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RECENTLY ON OZ:
Joseph Johnson, a 23 yr.
Old Irish man is sent to OZ and gets transferred to EmCity. Once Joseph
gets to OZ O'Reily is immediately interested in recruiting Joseph to the
Irish gang. O'Reily finds out Joseph was sent to OZ for killing a cop,
he also finds out that he's gay; so he figures the only way to get him
on his side is to seduce him. At first O'Reily is uneasy with the fact
that he has to flirt with Joseph but as their time together progresses
he finds Joseph's romantic feelings towards him entertaining. O'Reily starts
spending more time with Joseph and O'Reily plan starts to work perfectly,
using Joseph's feelings for him as bait works but soon everything gets
out of hand.
Keller who was transferred
out of OZ a few months ago to go on trial in MA for taking the blame for
one of the murders Beecher did, finally makes his return back to OZ. Keller
gets welcomed back by the sister but he never makes it back to EmCity or
to Beecher, because he gets stabbed by one of the Aryans and is immediately
ushered to the hospital.
Cyril, O'Reily's younger
brother, finally gets out of protective custody, which he was put in after
putting another prisoner in a coma after hitting O'Reily. Right when Cyril
comes back he is attacked by an Aryan; O'Reily and Johnson come to Cyril's
aid and O'Reily tricks Johnson in killing the Aryan. While Johnson is sent
to the hole O'Reily tells Cyril his plan and the two brothers celebrate
in their pod.
Shillenger tells Robson to
kill Beecher, Robson attacks Beecher in his pod but Beecher hits him over
the head with a chair and Robson gets sent to the hole. A few days later
Beecher is in the library and Robson grabs Beecher from the behind holding
him down while Shillenger tries to kiss him finding it as a way to torture
Beecher but before Shillenger can do anything to Beecher… Said stabs Shillenger
from the behind and then stabs Robson. Beecher looks at Said and hugs him
tenderly and then the two friends share more one hug before Said is ushered
off to the hole.
Johnson returns from the
hole and looks throughout EmCity for O'Reily but he can't find him anywhere,
another Irish gang member gives Johnson the heads up where O'Reily is and
then heads back to the Irish table and the gang laugh about Johnson as
he walks towards the kitchen. Johnson finds O'Reily in the kitchen talking
to his little brother Cyril, Johnson walks up to O'Reily and tries to kiss
him but O'Reily pushes him away violently. Johnson begs O'Reily to tell
him what he did wrong when O'Reily tells Johnson to go to hell and stay
away from him while Cyril watches in the background half amused. O'Reily
tells Johnson it was all a game, that he never loved him and never would
love him. O'Reily walks off leaving a near to tears Johnson with a smirk
on his face. Johnson grabs a butcher knife and attacks O'Reily from the
behind holding the knife to his throat. McManus yells for Johnson to
let O'Reily go but Johnson pays McManus no attention. Johnson screams at
O'Reily saying that he thought O'Reily loved him. O'Reily tells Johnson
he does love him and then Johnson lets O'Reily go. O'Reily faces Johnson
and walks up to him and tells Johnson his whole plan, O'Reily kisses Johnson
on the cheek telling him that was all he was going to get and then the
two lunged at each other. McManus calls the guards to tear the two apart,
Johnson gets sent to the hole and O'Reily collapses in McManus's arms revealing
his stab wound to the stomach. Cyril runs over to O'Reily and O'Reily yells
at Cyril as he is being ushered to the hospital that he did it all for
him.
NEXT ON OZ:
O'Reily is released out of
the hospital and returns to OZ wanting revenge for what Johnson did to
him.
Beecher goes to the hospital
ward to find out how Keller is, who was stabbed before ever making it back
to EmCity.
Johnson goes to O'Reily and
another fight starts but O'Reily's gang ambushes Johnson.
McManus and Glynn go to see
how Cloutier is after he was hospitalized after getting buried alive in
a wall by some other prisoners.
