Chapter 3: Inside These Walls
When Tori came to, she felt like she was being watched. Tori groaned as her head started to throb.
"I think she's starting to come to", said a man's voice with a very heavy Austrailian acsent. Tori slowly opened her eyes to see two men starring down at her. She was lying on the concrete floor of the prison the two men shared.
"Where am I?" demanded Tori, slowly sitting up and rubbing the back of her head.
The taller of the two men crouched down beside her, he had pale brownish/green eyes and black hair cut to an extremely short length. "How old are you?" he asked, completely ignoring Tori's question.
"Sixteen", Tori replied as the other man helped her up. The second man, the Aussie, had short and messy dark brown hair with blue eyes.
"What are you doing in here?" the Aussie asked, eying Tori worriedly from head to toe.
"I have no clue", she replied. "I woke up in a field, and a man drove me to town where I got arrested and knocked out. Then I woke up in here".
The younger looking man nodded as he stood up. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Tori, Tori Garwin", she replied shaking each of their hands.
"Well, my name's James Whistler, but please call me Whistler", the Aussie asked as he shook her hand.
Tori turned to look at the other man, she assumed to be American. "Michael", he said simply, shaking her hand as well.
Tori looked at him questionably for a second before a light went off in her head. "Your last name wouldn't happen to be Scofield? would it?" she asked hopefully.
The two cellies exchanged glances. "Yes, why?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I'm dating your nephew", replied Tori smiling up at him.
Michael's eyes grew wide with surprise. "You mean LJ?" he questioned her.
"The one and only", she answered happily. "He's told me a lot about you yah know".
"Did he now?" Michael replied. "What exactly did he tell you?"
"Only that your an ex structural engineire and that you helped to build Fox River State Penitentary". She glanced at Whistler, he looked really confused.
"That's the prison he broke himself and seven others out of", she informed Whistler, who simply nodded as the confusion on his face disappeared.
"So Tori", Michael started, sitting down on his cot. "Since you are the only girl in here, a lot of guys are going to want to get their hands on you". That made Tori blush a dark shade of red. "I think that you're going to have to start acting differently if you want to survive", he explained as he handed her a navy blue zip up hoodie.
She took it and put it on, zipping it up all the way to her neck, she also put the hood over her head pulling her long blonde hair back into the depths of the hood.
"Deepen your voice", instructed Whistler. After clearing her throat, Tori spoke making sure that she sounded like a man...well, a teenage boy at least, but a man just the same.
"How's that?" Tori asked back in her girl voice. In her thoughts she thanked her desceced biological mother for making her take acting and voice lessons.
"Perfect", replied Michael, putting his hands in his jean pockets. "Now walk like a man", he ordered, his face looking serious, which according to LJ, was normal.
Tori walked from end of the cell to the other, matching a man's stride perfectly. "How do you catch on so quickly?" quiried Whistler.
Tori paused for a moment looking from Michael to Whsitler to Michael again. "Acting lessons", she said finally, jamming her hands into the pockets of Michael's hoodie.
"So what now?" asked Tori, excitedly.
"We go outside and say hello", replied Michael as smirk graced his handsom face, and he left the cell, closely followed by Whistler and Tori.