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It's been a few weeks. But here's the second dedication.

GreenPokeGuy's Zuncan. Writer of Lost.

"Everyone wake up, it's officially 7am," a loud voice said over the loud speaker.

"Ugh, fucking hate getting up this early," Came a familiar voice. The sound of shuffling feet could be heard everywhere. Coughing, groans, and other noises came and bounced off his ears.

Duncan sat up and stretched, yawning as he felt it was to early to wake up. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and shielded them to get used to the daylight peeking thru the high mounted windows.

When he could see properly, he looked at the wall next to his bunkbed and sighed, "27 days left." Seeing his calendar, it was the third of the current month.

"Ha!"

Duncan growled looking up, "What's so funny CJ?"

His bunkmate looked over the edge, letting his blond hair fall over his head. His piercing green eyes filled with humor. "I only have six days until I'm released."

Duncan rolled his eyes, "And why exactly are you here?"

CJ just smirked as he lowered himself to the floor. "Something way more awesome than blowing up a cottage of that rejected host."

"Yeah, I don't think so," Duncan quirked his unibrow, getting out of bed. "If I recall all you did was hold up a grocery store and nearly blew off the cashiers head."

Just then the metal door slid open so the two could leave their cell. CJ and Duncan exited their cell and joined the dozens of other convicts in the hall on their way to their daily breakfast gruel.

"Meh," CJ shrugged, "thing is I have fewer days left than you. And I was thrown into here eight days after you."

Duncan couldn't care less, "I could still get out early if my bail is paid. Or I'll have a cell to myself for the remaining 21 days I'm still here."

"Unless they find someone else," CJ chuckled, "Let's just hope it's not Reggie."

Duncan shuttered at the thought of that name. "For my sake I do to." He peaked over his shoulder at the other inmates that were walking and saw the figure he was speaking of.

Reggie was about 12 people behind CJ and Duncan. With so many people it should be hard to pin point his spot in the criminal crowd. But nope, the dude was over six feet tall and his bicep muscles were the size of cinder blocks.

With a cringe, Duncan turned back so he didn't have to look at the mass known as Reggie.

"Let's just get through today before making any assumptions," Duncan said.

The crowd followed and entered the dining area where they would eat. Duncan waited in line, waiting for his turn at getting the slop. When it was his turn in line. Burnt toast, mushy oatmeal, and outdated apple juice were thrown onto his tray.

Eating Chef's food was almost like eating this. Bad taste that would last for a long time, but did the job of filling the hunger.

With a look of disgust, he took his usual seat by the only working Tv in the room. Of course was another prisoner sitting in his seat, but with one growl the guy got the hint and went to find another seat.

Duncan sat down and flipped the TV on, hoping to find something interesting on it. Channel of choice, the news network.

CJ not having anywhere else to usually sit sat next to him. "Just saying, the orange juice here sucks."

Duncan looked at his apple juice, "Can't be worse than the apple?"

"Here, smell this," CJ demanded holding the carton to Duncans nose.

With one whiff, Duncans eyes watered and he dropped the remote on the table and pushed the fowl oder away. "For once you're correct."

"Have you ever wondered why no one usually ever gets upset with us for taking this table?" CJ asked, "I'd expect some fight for the best seating."

Duncan shrugged, "Meh. They all saw me on TV and know I may have a soft side for animals, but know I can kick ass if they want to fight."

"Most anyway," CJ corrected, forcing down a spoon full of oatmeal.

Duncan knew what he was talking about. There were in fact some inmates here that weren't afraid of him. Luckilly for the over abundant amount of cameras here, it was rather safe. Only unsafe place were the showers, which is why Duncan prefered to stay unclean, or at least not use any soap.

Plus there was always dinner and lunch time for others to use the television. It just so happened to be Duncan's during breakfast.

Duncan watched the news and heard the weather was supposed to be cloudy, no rain though. Something about a court case in Alberta being delayed and a tornado in the states. Then came the lottery, which he didn't care about.

"Fuck!"

Duncan looked over and saw CJ had said it. "What?"

"I lost!" CJ said waving a Lotto ticket around.

"And how did you get that?" Duncan quirked his unibrow.

"Had it snuck in by one of the guards," CJ said looking off to the side at a dark haired one, who was looking back.

