"Hey dad, watch this!"
"Maylie!"
"What did you think about that?"
"Maylie, god you gave me a heart attack! I thought you were going to be seriously injured."
"So I scared you?"
"A lot, yes."
"Good, now we're even for scaring me today."
He grinds, shaking his head; she laughed while he helped her to her feet."
Chapter 10: Close Enemies.
It was such a wonderful dream, to bad she had to wake up from it; her stomach was churning with hunger, Maylie hadn't eaten in… Days was it? She lost track of the time, and there was no clock or calendar in her cell to help her, but the way her intestines felt now, she guessed about three days, four even.
Now she was wide awake, so there was no hope in going back to sleep; she sat up and flexed her arms like a cat would…
"Good morning!" Interrupted a voice; Maylie spun around abruptly, it was Jones. What was he doing here? "I came at a good time. You're awake now; you've been sleeping for an awful long time, it was like you where in Acoma! I just came around to visit you, you know, I thought you must have felt lonely in hear. So… How have you been eaten? The food any good?"
She didn't know, she never ate it, so she just didn't answer, just glared.
"I see…" he said. "Well, I'm guessing it's not any good, I can hear your stomach from all the way over here! Good thing I brought this." He held out a sandwich to her, wrapped up in shrink wrap. What is he doing? She wondered. He killed her father, shot her, and locked her up, and now all of the sudden he's giving her food? She just didn't get it, but none the less, she took the sandwich out of his hand, cereous.
"It's PB&J," Jones noted. "I didn't know what you like to eat, but I figured, 'who doesn't like PB&J!"
Nothing, not a single word. Maybe, if I don't say anything, he'll go away.
He sighed. "I see you're still mad at me. I don't know how to make it up to ya, I would bail you out of here, but I just don't have the cash. But I really am sorry, I swear, if I knew this would have happened, I would have let him live."
I doubt that, she scoffed in her head.
He didn't say anything for a long while; Jones mostly just looked at her leg, seeing if it was doing okay most likely, and glancing around her cell. Then…
"I see you still have that chain," he noted, pointing at the glowing object that was secured around Maylie's wrist. She snatched it away from his eyes as her grip got tighter around it, afraid he would take it.
"Don't worry, I'm not taking it!" He assured. "I was just saying, I'm surprised no one else has taken it yet." He was quite again for a few minutes. "You know, since you know my name, would you mind if I got to know yours?"
Suddenly, she got very angry, she jumped up so suddenly, a small twinge of discomfort was felt in her wound, weather it hurt or not, she stood up to him through the bars, and began to chew him out.
"Why?" she began testily. "Why would you want to know my name huh? So then you can track me down if I ever got out of this pit so you can try killing me like you killed my dad!?"
"I didn't say that!" He argued. "All I want to know is your name! That's it!"
"Oh, that's it. Of course! Immunity's are always just so innocent! You know what; my dad said that you guys are not as innocent as you want to think you are! You think just because you are the 'good guys' it's alright to shoot and kill germs and viruses and what not! I'm not telling you my name. No way! I'm not having you track me down and shooting me…"
"Hey, it's not like you're ever going to get out of here!" he snapped. "You've been sentence life in prison for second degree murder, assault of an officer, and an attempt to kill this body. I wouldn't worry about that at all; you're pretty much stuck here for as long as you live!"
Maylie's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, it was like she took a slap to the face.
"Fine then!" she spat, fighting back tears. "If it will get you to leave me alone: My name is Maylie! There! Happy now!? You know who I am so why don't you just leave me alone. You ruined my life enough!"
She stomped over to her bed, flopping down and burying her head in the pillows, trying to absorb her tears.
"Hey… Maylie, I'm sorry I snapped," Jones said apologetically. "I'm just… I got a little frustrated…" he stopped, getting the drift that she wasn't listening to his apologies. "Well, I should go then," he continued, "I have a shift in thirty. I'll see you tomorrow, and I'll try to bring you something to eat, okay?"
Still ignored.
"Well, see ya later."
Until she could no longer hear his retreating footsteps did Maylie dare remove her face from her pillow. Right now, she felt bad. Here he was, trying to be nice, and she acts like that to him; he even brought her food…
The thought about it made her stomach grumble. It was still there, lying on the floor by the cell door. She retrieved it and sat back down on her bed, unwrapping it slowly.
What if he's trying to poison me? What if this is some kind of a trap?
Who cares, at this point, she wouldn't mind dying. And besides, the hunger was too much to bear. She nibbled on the crust, wondering what she should do the next time Jones came around.