Chapter 2

It seemed like visting day was taking years to get there instead of just a couple weeks. Duncan found himself constantly restless. He was always pacing in the cell or tapping his foot as if he could somehow use the kinetic energy to speed up time. Unfortunately, time kept going by at its regular pace and it was way too slow for Duncan's taste.

Tap. Duncan lay on his bunk, one calf resting on the other leg's knee. Tap. He swung the foot and knocked the hard rubber of his shoe against the equally hard cement wall. Tap. It was so dull in this little cell. Tap. Should he work out? Tap. Should be just lay here? Tap.

"Will you cut that out?!" Caine hissed at him from below.

Duncan paused. "Hmmm?"

"The freaking foot tapping?"

"Oh, was it bothering you?" Duncan smirked. Tap.

"Screw you, Duncan."

Duncan smirked at the ceiling. "Sorry, man. I don't roll that way." From below him, the teen heard a laugh that sounded more like a hyena's cackle than a laugh.

"Who knew I had a freaking comedian for a cellmate?"

Duncan frowned. "Yeah...there's a lot you don't know about me, man."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"I ever tell you how I got sent to Juvey?"

Duncan heard the mattress squeak and could feel Caine staring at him. "Yeah? Why did ya?"

The boy smirked. "That's something I haven't told you."

Caine groaned. "Dude, you really are a prick. Why do you even have a girl that's after you anyway? From what I saw, the girls on that show were pretty hot. Can't picture any of em being desperate enough to get some that they have to resort to you." Duncan ignored him, but Caine continued anyway, seeming perfectly happy to speak his speculative monologue. "Some of them girls weren't that smokin like that Sadie and Staci, this guy ain't a fan of junk in the trunk, but others had it goin on, like your two little pieces of tail. Personally, I think Gwen was hotter. That whole goth bit is sexy as hell and those kinds of chicks always seem to be into some kinky shit. Man, what I wouldn't give to be with a girl like that..." He made a low whistle and Duncan glared at the ceiling.

"Shut up and go to bed already." He rolled over and closed his eyes as the cell lights were shut off with a crackle followed by an amused cackle in the dark.

The days kept on going by at their sluggish pace and Duncan thought he was liable to end up in the crazy room, but really he was so anxious for visiting day there was no way he'd miss it by ending up in a room with rubber walls. He never really realized how repetitive and dull the old criminal life was until he had something he was waiting for. Duncan continued his days quickly growing bored with the pattern he went through each day. The only thing to break it up was every day he worked in the laundry room, every day with Caine, except Wednesday and Friday. His days off he usually just moped in his cell and mentally counted and recounted the days until visiting day.

He had never looked forward to it before. He had only ever had one visitor. Once when Caine's mom visited, who came on nearly every visiting day, had wanted to meet him. She called him 'a sweet boy' and asked him to keep an eye on Caine. Then she had given them each chocolate, Duncan's was shaped like a skull and Caine's shaped like a Scottie dog.

That had made Duncan raise an eyebrow in confusion. Caine had scowled and said one of the things he missed the most in prison was his Scottie dog, Winston. Duncan had burst out laughing, making Caine slug him in the jaw. Of all the names to name your dog? Winston? It had been worth getting slugged to laugh at that name... Some things were worth a little pain to get some satisfaction...

"So today's the day, Dunc?" Caine was leaning on the wall picking at a cuticle.

"Hmmm?" Duncan had just woken up and that was much too hard a riddle for someone who was struggling to escape sleep's sweet embrace.

"Visiting day?" Those two words made Duncan's eyes fly open and his mind to instantly start up.

"What? Already? Are you sure?"

Caine cackled. "Yeah, man. I'm sure. Did you forget already? I thought you were oh so excited for your secret admirer?"

The taller boy swung his legs over the edge of his bunk and hopped down. He felt nervous as all hell, but hoped to high heaven it wasn't obvious.

Apparently, his hopes fell a bit short.

"Man, you're sweating like a whore in church..." Caine cackled putting his hands on his knees as he struggled to breath.

"Look, mama's boy. You better shut up or your mom is going to be greeting a black eye." Duncan nearly growled out the threat.

Caine's eyes widened and he looked almost scared. Duncan sighed and ran a hand through his hair before looking apologetically at Caine. "My bad...I'm sorry, Caine...I'm just wound up so much about this mystery visitor thing..."

Caine's eyes moved back into their normal shape and he nodded. He still looked wary, but didn't look as scared anymore, so Duncan sighed in relief. He reached forward and ruffled Caine's hair as he heard footsteps approaching. "No need to be scared small fry..."

The smaller boy whacked Duncan's hand away and playfully punched his shoulder. "Scared? Of you? As if!" Both boys paused then snickered. They really had grown close enough to be brothers. The only other guy who had ever found a place in Duncan's heart had been DJ. True the guy wasn't younger and smaller like Caine, but he was sweet and kind and both guys had somehow snuck past Duncan's defenses. When Geoff had lost Bunny, Duncan didn't even want to imagine DJ's reaction. He had nearly lost it himself when he had lost scruffy as a kid. Turned out scruffy had simply run off and claimed a corner of the basement. He had been found when Duncan's mom had screamed seeing him. She may be a cop, but bugs still freaked her out. So when he heard Geoff had lost Bunny, he immediately stole a carrot from the kitchen and went into the woods. They weren't all bad days on Total Drama...

"Yo, Pyro!" A guard banged his night stick on the cell bars and gestured to Duncan. "Got a visitor." Duncan and Caine exchanged looks.