Duncan looked and the guard immediately looked away.

"Lucky," Duncan grunted. He continued to watch the news, but with the sound of voices echoing everywhere, he could barely hear, so he turned the volume up.

After the commercials had finished, the next story was one Duncan definitely wanted to stay tuned for. So he turned the volume up more.

On the screen was a male reporter, in the background were cops and police cars with silenced flashing lights. Yellow police tape surrounding parts of the house in the farther back ground.

"It was only three hours ago this horrific crime occurred," The reporter announced. "No one ever suspected this quiet urban home to be the place of fowl play. At around 4:30 this morning, an unknown assailant entered through a window on the first floor and made his way to second. Where he brutally murdered a man in cold blood. The victims girlfriend got away with no harm. It seems the boyfriend was the intended target and had no position to harm her. Names are being withheld for now, until we receive further information."

Duncan turned the volume down when they started talking about sports.

His eyes stared straight down at his plate, words going through his head.

"Did you know that place?" CJ asked, noticing Duncan's quick change.

"I did," Duncan admitted, "Not personally, but I've seen pictures of it."

Before CJ could ask who he knew at that residence. Someone came over and snatched the remote from Duncan. Turning the news off and turning it to another channel.

Duncan jolted in fear from the sudden action. But it immediately subsided when he saw what happened.

"Tony, how many times have I told you mornings are my time," He stood up and snatched the remote back.

Tony growled to, as he snatched it back , "My show's on. You know I always watch it at 8am."

Duncan crossed his arms, looking down at the unusual t-shirt Tony was wearing. It was dark blue with some weird looking yellow creature. It had pointed ears with black tips, red circles on it's cheeks, a small triangle nose, and a lightning bolt shaped tail.

"Ugh, yeah!" Duncan replied. "I forgot your weird obsession with that ridiculous show."

"Hey," Tony shouted, "Poke'mon is not ridiculous. It's a way of life."

Duncan rolled his eyes, "Whatever! Just don't go crazy again when it's over." He grabbed his tray and CJ followed so Tony could watch his show.

"I think that guy should be locked up in the looney bin instead," Duncan commented to CJ, looking back at said man. Whom was now singing the theme song of the show he was watching.

"Do we sit at our second usual seat?" CJ questioned. Looking to see people already sitting at it.

Duncan shook his head, "Not with him," motioning to the tallest guy at the table. "Rather not be anywhere near Reggie."

"Lets sit over there," He pointed out a finger.

Before CJ and Duncan could start over to where Duncan wanted to sit. They heard a deep orotund voice. "Hey you, Mohawk boy, get over here."

Duncan nervously gulped as he turned back. "Me?" He pointed to himself.

"Yeah you?" The voice boomed, coming from the one person he didn't want it to be from. Reggie!

Duncan nervously walked over. CJ decided it be best not to follow. So he skedaddled.

"What can I do?" Duncan asked him.

"Do you have what you owe me?" Reggie demanded, holding out his over sized hand.

Duncan gulped again, "I uh, couldn't get any this week."

Reggie shook his head, "This is the third week in a row you've skipped out. You know what I said I'd do last week if I didn't get my smokes."

Duncan started to sweat, never feeling this sort of fear ever in his life.

"Do you want option 1 here or option 2 at four?" Reggie leaned on his knee with his elbow, showing a grin.

"Um, for once I'd like to take a shower peacefully," Duncan said, "So I'll take option 1."

Reggie smirked wider. Grabbing Duncans tray and shoving it into another's inmates arms.

"Beat em," One of his friends said.

Reggie stood up and grabbed Duncan by the front of shirt. "Pick a number between 10 and twenty." He asked one of the guys sitting at the table.

The guy thought for a moment and smiled wide, "How bout 18?"

"18!" Reggie said back, "Sounds great."

He put his hand into a fist and raised it back, preparing for the first hit.

Duncan closed his eyes and turned his head. Awaiting the hit to his face.

SMACK

"Ugh!"

Duncan fell to his feet. He opened his eyes to see that Reggie had let him go, to his surprise. He also saw brown mushy stuff on his face.

"Ugh," Reggie growled, wiping oatmeal from his face. He glared at the cause of the throw.

