CHAPTER 2
Christian was on his way to his cell. He was dressed in the standard black and white striped jump suit, cuffed behind his back. All the other prisoners were observing Christian taking "the walk." They laughed and threw stuff at him.
Christian: "Ugh! What rude behavior!"
A loud "zip" was heard and Christian watched in horror as a fountain of urine sprang from behind some bars and landed on him.
Christian: (sputtering) "OH! I've been violated!"
Everyone, including the guard laughed at him. Christian frowned and felt a good cry coming on but held it in because he was didn't want them to laugh anymore than they already were. Finally, they stopped at a cell door.
Guard: "Here we are!"
He unlocked the door, uncuffed Christian and shoved him into the cell.
Guard: "Have a nice stay . . . MWAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Christian, infuriated at the treatment he'd been subjected to, grabbed a nearby coffee mug and ran it side to side on the bars.
Christian: "Guard . . . Guard! I want an apology for all of this! You hear me?"
Christian heard the guard laugh from down the hall. Christian sighed and set down the coffee mug. He turned around to see a very fat, hairy man creep out from under the bottom of the bunk bed, glaring at him wickedly.
Christian: (giggling nervously) "Oh! Uh . . . didn't know someone else was in here."
Bubba: (in a southern accent) "I'm Bubba."
Christian: (extending his hand) "So pleased to meet you!"
Bubba glared at him and hawked a lougie in Christian's hand.
Bubba: "This here is MY cell."
Christian: "Well, I . . . uh . . . "
Bubba stared at him menacingly and cackled, truly enjoying scaring the crap out of Christian. Christian picked up the mug and started to run it on the bars again.
Christian: (his voice cracking) "Guard! Oooh, Guard! This fellow says this cell belongs to him! GUARD!!!"
Bubba: "Shut up, boy."
Christian gulped and set down the mug.
Bubba: "Now you listen to me. You do everything I tell you and we'll make great friends."
Christian: "O-okay. What do you want me to do?"
Bubba thought for a moment and then came up with an idea.
Bubba: "Well, you can start by giving me a sponge bath."
Christian: (horrified) "What?!"
Bubba then became very sensitive. He lowered his eyes to the floor and clasped his hands together.
Bubba: "You see, I'm a . . . large man. There's certain places a big guy like me can't reach in the showers . . . "
Christian: "Don't they hire people for things like that? Maybe the guard would know . . . "
Bubba's sensitive moment passed. He became angry and yelled at him sternly.
Bubba: "DON'T you argue with me, boy! You're gonna bathe me if you don't want the shit beat outta you."
Christian jumped and he felt a warm, wet feeling in his tighty whities.
Christian: "Uh . . . o-o-okay."
Bubba's ugly face twisted into a nasty smile.
Bubba: "That's more like it, boy."
Bubba heaved himself off the bed and dropped his giant trousers. Christian watched in disgust as he grabbed a pail and sponge.
FROM BEETLE: LOL, this is getting really strange. Please review, haha, I want to know what's going through your mind now. Read on though, the story has more to come.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Moulin Rouge or any of it's characters, or Alcatraz.
Christian was on his way to his cell. He was dressed in the standard black and white striped jump suit, cuffed behind his back. All the other prisoners were observing Christian taking "the walk." They laughed and threw stuff at him.
Christian: "Ugh! What rude behavior!"
A loud "zip" was heard and Christian watched in horror as a fountain of urine sprang from behind some bars and landed on him.
Christian: (sputtering) "OH! I've been violated!"
Everyone, including the guard laughed at him. Christian frowned and felt a good cry coming on but held it in because he was didn't want them to laugh anymore than they already were. Finally, they stopped at a cell door.
Guard: "Here we are!"
He unlocked the door, uncuffed Christian and shoved him into the cell.
Guard: "Have a nice stay . . . MWAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Christian, infuriated at the treatment he'd been subjected to, grabbed a nearby coffee mug and ran it side to side on the bars.
Christian: "Guard . . . Guard! I want an apology for all of this! You hear me?"
Christian heard the guard laugh from down the hall. Christian sighed and set down the coffee mug. He turned around to see a very fat, hairy man creep out from under the bottom of the bunk bed, glaring at him wickedly.
Christian: (giggling nervously) "Oh! Uh . . . didn't know someone else was in here."
Bubba: (in a southern accent) "I'm Bubba."
Christian: (extending his hand) "So pleased to meet you!"
Bubba glared at him and hawked a lougie in Christian's hand.
Bubba: "This here is MY cell."
Christian: "Well, I . . . uh . . . "
Bubba stared at him menacingly and cackled, truly enjoying scaring the crap out of Christian. Christian picked up the mug and started to run it on the bars again.
Christian: (his voice cracking) "Guard! Oooh, Guard! This fellow says this cell belongs to him! GUARD!!!"
Bubba: "Shut up, boy."
Christian gulped and set down the mug.
Bubba: "Now you listen to me. You do everything I tell you and we'll make great friends."
Christian: "O-okay. What do you want me to do?"
Bubba thought for a moment and then came up with an idea.
Bubba: "Well, you can start by giving me a sponge bath."
Christian: (horrified) "What?!"
Bubba then became very sensitive. He lowered his eyes to the floor and clasped his hands together.
Bubba: "You see, I'm a . . . large man. There's certain places a big guy like me can't reach in the showers . . . "
Christian: "Don't they hire people for things like that? Maybe the guard would know . . . "
Bubba's sensitive moment passed. He became angry and yelled at him sternly.
Bubba: "DON'T you argue with me, boy! You're gonna bathe me if you don't want the shit beat outta you."
Christian jumped and he felt a warm, wet feeling in his tighty whities.
Christian: "Uh . . . o-o-okay."
Bubba's ugly face twisted into a nasty smile.
Bubba: "That's more like it, boy."
Bubba heaved himself off the bed and dropped his giant trousers. Christian watched in disgust as he grabbed a pail and sponge.
FROM BEETLE: LOL, this is getting really strange. Please review, haha, I want to know what's going through your mind now. Read on though, the story has more to come.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Moulin Rouge or any of it's characters, or Alcatraz.