
"Ehh... A friend of Chloe's?"
His eyes widen with shock horror.
"What have you done to my daughter?!"
"Nothing! She's upstairs! She's playing!"
"Who are you? Where's Chloe?!"
"Look I was walking by when she saw me and asked me to play with her! I swear! Do I look like someone who would hurt your daughter?"
"I don't know.. All murders or child kidnappers come in all shapes and sizes"
"Tell me about it" she muttered thinking back to her time in Alcatraz and having Jack telling her the Prison food chain and who was who and who to stay away from.
"Just give me back my daughter!" He screamed. "She's all I have"
"Chloe!" Tammy yelled up the stairs.
"I have to find you" she shouted back down in a sing song voice.
"Chloe get down here" her father nearly screamed.
Chloe was confused.
Why's Daddy yelling for?
She quickly made her way down the stairs and stood on the last step and looked at the two adults infront of her.
"Chloe did you let a stranger into our house?"
"She's my friend! We were playing"
"Are you hurt?" He asked walking over to her and pulling her into a hug.
"Nope"
Tammy's throat was tight as she watched him hug his daughter. She remembered her father used to do that. Where was he now? Where was her mother? This was the first time she had ever thought of them. The last time she saw them was the morning she came to Alcatraz. Thinking she was Sam.
"I'll go"
"Don't go, we havnt finished playing" Chloe begged.
Tammy glared at Chloe's father.
"She's desperate for a friend. Can't you see that?"
Chloe sniffed. Sad that she'll be alone until school on Monday.
"Bye Chloe. I might see ya around"
Tammy walked out of the house and kept going down the street until she reached the city of San Fransco.
The sun was shining and the weather was warm. There was a lot of traffic as she walked the path. Her eyes wide with shock as she saw everything. There were strange looking cars in all colours. There were people walking by dressed strange, people talking on something in their hand.
You won't get this is Connamarra.
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