Duncan turned to see who his savior was. To his surprise again it was his cellmate, CJ.

"Duncan, run!" He ordered.

"What are you doing?" Duncan yelled.

CJ ignored his bunkmate as he threw more oatmeal at Reggie. Who got the handful of it to his face.

"You're deadmeat!" Reggie threatened, taking a tray from the table and dropping it's contents onto the ground.

CJ threw some more oatmeal before shouting, 'Food fight!' before skedaddling away.

Reggie ducked and it missed him. But he was unable to dodge a random one from some random prisoner. Now with the entire cafeteria were throwing mushy oatmeal, burnt toast, and random expired juice at each other.

He wiped it off and saw the fleeing CJ through the mesh of flying food. He turned and glared at Duncan. "I'll deal with you at four." He then ran off, metal tray in hand.

Duncan turned and hoped his friend/bunkmate could stay out of that guys clutches. He took a second to wipe oatmeal off his shirt before he got pelted in the face with a piece of toast.

Before he could wipe the crumbs off his cheeks. He felt his arm being grabbed and felt himself being lead away from the cafeteria.

He turned to see it was one of the guards.

"Where are you taking me?" Duncan demanded, turning back and seeing CJ get cornered by Reggie and a few of his goon friends. "I have to save CJ!"

"The guards will do their best to break up the food fight," The guard grunted, "they'll keep who ever that is safe, hopefully."

Duncan grunted back in response as he followed. "What do you want?"

"Warden has requested to see you," The guard replied, "Something about good and bad news."

Duncan quirked his unibrow, "Hmm."

As Duncan made distance between the cafeteria. The sound of the prisoners voices faded away.

So the guard led Duncan to the Warden's tower. He pushed Duncan into the office and closed the door. "Warden should be in in five."

Duncan watched as the door closed and felt a cloud of dust hit his nose. With a good pinch of his nose, he resisted the sneeze.

He walked over and sat in one of the black leather chairs in front of the desk. The walls were a pail white. On the wall behind the desk were two giant windows that went from about a foot from the floor to nearly five feet from the ceiling. In the middle of the two was a portrait of a man that looked like he lived back in the 1930's. On a plague that read, 'Walter Geraint. 1897-1952,' was at the bottom of the painting.

"Must have been the first warden?" Duncan pondered aloud.

"That's right!"

The warden walked in and dropped down in his seat. Placing both his hands on to the desk as he looked at Duncan. The warden looked to be in his late thirties-to early forties. He was wearing a blue suit with a red tie. His hair was thinning, but was mostly intact, it was very dark.

"Mr. Duncan," He began, "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

"Ugh, I guess the good?" Duncan inquired. Rubbing the back of his head, not knowing anything of what was about to be said.

"The good news I have is that your getting bailed out," The Warden replied. "So your twenty seven remaining days will be cut significantly."

"Who...when?" Duncan asked, very flabbergasted. He had no idea this was what he'd be told.

"I can't say who paid for your freedom yet," The warden answered, "Just know that when your free. You have to stay away from Chris and all his property until his restraining order is lifted in a year. Other than that though, the only thing you'll have is an official record."

"Was that the bad news?" Duncan asked.

"No, the bad news is the paper work won't be submitted til tomorrow, so you'll have to spend one more night here," the Warden sighed.

He was now sitting alone in the cafeteria. The place was clean of all the food that had been splattered on it the day before.

He was hunched over, facing away from the table. Hands together and resting on his knees. His thumbs stretched upward as they wrested his forehead, a sigh coming from him.

It was now the day he was about to be freed from this prison, literally. He just had to await the warden to bring the person who paid his bail.

The night before was very ruff. The sleep was very uncomfortable. Mainly since he couldn't lay on his back because of...certain issues dealing with his...lower half. He really disliked method two when it came to Reggie and it didn't even start with the soap this time.

Also he had something different with his face. Which was remarkably noticeable, which was his black eye. He rubbed his aching eye, which throbbed like crazy when touched. Reggie had one amazing right hook.

Luckilly a black eye was the worse of his injuries. He spent the night alone in his cell last night. No CJ to keep him company, Duncan never did know what specifically happened to him.

