A/N- So...yes...hello everyone. Sorry I've not been around and updating. I've been away for a while. I've also, after much consideration, come to the decision to semi-retire from writing. This means that, while I'll still update what stories I can, I won't be doing any new ones, nor will I be a regualr updater. Sorry for this but it's just the way I'm feeling at the moment. To this end here is my latest update for Breaking the Law, hopefully I will update my others soon but I can't promise anything. I hope you will all stick with me and continue to review when I do update. Nearly done with this author note now, two things left to say. Firstly is that I want to recommend a new writer, going by the name of HaroldSaxonPM, his name is actually Jimmy and he's someone I knew back when I was a kid and I've re-connected with him. He's a great writer and a fantastic person, I hope you welcome him like you have me. Finally, I want to say thank you to everybody who has bothered to review my stuff during my time here. I won't say good-bye cause I'm going to try and keep updating, I'll just say, till we meet again.
"So come on, what's the business with Effy?"
Franky asked as she sat down on her bed in hers and Mini's cell, Mini sat down on a old, tattered seat and Sub perched herself on their desk.
"Well, Franky, do you remember the Bristol Butcher?"
Mini asked and Franky nodded, her face screwed up in concentration as she remembered.
"Yeah I remember the Butcher. It was a couple of years ago wasn't it? Load of heavy duty bin bags were found just off the coast."
"That's right and each bag held a load of fucking body parts of people."
Franky paled as she truly remembered.
"Fuck yeah, that's right. I remember being terrified that I'd be the Butcher's next target, Luke said I was silly."
She stated and Mini and Sub exchanged risks.
"Well you weren't really Franky. You remember how there was a massive cry to bring back the death penalty for the Butcher? When the cops finally captured it?"
Franky nodded.
"Yeah I remember, but the judge refused right?"
"Yep, he refused, even under pressure from the PM he refused to. Because the Butcher only killed criminals who'd escaped the so called fucking justice system."
Franky swallowed nervously.
"So….errr, what's he got to do with Effy?"
"Franky, the Butcher is Effy."
Silence reigned in the cell for a moment as Franky paled in sudden fear.
"Your fucking with me yeah?"
Both Sub and Mini shook their heads.
"Nope, the Bristol Butcher is none other than our silent little brunette Effy."
"So…So what happened to Mandy is…?"
Franky couldn't finish the question, couldn't bring herself to say the words. Luckily Mini understood and just nodded.
"Effy got hold of her yeah."
"Jesus!"
Franky muttered, feeling sick all of a sudden.
"Like I said, made Cook throw up."
Silence reigned supreme for a while, Franky was now terrified out of her mind, she was locked up with the Bristol Butcher. Out the corner of her eye Franky spied someone and turned her head to the side, almost dyeing of fright when she saw Effy at the door staring at her. Mini and Sub both reacted when they saw her reaction.
"Franky? What's up?"
Mini asked, turning to the door as well.
"Oh…hey Effy."
Effy didn't even acknowledge Mini, just continued to stare at Franky.
"This is….This is Franky, new inmate."
Mini explained quickly.
"I gathered."
Effy finally spoke and Franky felt a chill run down her spine, Effy's voice was so calm, so without expression or emotion. The brunette continued to stare at Franky for a moment before she walked off. Sub let out a breath she'd obviously been holding in.
"See, told you she don't talk much."
Franky let out a shaky breath and turned her head back to the other two inmates.
"She's not….dangerous anymore is she?"
"Probably, no one ever found out how she got hold of the stuff to restrain Mandy and shit so…."
Mini trailed off as Franky swallowed in fear.
"I'm sure you'll be fine, just don't piss Emily off."
Franky looked out the cell door at the prison she was trapped in and felt as if she was falling with no one to catch her.
"Yeah….sure."
"What the fuck was that earlier Ems?"
Katie spat out as she paced the floor of hers and Emily's cell, Emily sighed as she lay down on her bunk.
"What was what Katie my dear?"
"Getting me to say sorry to that fucking stick insect McGuinness."
Emily sighed again and shook her head at her sister's recklessness.
"Sister dearest, if you picked a fight with everyone that you didn't like you'd be stuck in solitary for ever, you want that?"
"Course not but that blonde bitch just grates on me so fucking much!"
Emily chuckled.
"Patience Katie. Manners are just a part of the rules here as everything else, and what did I teach you?"
Katie sighed.
"Even prisons have rules we must obey."
Emily smiled in satisfaction.
"Correct, it's good to know that something penetrated that noggin of yours."
"Oi!"
"You know I'm just joking with you, where's the others?"
Katie shrugged as she sat down next to Emily's feet, picked them up and started to massage them.
"Fuck if I know, probably in the Gym working out, you know they like to perving of Maxxie."
Emily closed her eyes as she felt Katie massaging her feet, she loved that sensation.
"Hmmmm, what's your take on the new girl?"
"Pfft please. The girl's a small fish in a big pond. Fucking nothing to worry about. More attractive than fucking McGuinness as well."
Emily shrugged.
"I suppose she does have her charm. You going to take her?"
Emily cracked one eye open to see Katie grinning nastily.
"Yeah I reckon so. Give her a week or two to settle in then I'll fucking have her."
Emily grinned nastily.
"Fantastic!"
