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Chapter 2

Kelly stretched her arms and quickly smoothened out her guard outfit. Why the hell should she wear a skirt when prisoners wore pants? She glanced at Tiffany toying with her handcuffs. Kris brushed her hair back much as she could

Kelly looked at Tiffany one last time. ''Are these too tight?''
Tiffany shook her head, even though they were. They were had been sitting in the back of the patrol car for a little while now

Finally a guard opened the huge front gate and another pair came close to take the two girls away. Sure the plan was great Charlie! Take us all three and throw us in some prison. That's great!

She recalled Charlie's message. ''I received a phonecall from this location. I need you to check it out.''
Tiffany had smiled, being the only one to never experience the inside of a prison. ''So, what are we going to do in there?''
Immediately Kris had put on a panicked face mentally screaming. "NOOO!''

''Kelly.'' Charlie had said with his calm voice. ''You will pose as a guard. Remember. There is only on person in there who will help you but we do not know who it is. She is supposed to meet you on your way in. You will be given a local patrol car. But remember, this person is your only contact with me and... your only way out.''

They had choroused the same way they always did. ''Of course Charlie!''

Little did they know what the prison uniforms looked like. They reminded Kelly of Pine Parish. Now she thought of it, having parted from her friends, Charlie didn't mention what the caller said.

She just stood there, being able to do nothing as two guards dragged Kris and Tiffany away. She felt helpless from the first moment she set foot in there. Little did she know that this was about to get worse.

A tiny young woman at her late twenties hopped her way to Kelly.

''Are you Miss Garrett?'' she asked..

''No, I'm Ellison'' she answered using her fake last name. Then it hit her.

How did she know her last name? Was her cover blown before she had even said a word?

The woman smiled. ''I know. Follow me.'' She nodded her head at the direction the guards took Kris and Tiffany

''They're gonna be okay. I'll keep an eye on them. Now you have to meet the governor, Helen Chambers.

And suddenly Kelly's heart felt light. Of course. She nodded to the woman and followed her into the dark coridor.

Kelly felt apprehensive as she was led through the maze of blank corridors.

Tiffany and Kris were being led ...down...to God knew what... and she was being placed in a position of...what...? Authority? Somehow... she didn't feel all that confident right now. Her contact led her through the next set of doors and then off to her right...and to an abrupt halt. Before them were a set of very wide ornate double doors. Kelly looked up and down the doors. She had seen something similar on the design of 'Il Duormo' in Milan...

"Wait here." The woman told her. She knocked twice, then entered. Kelly did as she was told, and hung back. Her attention was taken again to the ornate carving of the heavy - likely oak - doors before her. Several depictions of the virgin mary were to be discerned...along with various illustrations of all the apostles and of Christ himself. Kelly was at once awestruck and fascinated. What kind of person in this establishment was appearing to self style them self a modern day...Saint?

The answer to her question was about to be answered... the heavy door swung open again and she was admitted entrance.

Kelly walked respectfully towards another ornate piece of furniture in the room. A large antique desk that was very well preserved.

But it wasn't the desk that really struck Kelly but the woman sitting behind it. Kelly hadn't seen such a haunted look on someone in a very long time.

"Hello Kelly." The woman stood up, with difficulty and placed both her hands on her desk . Kelly wasn't sure if this was a display of authority or...was it to gain support for her thin frame?

"Hello ... erm... Mrs.." Kelly faultered, not really knowing how to address her new 'boss'.

"Please... you will address me as 'Governor' within this establishment." The look from her governor made her skin crawl.

The womans pale blue eyes were highlighted by a terrible pallor of skin that made Kelly twitch inside, and the darkest circles under her eyes had Kelly feeling suddenly sorry for what she saw in front of her.

"Please, do not look at me with pity." The Governor told her abruptly.

"I'm sorry Governor."

Kelly felt more than a little nervous under the womans steel gaze. There was almost an aura of sickness about this woman that Kelly found instinctively hard to not show any kind of pity for.

The Governor cut through Kelly's thoughts. "You are here Kelly, because I need ..." she faltered almost imperceptibly in her sentence but then caught herself quickly and continued "... personnel who will follow my instructions without question, to the very letter..and ask NO questions whatsoever. I understand you have this degree of obedience."

"Yes Governor" Kelly responded automatically. But with the best will in the world, she was sure some sign of compassion was displaying itself on her face.

And then Kelly was taken by surprise again when she heard an infant noise from behind her.

She did her best not to turn around but she couldn't resist a peek when the womans glare wondered from her face to somewhere behind her on the room.

She turned her head slowly as she felt the soft brush on clothing on her feet. A small child, possibly no more than one or two years old was struggling to stand there.

A pair of dark brown eyes repayed her glare with interest.

A soft smile formed on Kelly's features but dissapeared as the woman seemed to lock eyes with her. She cleared her throat and and stared at her shoes

The woman stared at the little girl and it was as if somehow she understood something unspoken. She turned around and dissapeared, walking inside a door somewhere in the shadows.

Kelly was surpised at first but then understood that she had no time to worry about something like this... but... this child... reminded her of something...

