Chapter four

Katt walked into her cell sitting down on the cold cot that was just positioned under the small window that allowed a small amount of sun in. Sometimes when the moon light reflected from it and hit the floor it looked like a monster because of the blades of grass, but sucked her lower lip. She replayed the events on the day while rubbing her wrists.

Bellick had escorted her back to her cell and like usual cuffed her too tightly she had marks staying on her wrists because of him. He had felt her up when removing her Y-Cuffs as well. She hoped he didn't think she noticed because if he did he was more stupid then she assumed, But then, Emma's mom always taught her never to assume because it made an ass of you and me. She lent back and whacked her already damaged head on the wall. "Ow." She rubbed her head. Her mind flashed back a clip of a loud bang and a lot of yelling. Her eyes moved around the room fast before she moved laying back.

It was hard for her to put faith in a person she didn't really know, Michael Scofield made it hard to know what was going on, but then Katt felt scared, she was afraid to get closer to her friend knowing that she will be leaving her behind, she wasn't sure where she was going to go when on the other side of the bars.

Katt finally laid down on the cot, her heads rested behind her head while her thoughts kept running a mile a minute, it wasn't easy for her to put faith in another human being, it wasn't like her to be doing the things she was.

Closing her eyes Katt felt the moment flashing before her eyes, she remembered the flashing lights, police sirens, and the darkness of the back ally where she was cornered. Katt was standing there, only her gun and her wits, she held it behind her back trying to keep calm. The office had followed her, should knew a dirty cop when she saw one, but his eyes looked hungry, the kind when Katt would feel her heart pulsing in her throat.

"Why hello there…" his voice was sickly sweet as he slowly made an advance towards Katt.

Her eyes narrowed darkly. "What?" She asked in a calm voice. Well it would have been calm if it wasn't for the fact nerves and anger was rising it her.
"Pretty that isn't any way to speak to a police officer." He laughed. His hand pressed against the wall near her face.
Katt pressed her back against the wall feeling the cold steel on the gun in her left hand against her bare skin as she wore a thin t-shirt. Her eyes reflected darkness covering the fear.
"Get away from me." Katt stated she swallowed it was painful her throat was total dry. She craved water.
"Looking for a good time?" He was grinning.

His voice echoed in Katt's mind as she jumped awake, the cell had gone dark but she didn't feel alone, her eyes scanning the cell, but it was pointless to try and make anything out.

"Hello!" She called into the darkness feeling stupid, but then her eyes quickly snapped around her.

"Hey, are you alright in there?" It was Lincoln's voice smooth and calm coming from somewhere. Katt lightly swung her legs around trying to figure out where his voice was coming from.

"Nightmare…" her answer quick, but her eyes still scanned until she could make out the small drain pipe by her feet. Quickly she was by the little drain holding her hands each side of it, it was dark, but she wanted to hear his voice again.
"You sound scared…" He finally replied as Katt snorted to herself, she wasn't scared, her eyes staring down at the ground, her heart pounding hard in her chest.

"Not scared, never scared." she let out a laugh before pushing the thoughts from her head.

Lincoln sitting in his cell rolled his eyes. He 'never' got scared either.
"Oh I see." He said his eyes scanned the darkness of his own cell.
Katt doing the same again her eyes adjusted faster then she expected. But when you run around in the dark for a long time you see things faster. It was also probably why she needed thick tinted sun glasses in the bright sunlight other wise her eyes would start watering and not stop. She rubbed her eyes as a reaction of thinking about her eyes watering. "So... How are you?" She asked after a minute she laid next to the pipe.
"Is that a serious question?" Lincoln asked, he shifted his weight as he moved on the cold floor, his eyes had adjusted, but he missed the light, he hated being alone in a cell with only his next door cell mate as company.

"Yes… I want to know…" Katt snapped, but her voice wasn't as cold as it normally was, she took a deep breath while waiting for Lincoln to talk.

"I'm worried about Michael," he started trying to think of what else to say, he didn't want to give too much away, but he kept talking. "I was thinking about that Female nurse." his voice getting calmer.

Katt was now moving around, her eyes snapped to the drain hearing him say the last thing, "Female, does she have brownish hair with bright greenish blue eyes?" Katt asked quickly, her hands gripping on the blanket she now wrapped around herself.

"Yeah, that's the one!" Lincoln felt a smile, he hated to keep thinking of her, but it was hard not to.

"She's Emma; I went high school with her." Katt then sighed again; finally able to think and talk about something that didn't make her feel completely sick.

"Did you?!" Lincoln asked quickly. He felt pretty jealous, but wasn't going to be giving that information away.
"Yeah ... We were ... Best friends." Katt lent against the wall feeling dizzy as the blood rushed back to her head.
"Were?" Lincoln asked, he didn't know either to be sympathetic, or aggressive about this piece of information, but waiting for a response.

"Well we kind of went our different ways." Katt's voice was low, she didn't want to remember why they stopped talking, maybe it was just the fact Emma always had the hopes and aspersions to do something with he life, while Katt didn't car what happened. Katt was done trying to put puzzle piece of her past back together, but it was all she had to think about in the darkness alone.

"Bummer…" Lincoln sighed trying to think what it must have been like for them, but then it was like the same story of him and Michael. Michael moved up in the world, and Lincoln just stayed behind.

The room was quiet, too quiet but neither of them wanted to fill in the silence as they both were doomed to think of the things they most regretted.

Katt was rubbing her face with her hands. It started to rain outside
and you could hear the thunder starting. Katt curled up into herself.
Closing her eyes she remember;
"EMMA!" She was laughing while pulling candy from her pocket.
Emma gave her a serious and dark look. "Seriously!" She snapped.
"Relax no one saw!" She giggled.
"Katt! When will YOU GROW UP!" Emma hissed pushing the candy Katt had stolen from the gas bar off the table.

Katt rolled on her side seeing she was now on the cot, her eyes staring into the darkness she could hear breathing, she could feel the hand brushing up her thigh, she twisted her hand into a fist, but someone grabbed it hard forcing her into the cot roughly. Katt went to scream, but another hand cover her mouth, her eyes searching in the dark to see the face of her attack, but before she knew what hit her the room went fuzzy, her vision blurred before finally she passed out.
Katt felt herself sinking into a dark pool of water. In darkness she was telling herself to wake up. To snap out of it before she got killed. She fought. She knew she was blacked out but it was like she felt everything... The pain, the voice ... She tried mentally slapping herself awake but she failed.
The Figure was smirking while he finished undressing the tiny pixie in front of him. With dark expression it could be seen even in the mist of the black cell. He had been taking to do this for a while now and he had the chance. Thank you Pope for Death Row Duty. He grabbed her hair pulling it at while he started to fulfil his sexual fantasy he had been planning every night for a while.