"Okay O'Reily you can go
back to EmCity. Your wounds have healed perfectly and as long as you don't
do anything to cause the stitches to tear open you'll be fine"
O'Reily's brown eyes traveled
down to his stomach where his stitches were, he touched the stitches slightly
with his thumb; he turned his head to watch Dr. Nathan walking over to
the medicine cabinet, the way her head was bopping he could see that she
was saying something but he couldn't hear a thing. All he could think about
was what happened, how Johnson had tried to kiss him… how Johnson told
him he loved him, how Johnson threatened to slit his throat and last but
not least when the butcher knife Johnson held in his hand went into his
stomach tearing flesh and as he watched the blood flowed all he could think
about… was how much he was going to kill Johnson.
"So take this Percadan, they're
pain killer pills, if you run out or if they're not working come back to
me immediately, do you understand?"
Gloria put the bottle of
pills on the edge of her brown wooden desk and let her green eyes devour
the text of O'Reily's wrap sheet.
Prisoner Number: 97S444
Ryan O'Reily: Convicted July 12, 1997. Two
counts, vehicular manslaughter; five counts, reckless endangerment; possession
of controlled substances; criminal possession of a weapon; parole violation.
Sentence: Life imprisonment. Up for parole in twelve years.
Gloria shook her head; Gloria
knew way too much about Ryan O'Reily to begin with but for some reason
she couldn't stay away from him, he was like honey and she was the helpless
bee that loved that honey so dearly. Gloria put down O'Reily's file and
glanced over to another file, the one that belonged to Joseph Johnson.
Usually Gloria wouldn't be interested in others prisoners but it was no
surprise that in the past few weeks since Johnson was transferred to EmCity
that something had been going on between him and O'Reily. Gloria wouldn't
say it was sexual but it was definitely something and she was right… O'Reily
had came to her about a week before the fight between him and Johnson and
told her his plan to trick Johnson into becoming a gang member of the Irish
gang. Even when Gloria sat at her desk with her lab coat on staring at
Ryan O'Reily as he spoke… she knew it was a dumb and dangerous plan. Because
what O'Reily was doing was messing with people's emotions, personal emotions
and she knew right there and then that it was going to blow up in his face
but he had insisted… no demanded… that everything was going to work out,
everything was going to turn out exactly how he planned it. Boy was he
wrong… she among the prisoners and some of the staff of Oswald Penitentiary
watched the horrible scene between O'Reily and Johnson. First it was harmless,
Johnson had approached O'Reily and tried to kiss him, O'Reily had been
instantly freaked out and pushed him away… then everyone's heads turned
as we heard the once calm argument turn into a screaming fit. The prisoners
and even some of the guards started laughing, snickering, god even giggling
when O'Reily said he had never loved Johnson and never would. O'Reily had
flicked his tongue out at Johnson as if to tease him before he walked off,
the tears threatened to escape out of Johnson's eyes but instead anger
filled his body and then everyone went in shock as Johnson attacked O'Reily
from the behind. There was even more screaming, O'Reily continued to torture
Johnson telling him everything he said to him was about his brother, McManus
came running down trying to get Johnson to release O'Reily.
"Let him go! Johnson let O'Reily go! Whatever he
did to you, it doesn't matter! Its not worth it!"
What none of them understood
that all of it mattered to Johnson, because O'Reily's plan had worked too
well… because Johnson had fallen in love with O'Reily. Johnson pushed the
knife into the skin of O'Reily's throat making blood spill, then O'Reily
had told Johnson he loved him.
"I love you! I really do. Come on. I really love
you. I've just been afraid, I've never felt this way before"
That had obviously worked
because Johnson released his grasp on O'Reily and had lowered the knife.
O'Reily walked up to Johnson and called him more names and then grabbed
his face and kissed him roughly on the cheek and then the two lunged at
each other. The guards pulled Johnson off of O'Reily and drug him off to
the hole, McManus ran over to O'Reily and pulled the now bleeding O'Reily
in his arms. Cyril had ran over to his brother and O'Reily kissed his brother
on the forehead as they carried him off to the hospital screaming:
"I did it all for you baby bro! All for you!"
"Can I leave now?"
Gloria looked up at O'Reily,
pushing herself out whatever trance she was in, she couldn't think of what
happened anymore, it would only break her heart.