Anyway. She mentally shook her head

Now it was like the silence of the room dilated like molten metal. It became unbearable for both to hear

The woman spoke first. ''I want you to start now with your duties. Rose will explain them to you one by one. I expect nothing but obedience from you.

Kelly nodded. ''Yes ma'am. Will do.''

The woman sat again on her chair, showing that the converstaion is over. Rose showed Kelly the door. ''Let's go.''she mouthed.

The harsh voice stopped them a second before they closed the door. ''You will receive your equipment on the basement.''

''Yes ma'am.''

As Kelly was led back away from the Governors room, her thoughts began to niggle her. Just what on earth was wrong with this woman? She looked so sick.

She imagined that only someone with a terminal illness could look that sick. Poor woman, Kelly couldn't help but think, as she followed Rose.

The descent towards the basement brought a chill to her. She wondered if this was due to a slight drop in temperature or... her despondent thoughts playing on her mind. Stop it Kel! SHe remonstrated with herself suddenly. This was not why she was here. She needed to focus on the reason for their being their and not get too involved.

Tiffany made a guard pulled her along towards a small door off to the side of she shower room and shoved her with brute force through into an unlit room, slamming the door on her. The slam echoed through her head as she stumbled quite quickly into a wall and fell down. She could see nothing at all in the pitch black, but The towel she had been trying to cling onto lying over one leg. She pulled it up to her chest as she felt a terrible dampness settle over her body. There was probably no point in crying out, she descided. THis seemed to be some kind of isolation cell. For the newbies! She smirked without humour in the blackness. Oh well. It might have been worse... oh yeah Tiff...how much worse could it get? She tried still to keep calm. But her nerves were wound tighter still when she heard a strange gushing sound very close by. She tried to stand up. But was immediately... shockingly...numbingly ...thrown back against the wall and held there by twenty litres of ice cold water pressure per second.

"N-N-N-N...aaahhhhh" Tiffany tried to scream but the words would not form. Her jaw was locked in a grimace she just had no control over. She felt every single square inch of her skin sting as if a thousand wasps were stinging her from the inside out...

"NN-aaaahhh..." Tiffany still tried to force a scream as a normal bodily reaction to the full impact of force of water hitting her, mercilessly freezing her very soul, freezing her very thought... slowly, agonisingly without letup, rushing into her mouth, down her throat. Is this what drowning feels like? The thought squeezed itself through her mind as darkness began to swamp around. The last thought Tiffany had before she slipped into blissful unconsciousness was Kris...

Kris screamed as her breath was forced cut

She choked and screamed, only to allow more water to find its way into her mouth. She paused and closed her eyes, struggling for a breath.

She felt her back beeing pressed against the wall and as a last resort she curled into a ball on the floor.

Her mind, agonizing to cease the pain, ran back to her childhood days when she and Jill would fall into the blue ocean with their clothes on just to cool themelves from the Summer heat.

The memory faded as her lungs screamed for air.

Darkness clawed its icy fingers on her. she could have never imagined that darkness could become even blacker in this hell pit she was thrown now.

She felt her heart thump into her ears as her whole existence was being erased. And then,suddenly, colours started to flick in front of her eyes.

A pale blue shattered in a million little pieces by a blinding white lightning and then... nothing.

For a minute she thought she was floating. Somehow she thought she could actually see herself from above. And immediatelly she felt at her very core how tiny she was.

She was a nothing. And now, feeling everything but fearless she allowed that nothingness to consume her.

One year earlier.

The tall woman struggled with the guard.

''No!'' she screamed. ''It's my daughter in there! You can't-''

Her phrase was cut short by a firm blow on the jaw. Surprised she looked directly in the guard's eyes, without bothering to raise a hand to comfort her burning face.

Then, as the thought sat well into her, her hands set into fists. Her lips closed as her teeth made an effort not to chew themselves. Every muscle in her body intensified. She took in a deep breath and let it out. She kept staring at the guard.

Then without a warning her body shot forward.

Instincts kicked in as she dodged another blow and pushed her opponent's body into the wall behind. She felt it go limp but she did not bother to look.

She turned her head around in a last try to identify the place she was in. She had no memory of how she was brought there, she just remembered trying to stop this person from dragging her. She had not time to think.

She had to get back to where she and her precious daughter parted. But where was it?

She raced at the stairs as an alarm went off.

She followed a dark corridor, lead only by instinct in the darkness.
Then she heard a cry. A cry she would recognise among thousands of others. The cry of this little person that this time needed her.

Just behind this door. Just behind this huge door.

She stuck her hand out to the knob but a firm grip got a hold of her hands.

Totally out of balance she hit the floor with her face and started moving her limbs on all directions, trying to get rid of the person holding her down.

''Get the hell of me!"' she managed to yell but her breath was cut by a gunshot. The cry stopped.

Then it was like she was someone else. She wasn't this. Just in someone else's body. She violently shook the guard off her and heard the sound the impact the floor hitting her head made. A rough crack.

She didn't care anymore of what she did, who was. She didn't' even know. She just fell on that door with every ounce of her strength.

And then in an instant the door was open. And she only managed to see a flash of a short revolver that headed towards her neck.