"Good luck, man." Duncan nodded and walked to the cell door. The guard regarded him before opening the door and leading Duncan down the hall, a hand clamped firmly on the teen's shoulder to guide him. Caine leaned through the bars and yelled. "Make sure to get a good look at her rack for me!" Duncan rolled his eyes, but felt a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

This was the first trip Duncan had made down this hall. It lead to two areas: the visitor windows and the release area. Neither had applied to him yet for obvious reasons.

The guard strode past the short hall that lead to the release area. Duncan caught a glimpse through the door's small window of a big burly man hugging a petite woman. He had two eyebrow piercings and a sleeve of tattoos that weren't exactly unicorns and puppies and he seemed to be well past his prime, although he didn't seem to be a weak and helpless old man just yet. The woman was pretty, except for an ugly scar that ran from the top of her left eyebrow across her nose down across her face to a little bit off the right side of her mouth, luckily neither of her eyes was in its path. Duncan wondered what she was doing with a man like that in a place like this. She looked so sweet and...innocent. They didn't seem to match. He was staring at her so sadly too, considering he had just been released. The man raised a hand to skim a finger down her scar. She smiled at the gesture and cupped his cheek. It was then that Duncan realized that even though it was an ugly scar...somehow it made her face even more beautiful...

Duncan had known the man from a distance. He had been on a different block, but he had heard what the man had been arrested for: violently beating a man to within an inch of his life. He didn't know the reason. Somehow that had never gotten caught up in the gossip. Then the guard's hand tightened on his shoulder and he stumbled forward as the guard moved him, broken out of his trance as they moved past the hall.

They walked in silence for a few minutes before the guard quietly spoke up. "Ya know, Pyro. The first time you got that letter I was shocked out of my mind that some chick would want you." For a second, Duncan wondered how the guard knew it was from a girl, but then remembered it probably wasn't that hard to find out the sender for security reasons and the envelope had been opened before he got it after all. "But people do stuff for all kinds of reasons. You know that guy that's just getting released? Know how he's famous in here for that vicious beating?" Duncan made a grunt that sounded something like a yes so the guard continued. "Well, when I scanned the report it turned out it wasn't just for kicks. That guy has been in here for nearly ten years for it too. Real shame..." They finally reached the visitor windows and the guard unlocked the door. Another guard was ready to lead Duncan to his window, while several others kept a close eye on the handful of criminals on the block that had gotten visitors.

Before Duncan crossed the threshold, he tturned to the guard that had lead him here. "So, you gonna tell me why he did it?" His voice game out more curious than gruff much to Duncan's annoyance.

The guard looked at him with a sad expression for a long moment before responding so softly only Duncan could hear, not the even the other guard twenty feet away would hear. "That girl that came to greet him? That was his little sister. One night she had gone out to find him because he was late or something and some drunk asshole saw her. He attacked her on her way, gave her that scar with a broken bottle. She's a tiny thing and didn't stand much of a chance although I heard she hit him and messed up one of his ears. Anyway. Her brother was driving home and saw them. He stopped the creep right before he..." The guard cleared his throat glancing at his fellow guard before hurriedly finishing, clearly the story having gotten to him. "I don't know if you saw, but on his arm? There's tattoos of bottles with words like 'regret' and 'guilt' in them. He had been out drinking after she had been so proud of his sobriety...I can tell he's never forgiven himself..."

The teen glanced at the other guard who seemed bored and wasn't even paying them attention. He was texting and based on his fascinating expression Duncan wondered what exactly he was reading or looking at, but he turned back to his guard instead. "Why are you telling me this? There's no point in me having this info. Is the moral even good guys get punished for doing the right thing?"

He stared down at Duncan, seeming disappointed. "No...the moral is don't do stuff that ends you up in here without having a good reason. Don't waste your life in here because you wanted a thrill or got drunk, kid." He clapped Duncan's shoulder before heading off calling over his shoulder. "You're one of the good ones. I don't wanna see you back here without a good reason!"

The bored guard noticed the other guard's departure and quickly shoved his cell phone in his pocket before grabbing Duncan's arm and roughly pulling him into the room and locking the door behind him. Duncan just rolled his eyes. The new guards, usually the younger ones that didn't give a crap, were always extra rough as if acting tough. It was stupid because they were rookies. If Duncan had wanted, he had a perfect shot to club the guy in the back of the head as he locked the door. The guy had a lot to learn. Duncan wasn't that kind of guy, though, so he waited for the guard to finish and lead him to his booths instead.

Each area was divided with walls for privacy. He took it all in since this was his first visit. The teen noticed the wide range of visitors. There were parents and grandparents and a girl with a wedding ring and her hand pressed to the glass as the man did the same thing. One window had a woman with three little kids who looked like they were excitedly chattering into the phone, which made him smile, but also a little sad.

"Seat seven. Sit." The guard roughly shoved Duncan down making him glare up at the guard as he reached for the phone.

"Hey, Duncan..." The soft voice that was suddenly in his ear made Duncan freeze. His every thought was focused on that voice. He didn't even notice the guard walk away, pulling out his phone again. The boy's head slowly turned to the window where he saw a shy smile greeting him on a female face. Long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders.

His eyes widened. "You...you're the one that wrote that letter...?"

Well, there's chapter two guys. Sorry it's been a while. Don't worry, next chapter the speaker will be revealed right off the bat so don't worry! Well...you know the drill guys! Read and review! Thanks!

Oh and one last thing! Soon some of the other cast may appear so if there's any members you guys want to see make an appearance, any pairings, anything happen like that just leave it in your review okay? Thanks guys! See you next time on Total! Drama! Island!(Couldn't help it!:3)