Chapter 11:


I am going to add more chapters from her past! Currently working on that now. :) CORRECTION! NEW PAST CHAPPIES HAVE BEEN ADDED AS OF 7/11/12! (This chapter is going to be a long one, sorry.)

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but Vivian!

Alcatraz - 1963

Vivian for the most part was not enjoying her stay at Alcatraz. The reasoning wasn't necessarily all of the other creepy inmates, or the intimidating warden. It was mainly the fact that it was an island. She had escaped from prison once before, and she wasn't scared to try. It just was the whole concept of being on an island that freaked her out. She had no where to go if she even made it out. She was in a sense, stuck. Her freedom was what she missed most.

But one good thing had come out of her incarceration. She had, in her opinion, found sort of a friend. He didn't really talk to her, or answer all of her questions, but he wasn't as annoying as the majority of the other idiots she was forced to be around. The only things she found remotely annoying about him was the fact that he was always trying to get himself sent to solitary. She for one hated it there. She liked to be alone, but solitary was just not her cup of tea. But when he wasn't locked up in solitary confinement, he occupied the cell next to her, number sixty-five. Ernest Cobb.

She considered him a companion, she would sit with him at meals, when they were outside, and attempt to make conversation while just sitting in their cells.

Unbeknownst to Vivian, Cobb found her more irritating than Yapper.

It was dinner time, and Vivian sat on the end of a table in the mess hall, pushing her food around with a spoon. She had been doing that for over five minutes, and still wasn't satisfied. A couple of people watched her with weird expressions. Vivian was sitting by herself, as Ernest had managed to weasel his way into solitary confinement yet again. She was almost done picking all of the cheese pieces out of her potatoes when another inmate came up behind her.

"Organizing your food again Princess?" He laughed. Vivian just looked at him, then turned back to her food.

"How come you never talk to me?" She remained silent. "How come?"

She sighed.

"Quite frankly it's because I think you're an imbecile." She responded. This was one of the rare times she actually talked to someone besides Cobb, and several people around her grew quieter at the sound of her voice.

"Look at you using big words that no one knows what they mean." She rolled her eyes.

"It means that she thinks you're stupid." The inmate across from her said. She shot him a glance.

"Well. Is that so? Well lets see how stupid you think I am after I'm done with you." He said, grabbing her hair and pulling her up from the table. She struggled to stand up, as she was slipping in her socks. (Eventually, the administration had given up on the quest for the standard issue boots to fit her dainty little feet, so socks in prison it was.) Finally she regained her balance, and stood up straight. She looked up at him, tensed and freaked out. He then backed up a step, running into the table. A glass of water tipped over, and trickled down the table and onto the floor. It formed a small rivulet, and oozed across the floor. The water touched Vivian's sock, soaking through it and touching her skin. At the feeling, she shrieked and jumped back. Her attacker laughed.

"Afraid of water, there Princess?" He sneered, and then laughed again.

Vivian-Antoinette had had enough. She grabbed the knife from her place and flung it as hard as she possibly could. It hit him in the heart, but didn't puncture the skin as deep as she wanted. He stepped back, but slipped in the water and hit the ground instead. She pounced, making sure to avoid the puddle on the floor. She grabbed the knife, and shoved it down as hard as she could, twisting it as well, clearly enjoying the pain she was causing. When he was quiet, she stood up from the ground and went to go back to her food, when two guards approached her.

"Not so fast 2067. You're headed for solitary." They each grabbed an arm, and started to escort her out of the mess hall.

"But my food. . ." She said softly to herself. That was what made her most upset. She had just spent the majority of dinner hour carefully sorting her food; the meat away from her salad, and both of those away from her potatoes. She had even picked each individual cheese bit out of her potatoes and put those off to the side and away from all the other foods, and now she didn't even get to eat it. And now she had to go sit in a dark hole away from everybody else. Vivian was madder at herself than anything for allowing herself to kill someone during dinner.

The three of them, well now five when she realized that the Warden and the assistant Warden had been following them. The door to solitary flew open, and one of the guards pushed her in.

Ernest Cobb had been enjoying his time in solitary confinement when the door flew open and a guard, Hauser he believed his name was, had shoved that annoying girl Vivian in. She had been following him around nonstop, and wouldn't leave him alone. She was one of the reasons he kept trying to force himself into solitary.

"What the Hell?" He practically yelled at the open door. He could laughter coming from outside. The door started to close, and she whirled around, trying to get out.

"Wait! No! I can't be in here! I have to be-" The door slammed shut. "By myself." She finished quietly.

Cobb was in a state of bewilderment, with a hint of anger. All he wanted was to be alone. After a brief period of time, he finally spoke.

"Why are you even in here?" He asked, with a hand gesture that would go unseen in the dark.

"Well. . . I killed someone at dinner, and then they brought me here and I thought I was going to be alone, but apparently not." She said, looking at what she thought was the ground, but couldn't tell in the dark.

"Just sit down. In the corner over there, and don't talk. Or move. Just be quiet." He said, trying to keep himself calm. Not being able to see exactly where she was unnerved him, and he wanted to make sure she didn't sneak up on him or anything. This situation was really making him paranoid, Vivian as well. He could hear her as she stumbled backwards into one of the side walls, and then slid down it. Her clothes made wretched scraping sounds against the floor as she shifted around.

"Do it quietly! Please." He snapped, and then the scuffling stopped. It was quiet. Finally.