"Yeah, remember take your
meds and take it easy and stay away from Johnson… for me?"
O'Reily smirked. Maybe
something good did come out of Johnson. O'Reily moved slowly
over to the desk as if he was going to lean into Gloria and kiss her, Gloria
closed her eyes and let the breath escape out of her lungs when O'Reily
grabbed the pills and yelled a 'yeah whatever' as he limped out
of the hospital and towards EmCity.
"Damn it O'Reily, you god
damn bastard"
Gloria muttered some more
obscenities under her breath as she walked over to one of the of the hospital
beds, she leaned over and checked to see if the prisoner was awake but
he was still asleep, Gloria shook her head sadly and looked at the file
of the prisoner in her hand.
'Christopher Keller'
"Fuck man if I was O'Reily
I would kill that little fag the minute I saw him"
Robson smirked at the last
comment he had made; he was one of the many prisoners that had been just
waiting to see the explosion between O'Reily and Johnson. It was evitable.
For one thing O'Reily was straighter then the tie his lawyer wore when
he was convicted for murder in the first degree and got sent to OZ; O'Reily
loved women… he loved the way they moved, he loved the way they looked,
he even loved how they fucken smelled… he was always saying there was this
particular scent about a woman that he could smell miles and miles away…
and fuck Robson and half of the prisoners in OZ believed him.
"I have a greater respect
for O'Reily now. He fucked with Johnson's emotions and he got off on it
too, he loved the way it felt, I didn't know O'Reily would go that far
to get something he wanted…"
Robson turned to Shillenger
who had abruptly stopped talking, Robson stared at Shillenger's facial
expression and for a second he thought he saw disgust on Shillenger's face.
"It rocked. Come on Robson,
let's get front row seats because I heard lover boy is on his way back
here"
"Johnson better watch his
back from now on, after what he did to O'Reily… he's a dead man"
A tall Irish man wearing
a tight green tank top with black pants nodded at the other Irish man's
comment. When O'Reily had been voted as the leader of the Irish gang they
made a pact; a pact that no matter what they would stand by their leader's
side and what Johnson did was betrayal and he would pay, no matter what…
he would definitely pay. The youngest Irish man of the group, Alan Lawrence,
looked up when a loud clapping and yelling start to go throughout the prison.
Miller, one of the less known members of the gang looked up and pointed
at the person coming down the stairs.
"Yo it's O'Reily"
"Shit he's back"
"Damn he's fucken
still walking"
"Damn is that really
O'Reily?"
"Shit he's finally
made his return"
Those were just some of the
comments O'Reily heard as he made his way through the crowd of prisoners
and up the stairs towards his pod. O'Reily stopped at the top stair and
turned to the prisoners of EmCity and motioned for the Irish gang to follow
him. Once O'Reily saw them walking towards him, he walked up the last step
and pushed his pod door open and walked in.
"Ryan!"
O'Reily smiled big and threw
the ace bandages and bottle of pain killers that he had in his hands on
his bed and pulled his baby brother in a bear hug and held on tight, he
took a sniff of Cyril's hair and smiled.
"Hey buddy, miss me?"
Cyril nodded happily and
sat down next to O'Reily on his bed; O'Reily smiled at Cyril and then turned
his head to his gang who were waiting patiently for his orders. O'Reily
patted Cyril on the head and watched him color something, O'Reily continues
to watch for a second but then pushes himself and walks over to the pod
window and stares out it.
"He stabbed me…"
No one opened their mouths
understanding O'Reily wasn't finished talking, O'Reily glanced over to
Cyril one more time, he smiled to himself and continued to look out the
pod window.
"He fucken stabbed me. What
kind of bullshit is that? He fucken stabbed me!"
O'Reily pounded his fist
against the plastic window/door of the pod.
"I want him dead…"
First the demand sounded
more like a thought but then the growl in O'Reily's voice could be heard,
his shoulders and back tensed up with anger and O'Reily turned to the gang.
"I want him fucken dead!
Do you hear me? Fucken kill him! Now! Do it now! Kill him!"