He heard the sound of a throat clearing and he lifted his head up. He saw the warden and someone he did not expect to see in a million years. But he watched the news yesterday and it kind of made sense. Though it was weird to see this person here.

"Zoey!" Duncan asked.

She weakly smiled followed by a wave.

"I'm going to get the rest of his release ready," The warden said, "You should catch up until then." He walked off.

Zoey walked over and sat down in front of him.

Duncan spun around to come into eye contact with her.

"Nice black eye," Was the first thing she said. "How'd you get it?"

"Dude popped me," Duncan replied. Still trying to get over how and why Zoey had bailed him out.

Zoey nodded, looking as if she was wondering how to approach her own words.

"Sooooo..." Duncan began, "Thanks for the bail."

She looked at him, "No problem, I just wish I could have been here sooner." She sighed, as her eyes fell to the table. Holding her thumbs together.

Duncan could tell something was definitely troubling her.

"How's Mike?" Duncan asked.

"Um...he was alright," Zoey said, Duncan seeing she tensed up a bit from the sound of those words.

"Was?" Duncan questioned.

"I suppose you watched the news yesterday?" Zoey asked, taking a deep breath.

"How'd you know?" Duncan asked, "Cause I did. Nothing usually on though."

"Well, I think you know what I'm talking about when you remembered a specific house on one of the news channels stories," She said to him.

Duncan didn't know what to say, so all he did was nod. So he let her continue.

A few moments of silence go by. Zoey trying to think of how tell Duncan of her situation. Which the later saw was troubling her tremendously. So he let her take her time in explaining.

After a few minutes she spoke.

"Well, Mike was...murdered," Zoey finally said.

Duncan gasped, nearly falling out of his seat. "How?"

"Someone snuck into his house early yesterday morning and slit his throat while he was asleep," Zoey teared up. She brought up and clutched her knees. A tear or two escaping her eyes.

"Do the cops know who?" Duncan asked, trying to let the shock wear off. Which wasn't happening soon.

"No!" Zoey said in a quiet voice. Her eyes drifting to the side. She waited a moment or two before she spoke some more. "They think it was someone Mal used to know. Getting even sort of speak for something the ex personality did while he was in control."

"Oh, my gosh," Duncan said, hand on his forehead, leaning back. "I knew Mal was bad. Didn't ever figure he had people out to harm him."

Zoey rested her head on her knees, more tears now falling. "I didn't know. Mike never said anything about his past. He was just so secretive."

Duncan rested his head on his hands, looking down at the table. "I guess he didn't really know either. Since he barely, if ever remember what happened when ever one of them took over."

Zoey just sighed as she wiped a few tears away.

"All we can do is wait for the whatever evidence can be gathered," Duncan hoped.

Zoey nodded, as she lowered her feet back to the ground. She sniffled once before she cleared away the last of her tears."Anyway, the police didn't know what to do with his money."

"He didn't spend any?" Duncan asked.

"He spent a couple hundred," Zoey said showing Duncan a beautiful necklace around her neck. "But he said he wanted to save most of it. But when he passed, the cops didn't know what to do with it. So they gave it with me."

Duncan nodded as he understood. "So you paid my bail?"

She nodded. "It was only $100k."

"How come?" Duncan asked curiously.

"I remembered how nice you were at the end of All Stars," Zoey said, "But you had to pull that mistake and end up here."

"Not my best idea," Duncan sighed, resting his elbow on the table.

"So I decided to use part of the money to help you out," Zoey added, "In hopes we can both start off with a bran new start."

Duncan was over taken by her generosity. He had no words he could speak.

The Warden came back and waved for them to come with him.

They followed and a few hours later. Duncan stepped outside of the prison. For the first time in nearly five months.

Zoey stood next to Duncan in the parking lot. He had his duffelbag which they confiscated, but gave back.

"Thanks Zoey," Duncan appreciated.

Zoey smiled back. "I think we should stop by Gulliver road."

"What's Gullver road?" Duncan asked.

"And old friend wants to see you," Zoey replied, with a wink. She got into her car.

Duncan not knowing's what that meant, followed suit. With that, the car drove away from the place Duncan was trapped in for nearly six months.

Dedications will continue next chapter.

Next dedicated author will be ChloeRhiannonX

Hope you liked it GreenPokeGuy. Your amazing and you know it.