It had been blissfully quiet in the cell for a long while. Occasionally, Ernest had forgotten that Vivian was curled up in the corner opposite him, and relaxed. But sometimes she had tried to make conversation, but he would shut her up before she had the chance to try and keep talking.

"Ernest?" Vivian's voice rang out in the quiet cell, making him jump.

"What." He said flatly. There was hint of tiredness in his voice, which made Vivian feel the need to speed up the question she was about to ask.

"Do you have . . . any fears? Like, fears that other people see as irrational?"

Cobb sighed.

"No." He said. Well, he did, but he wasn't ever going to tell her that. "Do you?"

"Yes." She paused.

"Well, what is then?"

"Water." She whispered.

"What?"

"Water." She said louder.

"What?" He said, incredulous.

"Water." She said again.

"No, I heard you. But why?"

"I don't know. It freaks me out. It really does. That's why I hate it here. I'm surrounded by it. And I hate the rain, that freaks me out. And I hate when I step in it, or it touches me in any way, and-"

"Okay. That's enough."

"Sorry." She said, and then grew quiet again.

Water. He could not believe it, really. Well, I mean he could see her being afraid of it. It made sense for her to be afraid, but he couldn't picture say, himself freaking out over water. It seemed so irrational, for someone to be afraid of something that is essential to life. But, Vivian herself was irrational so then again, it made sense. He didn't let it bother him though, it was finally quiet again and he was going to enjoy the silence.

The door flew open, the light temporarily blinding both of them. Cobb looked at the corner where Vivian was the whole time, and saw that she was curled up in a ball with her back to him. She covered her face with her hands when the light hit her face, and after her eyes adjusted she slowly stood up. She stumbled at bit, and then grasped the wall before her head could smash into it again. Ernest stood up as well, in case he was the one to leave, or even both of them.

"Come on. Both of you." The guard said. He could see the relief pass over Vivian's face. He, however, was not as pleased to leave as she was.

"Come on! We don't have all day!" The guard was mainly referring to Vivian, who was standing dumbly, blocking the door. She turned around, and walked towards him. What on earth was she doing? And then she was close, way to close, and she then did the unthinkable.

She kissed him.

Not hard, or rough by any means, but gently. Then she backed away and walked out.

Cobb was mad. Mad didn't even begin to cover it. Livid was more appropriate. Freaked out would also be an accurate assumption. But mostly mad.

He was so furious that was practically shaking. He made a mental list of all the things she had done to make him so mad.

First, she had followed him around like a lost puppy, a really annoying lost puppy, the whole time she had been here.

Second, she invaded his stay in solitary.

Third, she was not completely quiet during said stay in solitary.

Fourth, she had invaded his personal bubble. No, invaded wasn't accurate enough. More like invaded, then popped, then lit the remains on fire and danced on them after shooting them in the heart with his own bullets. That was more appropriate to describe the situation.

The guards eventually had to go into the cell and pull him out he was so shocked and angry. So when they led him into an interview room and questioned him about things Vivian might have said, he answered them willingly.

"Open number sixty-six!" Vivian opened her eyes. Her cell door was opened, and she was escorted out. As she was leaving to where ever she was being taken, she saw Ernest being escorted by two different guards on his way back in. He avoided her eyes, and just stared straight ahead. She looked down at the ground, concentrating on taking steps of equal distances. They led her to an examination room near the hospital, where she was told to sit on a table. In the room with her was Dr. Sengupta, Dr. Beauregard, the Warden and Assistant Warden, and now her and the two guards. An area of the room was sectioned off behind a curtain, and Vivian wondered what was behind it. Dr. Sengupta nodded to the guards, and they opened up the curtain to reveal a tub full of water, big enough for a person to be submerged in. Vivian tried to keep her façade, but it was too late. They had already seen the flicker of fear cross her face.

"So the rumor is true." Dr. Beauregard said. He nodded towards the tub. "Lets see what happens, shall we?"

The guards walked towards her, and that's when Vivian snapped. She scurried backwards, trying to get away from them, but succeeded only in flipping backwards off the table. They came up behind her, and in a desperate attempt to get away, she dragged her self across the floor. But they had already grabbed her, and she started screaming at the top of her lungs and shouting 'no' at the same time. Each guard had an arm and a leg, and they dropped her in the tub, holding her under. She kicked and flailed while she was under, and when they let her come up briefly for air, she screamed and sobbed at the same time. Her cries carried all the way to the main cell block, and reached the ears of a certain Ernest Cobb. He felt some what bad for what he told them after hearing her scream like that, but told himself to forget about it.

They had let her come up from air twice, and each time the doctors made note. The guards let her go to come up for a short breath of air, but when they let go she didn't come up.

"What's going on?" Dr. Beauregard asked.

Lucy peered over the edge of the tub.

"Oh dear." She said.

"What?"

"Have a look." Vivian had lost consciousness, and was suspended in the water.

"It appears she blacked out from fear, and probably lack of oxygen. How rare. I believe she suffers from Chronic Water Phobia. Take her back to her cell please." Lucy told the guards. They pulled her sopping body out of the tub and carried her out of the room, and down to her cell. Her hair and clothes created a trail of water leading to it.

The inmates watched as she was carried down the main cell block, and it had grown silent. Cobb saw her as her cell door opened and she was placed inside, and then the guards left. He gulped.

He had messed things up.

Sooooo we finally know what Vivian did to Cobb to freak him out, and what cripples her with fear! Sorry it's long; I felt that it was needed. :) Please R&R!