The members of the gang
agreed and hurried out of the pod before O'Reily could get even angrier;
O'Reily watched the Irish men run down the stairs of EmCity and he smirked
turning to Cyril.
"Whatcha coloring buddy?"
O'Reily walked over to Cyril.
Beecher pushed his way through
the crowd of various prisoners who were chatting about god knows what,
Tobias Beecher wasn't really listening to their voices all he paid attention
to was their mouths and how they moved so fast; why did they find it necessary
to talk fast? It wasn't like they were going anywhere anytime soon, hell
almost all of the prisoners here right now would probably be here until
they die of old age or get murdered… that was how OZ worked. He should
know of all people, he had been in this shit hole for now what was it…
4 or 5 years? Beecher pushed his hair back groggily and walk into the hospital
ward of the prison.
:::Start of Flashback:::
"I'm not hugging you back
Toby, because if I do that, that means I'm saying goodbye and I can't do
that."
Beecher stares at Keller
with pain and bewilderment in his blue glassy eyes.
"Why are you doing this?"
Keller ran his hands over
his face; trying to come up with a good enough excuse to keep Beecher satisfied.
But hell he didn't even have one, all he knew was that if Shillenger ever
found out Beecher was the one that had Hank killed, Shillenger would kill
Holly and probably the rest of Beecher's family and then eventually Beecher
and he couldn't let that happen.
"Hell I love the irony…"
Keep a steady voice… damnit
don't you dare crack up in front of him. Keller cleared his throat and
kept listening to the little voice that was telling him to keep his calm
in front of Beecher… he had to act like he didn't care, that he didn't
care that this was probably the last time he would ever see Beecher again.
"After all those murders
I committed, I'm confessing to the one murder I didn't do"
Keller grinned at Beecher
and let out a laugh, but the truth was that he didn't really feel like
laughing right now.
"But I don't get it, why
are you doing this? You don't even care about me anymore"
Keller reminded himself
not to laugh and say, "Are you crazy Toby? I love you like crazy!
You have to be an idiot not to know that" There was so much damage
done in his and Beecher's relationship, damage done by both of them, that
he knew why Beecher didn't understand his real motives behind confessing.
"I think it's obvious. But
hey I think I've proved that I'm a survivor, eh Toby?"
Keller almost lost control
of his voice when he said 'Toby', he had gotten so used to calling
him Beecher when they were constantly at war with each other that at times
he forgot how the name sounded, how it felt when it rolled off his tongue,
how it always made him feel weird after saying it.
"Well…"
Keller looked over his shoulder
and saw the guards approaching them, they were coming for him… in a few
seconds he would be out of OZ and to MA for trial, this would be the last
time he would ever see Toby and it took every nerve in his body to not
grab onto Toby and not let go… to scream out that he wasn't going anywhere.
"See ya"
Beecher turned his gaze
away from Keller and saw the approaching guards, Beecher turned back to
Keller and for a second saw that old look in his eyes, the kind of look
he got when he wanted him to just be there for him.
"When?"
Keller closed his eyes for
a second and opened them and tilted his head and smirked.
"In heaven"
Beecher let out a laugh;
god Keller could be so funny sometimes.
"You actually think we're
going to heaven? After all the shit we've done, you think we have the right
to be in heaven? That we would get in?"
Keller bit down on his lip
and smiled big.
"God doesn't have the balls
to keep us out"
Beecher brushed his hair
back and Keller stared at him carefully, as if studying his facial expressions.
"What makes you think that
both of us are getting in Chris?"
Keller scraped his tongue
against the top of his mouth, god his name sounded so good coming out of
Beecher's mouth. It had been too long since he had last heard it and that
was just a few minutes before he just said it.
"God wouldn't dare keep
us apart Toby. You and me… we're inseparable. If Shillenger and his little
gang can't tear us apart, no one can. What are you and Said are always
saying?? We have a bond or what not. Four years Toby, four goddamn years"
Beecher pulled Keller into
a hug and smiled to himself when Keller wrapped his arms around Beecher,
hugging him back.
