I met my thousand word limit… Only just though! Please, my requested story is up! Check it out please! Its called "Prank War: Russian Style" Please, and thank you Jaclyn for the request!

After the initial shock had worn off, I sat silent, poised, not once taking my eyes off of Roach. Any twitch of a finger or deep breath in, I was nearly ready to explode. James told me that it might take him a bit to wake up, as it looked like he had a pretty good knot on his head. I only shook my head, saying that he was better than that. If I could get up so fast, he would be up and fighting in a few minutes. So far, my waiting was not rewarded.

Then, suddenly, his whole body stirred and he moaned once, something incomprehensible. I went completely rigid, my breathing stopped, and he stirred again. James looked at me, and my gaze was reflected in his. Hope was running through both of us like fire, but stronger. My heart picked up speed again. 'Dear lord' I thought to myself. 'If my heart keeps picking up like this, I'm due to have a premature heart attack!'

My thoughts snapped away from my heard Roach mumble something.

"Alison…" He murmured in a distressed tone, though it was obvious he was not yet fully conscious. I knew he hadn't seen me, so my suspicions were confirmed. He had come here for me. In hopes to ease him into the world of the waking, I answered his call.

"Roach, it's okay. I'm here. Come on, you can wake up. I know it." Even though I felt I should, there were no tears in my eyes. I guess it was a sign I was growing a bit stronger inside. He mumbled something again, and went into something close to a convulsion. I gasped, and turned to James.

"Is he alright? What's happening to him?" James shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. He is probably in something close to a dream, and it is something like a nightmare. It's alright. People go through things pretty similar to this." I looked at him suspiciously, somewhat accusingly, I guess.

"Are you sure?" I prodded him. He nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Of course I'm sure! I- well, no. I'm not one hundred percent sure. Does he ever have fits or seizures or anything like that?" I shook my head.

"No."

"Well, then, I am about 99 percent sure that it isn't anything bad." I was about to ask exactly what that one percent was, when Roach suddenly sat up, rigid as a board, and bolt fast. He cried out in a medium loud tone, his eyes darting all around. All I could see were the whites of his eyes, which happened to be extremely large in comparison to his dilated pupils. Then, as suddenly as he had sat up, he nearly keeled over again, clasping his head tightly between two of his hands. He leaned up against the wall, shaking his head, his lips mumbling words so fast I couldn't even make out what it was. Then, once again suddenly, he was under composure. Leaning against the wall, picking up his head, and looking around as if he were going to be sick. I thought that now would be the best time to call out to him, but then suddenly stopped myself. I would have wanted a minute or two to gain my senses, and let reality hit me full on in the face.

Roach seemed to do what I did. The smell must have hit him, for he dry heaved once, but then shook it off slightly; He looked around in a less panicked way than before, and nodded slowly. His shoulders drooped down, and he let his head hang. He seemed to finally realize what kind of hell he was in. I wanted to laugh, thinking that those had been my same kind of thoughts. After what I had been through, being chained to a wall in a place that smelled like shit was the last of my worries. Finally, when it seemed he was calm enough, I called out.

"Roach!" He started, picking himself up at the call of his name. He turned around as best he could.

"Who's there? How do you know my name?" I knew it shouldn't be the best for him, but I decided to tease him.

"I'm magical you know. I know you. Your real name, Gary." He cursed softly. James looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I smirked. Roach locked in on him, and yelled in a whisper, if it was possible.

"What the hell? Who are you?" He shook his head, raising his hands defensively.

"Hey man, calm down. It's not me. You got here a bit ago. I don't know who the hell you are." Roach cast a suspicious eye in his direction, like he didn't believe him. James only shook his head. I taunted him once more.

"Yes, I know you. You like to wear two different color socks on Monday so bad luck gets confused." Roach moaned.

"What the hell? Am I hearing things? I swear I know that voice. Why does it know these things?" He seemed to be talking to himself, but he was doing it rather loudly. I laughed lightly.

"Silly Roach. It's me, Alison." He gasped, and looked around. He looked at James again, seeming to sense the direction the voice was coming from. He seemed to be in a near panic now that he linked the voice to the person he seemed to long for so desperately. It touched me somewhere deep in my heart.

"Where are you? This had better not be some joke." I laughed again.

"Nope. You're looking in the right direction. Just a little farther past that pathetic thing in front of you. It's called a James." James laughed, and let out a weak protest.

"Hey, you could be a little nicer, you know." I laughed, and moved so that I was in a bit of the light. The second that Roach saw me, it was no longer my turn to break out into sobs.

R&R or I will lock you up in a Russian torture prison thing from the deepest and most evil pits of my imagination :P