"Stay strong Chris"
Beecher pulled apart and
shook Keller's hand.
"It's the only way to go"
Keller held on to Beecher's
hand and pulled him into one more hug, Keller kissed Beecher on the cheek.
"It's time to go…"
Keller nodded and smiled
at Beecher.
"See ya around"
Beecher watched Keller walk
off with the guards and then he was gone.
:::End of Flashback:::
"So is he okay?"
Gloria looked up from the
paperwork she was filling out a new patient she had gotten, her eyes met
up with the clean-shaven face of Tobias Beecher.
"Beecher… right now yeah,
he's just sleeping. Are you sure you're okay with me asking you to come
here?"
It was no surprise that
after Keller was transferred out of OZ things got worse for Beecher and
Keller.
:::Start of Flashback:::
"Hi Chris. It's me, your
lawyers only agreed to this phone call only if they would listen in and
I would do the same here, so this phone call won't be as intimate as you
two might thought it would have been"
Sister Pete looked over
at Beecher who was sitting in a chair right by the desk, leaning over the
phone, waiting for Keller to say something.
"It's okay. Yo Sister, how
ya doing? Hiya Toby, how the hell are ya doing?"
Beecher smiled nervously
at the phone as if Keller could see him and then after the Sister nudged
him he breathed into the phone.
"Good."
Keller smiled at the other
side of the phone; damn it was so good to hear his voice.
"That's real good to hear"
"Um so this new lawyer of
mine thinks I have a huge chance of getting parole"
Keller looked at the phone
in shock and laughed into it.
"Christ that is fucken great
Toby! You getting out of OZ? Shit man that's great"
Beecher smiled.
"I was thinking when I got
out, I could make a trip up to MA to see you"
Keller stared at the phone
and a part of him wanted to be happy and say 'hell yeah Toby get
your ass up here' but then the smart and more logical part of him
realized that if Toby actually had a chance of getting out of OZ that he
should have a normal life, not a life with him. Keller was quiet for the
longest time, trying to decide which was telling the truth, his heart or
his head.
"Toby you can't do that"
Beecher was shocked.
"But Chris…"
Keller gripped onto the
phone.
"I said no Toby! If you
have a chance to get out that god damn shit hole don't waste your damn
freedom on me. You should live a normal life, I'd just fuck it up"
Beecher felt his eyes lower
to the phone, how could he tell Keller how much he missed him and how much
he wanted see him over the phone?
"Listen to me Chris…"
Keller closed his eyes and
just for a few seconds he no longer felt or saw the lawyers that were watching
him so closely, Beecher wasn't in OZ but in MA with him but then he pushed
his eyes open and he was brought back to the harsh reality.
"No! I beg of you Toby,
don't come here! Just don't even bother"
Before Beecher could say
a word Keller slammed the phone, ending their conversation.
:::End of Flashback:::
"I have no problem with it.
So what exactly happened?"
Gloria pulled out a chair
and watched Beecher sit down it. She studied his face for a minute, there
were dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a bit messy and he looked
like he had been beat up.
"He was stabbed on his way
to EmCity by an Aryan; his vital signs are great and he has recovered by
100%. How about you Tobias? How are you? Are you ok?"
Beecher looked up at Gloria
and shrugged.
"Considering, yeah I guess.
You know I really thought I had a great chance of getting parole; it was
just all bullshit. My lawyer says that I can re-appeal in a year but in
a year it will the same old thing. The harsh reality is that I'm going
to die in OZ and there is nothing I can do about it. Even if I could get
out who would I be? I have been in this shit hole for so long that I don't
even know who the outside of OZ Tobias Beecher would be like. And with
my newest fight with Shillenger I don't know how much longer I can handle
this"
Gloria nodded taking in
everything Beecher was telling her; that was something about Tobias Beecher,
when he talked people always listened.
"What exactly happened in
that library?"
Beecher looked at Gloria
with a shocked look on his face; she was the last person he had expected
to ask about what happened… Gloria Nathan wasn't a very nosey person, she
kept to herself and she didn't stick her nose into other people's business…
well except this time.
:::Start of Flashback:::
"Lately Said you haven't
been in a peaceful state"
Beecher jumped off his bunk
and walked right in front of Said and stared at him in the eyes. This was
a routine for Beecher, 2 years ago he was in a lost and scared state and
he was unsure if god still cared about him, if god even knew he was still
here and Said had helped him. Said had told him that god knew he was still
here and that god indeed loved him. Said had also lost faith when he lost
his leadership of the Muslims but somehow they both learned faith together;
it was weird for Beecher, because of what Shillenger did him and then what
Keller did to him, he thought he had forgotten how to trust someone and
then Said walked into his life and he was proven wrong.
"What do you mean?"
Said knew that if he hadn't
said anything they would be staring at each other all day, it had happened
a few times. When Keller had first been transferred out of OZ Beecher had
closed himself up from the rest of OZ and he had stayed in his pod all
day until lights went out and in the morning he would repeat the process,
none of the guards did anything to stop his behavior… no one did anything.
So one day Said had enough and marched up to Beecher's pod and walked straight
up to Beecher and instead of throwing demands at him he sat with him until
Beecher finally said something.
"Okay I get it Said,
I'll stop moping"
"You know what I mean Said.
I'm talking about you killing Adebesi"
Said was taken back by the
question, when he had come here to comfort Beecher after finding out that
Beecher didn't get his parole he didn't think he would get this confrontation;
it was no surprise that Beecher had his different theories on what had
happened between him and Adebesi…maybe he had taught Beecher too well.
"I do not want to talk about
this"
Said rolled his eyes and
turned the other way, his anger and disbelief was apparent, it was painted
all over his face.
"Said wait! Please---"
Said turned around when
he heard the desperate tone in Beecher's voice.
"When I came to you and
told you how I was feeling guilty for having a part in Andrew Shillenger's
death, you told me that to cope with what I have done I would have to let
that small part of Andrew live inside of me and that was the only way I
could cope and move on. But Kareem you forgot to take your own advice;
I saw your face right after Adebesi died, it was shock, horror, anger and
everything else. I saw you and Adebesi, his blood... it was on you, Adebesi
bled into you, into your body, Adebesi is a part of you. You have been
pushing that part away, you have it all closed up and you can't do that!
You have to let that part of Adebesi live in you, that is the only way
you can heal"
Said stared at Beecher for
the longest time with a stone cold face and then he let a warm smile creep
onto his face.
"Thank you Tobias"
Beecher nodded and let out
a tired sigh.
"I am going to the library,
talk to you later"
Said nodded and walked out
of the pod with Beecher, Beecher smiled at Said and nodded at Ariff and
headed down the stairs and walked towards the library. Said leaned over
the railing and watched Shillenger and Robson follow Beecher to the library.
"Ariff…"
Ariff who was leaning against
Beecher's pod door instantly walked over to Said and looked at him concerned.
"What is it Kareem?"
Said turned to Ariff and
pointed to Robson and Shillenger following Beecher into the library.
"They're up to something
Ariff, come on we must go"
Ariff stood still.
"Ariff?"
"We mustn't attack them,
we must let Beecher defend himself on this one"
Said shook his head and
ran down the stairs screaming: 'if you won't help him I will' behind
him as he raced to the library, he stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a
knife and ran even faster towards the library.
Beecher sighed as he flipped
another page of the book he was reading, actually he wasn't really reading
the book, he was just pretending to be reading the book; he would of rather
been moping in his pod but he knew if he did that, Said would of insisted
moping with him and he wasn't that miserable… or at least yet. Beecher
shook his head and ran his hand over his face stifling out a aggravated
moan; he was so pissed and depressed… he had really been hoping he would
of gotten parole, but he didn't… that was how his life worked out, nothing
ever good happened.
"Hey Beecher, I am so glad
we get to spend this special time together"
"Hell he's so glad, he's
made me glad!"
Beecher looked up quickly
from his book to see Robson and Shillenger right next to him, Beecher tried
to get up but Robson pushed him down.
"Where ya going dumpling?"
Beecher winced knowing that
teasing, annoying voice could only belong to Shillenger… now he wished
he would of just stayed with Said in the pod.
"Shillenger, I'm sorry I
didn't tell you about my parole but it didn't even work out, I promise
no more secrets"
"You're damn right"
Beecher pushed his chair
back quickly making sure it hit Robson, he watched Robson yelp out in pain,
taking this as his opportunity he got up and tried to run but Robson grabbed
him from the behind and wrapped his arms around Beecher's chest making
sure he could hardly move.
"Come on Vern, I promise
no more secrets"
Shillenger pushed himself
up from the chair he was sitting in and walked up to Beecher and laughed
in his face as Robson held him from behind.
"I believe you Tobias and
to prove it, let's kiss and make up"
Shillenger made kissing
sounds as he inched in closer to Beecher, loving the look of pure torture
on his face, he knew that this was driving Beecher insane and he loved
it. Beecher struggled against Robson, trying to free himself before Shillenger
could do anything… he wanted to scream for help but no one was there, he
wanted to do something but he felt helpless and Shillenger was closing
in on him and…. Beecher opened his eyes to see Shillenger frozen, his lips
inches away from Beecher's.
"What the hell?"
Beecher could hear Robson
say. Beecher was thinking the same thing and then as if a wish had come
true, Said popped his head up, emerging from his hiding spot behind Shillenger.
"Let Adebesi live!"
Beecher watched Shillenger
fall to the ground screaming out in pain as the blood from the stab wound
on his side Said had given him gushed out. Beecher then froze up when he
felt the pressure of a sharp knife go against his throat, Robson… he must
have had a knife too.
"Come any close Said, your
little white boy toy gets hurt"
Beecher wanted to laugh
but instead stayed still, his glassy eyes transfixed on Said who still
held his own knife in his hand, the knife was drenching with Shillenger's
blood who was kicking and screaming on the floor.
"You know Said, I never
thought you were into guys, I thought you holy people didn't believe in
homosexuality, that it was a sin or whatever. But should of known that
sexy Toby here would change your ways"
Robson kissed Beecher on
the cheek and started leaving trail of kisses down his neck no matter the
struggle.
"I recommend you get your
filthy lips off of my friend"
"Make me"
Before Beecher could say
or do anything he felt the knife slit across his throat and he saw Said
lunge at Robson and then he heard Robson scream.
"Beecher…"
Said ran over to Beecher
and helped him up, Beecher wrapped his arms around Said's waist pulling
him into a hug. They hugged for the longest time before the guards came
and carried all four men off, 3 of them going to the hospital and one of
them going to the hole.
:::End of Flashback:::
"Beecher?"
Gloria repeated Beecher's
name for the fourth time, she pushed on his shoulders finally bringing
back from whatever trance he was in and back to reality, where she and
OZ were.
"Huh? Nothing happened,
just like I told McManus and Glynn. Shillenger attacked me and Said, just
like I said"
Gloria arched her eyebrows;
she shook her head and picked up Keller's file deciding to let the issue
drop for now; she looked over and saw Keller moving.
"Looks like he's awake,
why don't you go see him first?"
Beecher pushed himself out
of the chair and hesitated at first but then walked over to Keller's hospital
bed and smiled down at Keller as their eyes met.
"I'm going to get something
to eat okay Ryan?"
O'Reily looked up from the
magazine he was reading and nodded silently as he licked his fingers and
turned the glossy page of the magazine.
"Be careful"
Cyril waved at O'Reily as
he ran down the stairs and hopped off towards the cafeteria.
"Shit…"
O'Reily threw the magazine
on the floor and stretched out his legs and arms as he laid on the bottom
bunk of the bed, he closed his eyes letting sleep overtake him. Johnson
sneaked past the rest of the Irish men and ran up the stairs that led to
the upper pods; Johnson looked at O'Reily through the pod for a second
before actually opening up the door and walking in. Johnson pushed his
hair back nervously, not wanting to make a noise… afraid he would wake
O'Reily up. Johnson tiptoed over to where O'Reily was sleeping and knelt
down next to him staring at him.
"Ryan…"
His voice was a low whisper,
he smiled and began to trace O'Reily's face with his fingers; Johnson let
his index finger touch O'Reily's lip slightly but then he felt something
grab him by the wrist.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
O'Reily held on to Johnson's
wrist and popped his eyes open and stared right at Johnson waiting for
his reply.
"I-I-I-"
O'Reily pushed Johnson back
and jumped out of the bed and grabbed a shirt and threw it on over the
white tank top he was wearing.
"I-I-I- fucken spit it out,
what the hell are you doing here? You do know that my gang is looking for
you, to kill you right?"
Johnson nodded and walked
closer to O'Reily who instantly backed away.
"I know you must be mad
at me for stabbing you but…"
"Damn straight, but wait
fuck you and go to hell you asshole, you are going to die slowly and painfully
and I will laugh mercifully and point at you while you slowly rot away"
"You said you loved me"
O'Reily rolled his eyes.
"You never learn do you?"
O'Reily went to open his
mouth but then doubled over in pain instead. Johnson ran over to O'Reily
and caught him in his arms when O'Reily fell to the floor.
"What happened?"
O'Reily lifted his shirt
to reveal a puddle of blood.
"Fuck! I tore the stitches"
"O'Reil…"
One of the Irish men stopped
suddenly at what he saw.
O'Reily looked up from Johnson
and saw Miller and motioned for him to come over.
"Fucken help me! He attacked
me! Johnson attacked me! First he grabbed at my balls and when I told him
to leave me the fuck alone he tore my stitches open"
That was all needed to said,
because once the words left O'Reily's mouth the gang attacked Johnson as
one of them took O'Reily to the hospital.
"Buried alive… in a wall
for Christ sakes! This is just fucken nuts! Some crazy shit has happened
in OZ but nothing this crazy! He's a fucken priest… excuse my language….
For gods sakes!"
Glynn nodded in silence
as McManus continued to scream and cuss as they made their way into the
hospital. Cloutier was one of the better prisoners that they had in OZ
and to top it off he acted as their priest, which also made him holy, and
only a few hours ago they found him buried inside a wall. Glynn and McManus
had been walking past the cafeteria when they heard muffled screaming;
they followed the screaming to find it coming from a newly built wall.
:::Start of Flashback:::
"Holy fuck!"
McManus screamed out as
he tried to tear down the newly built wall, they had just found out minutes
ago that Cloutier, one of the best prisoners in OZ, had been buried alive
in the wall by a few of the other prisoners.
"Move out of the way Tim"
Glynn took the jackhammer
and slammed it into a wall just enough to break some of the bricks and
then him and McManus tore the rest of the bricks down with their hands.
"There he is!"
"Shit"
They shone the flashlight
into the wall to find a pale and hardly breathing Cloutier hanging on for
his life.
"Let's get him to the hospital
and now!"
McManus pulled Cloutier
out of the wall and rushed him to the hospital as fast as he could.
"Get him in the emergency
room right now! We're losing him, not that many injuries except the lack
of oxygen to his lungs and brain, get every nurse and doctor here pronto!"
Gloria barked out commands
as she held Cloutier's hand as she ushered him into the hospital room.
"Hold on Cloutier, I'm not
going to let you die"
:::End of Flashback:::
"Gloria…"
McManus ran into the hospital
ward and over to Gloria who was now checking Cloutier's vital signs.
"Tim, I'm glad you're here,
come on over"
McManus walked on the other
side of Cloutier's hospital bed and looked down at him for a second and
then he advanced his gaze at Gloria.
"Gloria, how is he doing?"
Gloria finished taking some
of his blood; she handed the sample to one of the nurses and turned to
McManus.
"Well his vital signs are
great, they have improved great since you first brought him here. He's
finally breathing on his own and right now he's just sleeping heavily from
the sedative we gave him to calm his nerves, thankfully there was no brain
damage and it looks to me he's going to be just fine"
McManus nodded happily and
took Cloutier's hand in his own.
"Don't worry Cloutier, we
are going to find the bastards who did this and they will rot in hell,
first the hell I will create for them and then the hell they will go to
when they die a slow and miserable death"
