Disclaimer: Due to a recent explanation given to me by a friend, I have come to the understanding that just because I have kidnapped these characters and have them chained in my closet does not mean they belong to me. Alas, Alveraz, O'Riely, and anyone else here in OZ remain the bitches of Tom Fontona (?) and Mr.Pancamo belongs to himself and is NO ONES bitch, (But Mr.PANDAcamo remains my bitch *background* Panda: WHA?! Plushie: Nothing.) ,while Melanie and Melissa (Bean) remain MY bitchs and I , of course, remain my own bitch(that sounded alot better in my head). The G- Boys of course belong to that guy who owns them.. and don't worry if you don't know them I've just used their names and looks, Their personalitys have been completely changed....No infringement is intended and no money was made from the production of this piece of fiction.
Author's Notes: Sorry this has taken so long to get up.... but EXAMS are here.. and I can't seem to find a private computer. Everyone always wants to be in the same room as Angela.. annoying her... I hope this chapter makes you happy!
~*~*~Melanie~*~*~
(In her pod after the nightly lockdown)
Melanie lay slumped on her bed, one hand twiddling her hair, the otherh olding a pen which she had been chewing on. A black notebook with red lettering lay open on her legs, "Hyot?"
"Wha?" came his half dazed voice from below her.
"Are you asleep?!" Melanie cried, abadoning her notebook, to lean over the edge of the bed to stare at Hyot, "It's only 7:30 PM!"
"So?" Hyot grumbled rolling over in the bed to face away from Melanie, "Don't lean in the bed like that.. It will fa--"
*CRASH*
Hyot's warning came too late and Melanie, the bed, and Hyot all found themselves sideways on the floor. All was silent in the pod, except for the muffled laughter of the other inmates and the stomping of Clair Howell's feet down the walkway.
She slammed the door open and stood over Hyot, and Melanie, "What the fuck are you two doing in here?"
"Just reciving mild concusions," Melanie said as she stood up, "Nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about, nothing to -- OH!"
Howell, not liking Melanie's sense of humor, had reared back and nailed her in the stomach, "You come with me ."
Howell grabbed Melanie by the back of the neck, and dragged her down to the main area of OZ. She stopped in front of the (scary music) the cage, "See how funny you feel after a night in here." She shoved Melanie in the cage, and then , on an after thought, spat on her.
"Ew." Melanie looked down at the slime, then up at Angela who had her face pressed against the window and was glaring down, "I think you'll regret that."
~*~*~Angela~*~*~
(In her pod with Pancamo)
"Did she just spit on Melanie?!" Angela turned and glared at Pancamo, who was on his back doing crunches.
"I dunno." He answered, "I didn't see."
"I don't care what she did," Angela snarled, "I don't like her."
"No one likes her." Pancamo sat up, "Listen, I talked to Adebisi and Morala today."
"And?" Angela questioned leaning forward.
"You have to kill someone."
"Who?"
"Anyone." Pancamo paused, then added quickly, "Other then a Scillian, Latino, or a homeboy."
Angela glared at Howell as she passed by, "How about a hack?"
Pancamo followed her gaze, "I like how you think."
"I like how I think too." Angela jumped up into her bed and streached out, "It gets pretty boring here after the doors close."
"Yeah.." Pancamo looked out the front of his pod, he could make out Hyot in his pod fighting to get the bed back up, "Any idea why McManus didn't put you and Collins in the same pod?"
"We're buddies, Angela said cheerfully, "But that won't stop me from killing her in her sleep." With that Angela rolled on to her side, facing away from Pancamo and muttered, "Night."
"Night." Pancamo slumped into his bed and was lying on his back staring at the bed above him when a another question plagued him.
"Angela?"
"Wha?"
"How old did you say you were?"
"Fifteen, I won't be telling you anymore." The bed above him creaked. "So remember."
"Were you still in school?"
"Well I killed my TEACHER so what do YOU think?"
"Why did you kill him?" Pancamo stood up and leaned in the bed staring at Angela.
Angela sighed and rolled over to face him, "He tried to rape me."
"And what did Melanie do?"
"Why do you care so much?"
"Your FIFTEEN! Most fifteen year old murders don't wind up in a men's prision!" Pancamo growled, "I'm trying to figure out what happened to make Devlin decide to put you here."
"Maybe he looked into my record." Angela jumped as the lights suddenly went off.
"What did Melanie do?"
"She killed him."
"I thought you killed him." Pancamo sat down, looking confused.
"We both killed him," Angela sat up and let her legs dangle over the edge, "I punched him, she kicked him, and then I hit him over hte head with his computer."
"YOU HIT HIM OVER THE HEAD WITH HIS COMPUTER?"
"GO TO SLEEP!" Shouted Howell as she passed by.
"Night, Mr.Pancamo."
"Night, Angela."
Author's Notes: Sorry this has taken so long to get up.... but EXAMS are here.. and I can't seem to find a private computer. Everyone always wants to be in the same room as Angela.. annoying her... I hope this chapter makes you happy!
~*~*~Melanie~*~*~
(In her pod after the nightly lockdown)
Melanie lay slumped on her bed, one hand twiddling her hair, the otherh olding a pen which she had been chewing on. A black notebook with red lettering lay open on her legs, "Hyot?"
"Wha?" came his half dazed voice from below her.
"Are you asleep?!" Melanie cried, abadoning her notebook, to lean over the edge of the bed to stare at Hyot, "It's only 7:30 PM!"
"So?" Hyot grumbled rolling over in the bed to face away from Melanie, "Don't lean in the bed like that.. It will fa--"
*CRASH*
Hyot's warning came too late and Melanie, the bed, and Hyot all found themselves sideways on the floor. All was silent in the pod, except for the muffled laughter of the other inmates and the stomping of Clair Howell's feet down the walkway.
She slammed the door open and stood over Hyot, and Melanie, "What the fuck are you two doing in here?"
"Just reciving mild concusions," Melanie said as she stood up, "Nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about, nothing to -- OH!"
Howell, not liking Melanie's sense of humor, had reared back and nailed her in the stomach, "You come with me ."
Howell grabbed Melanie by the back of the neck, and dragged her down to the main area of OZ. She stopped in front of the (scary music) the cage, "See how funny you feel after a night in here." She shoved Melanie in the cage, and then , on an after thought, spat on her.
"Ew." Melanie looked down at the slime, then up at Angela who had her face pressed against the window and was glaring down, "I think you'll regret that."
~*~*~Angela~*~*~
(In her pod with Pancamo)
"Did she just spit on Melanie?!" Angela turned and glared at Pancamo, who was on his back doing crunches.
"I dunno." He answered, "I didn't see."
"I don't care what she did," Angela snarled, "I don't like her."
"No one likes her." Pancamo sat up, "Listen, I talked to Adebisi and Morala today."
"And?" Angela questioned leaning forward.
"You have to kill someone."
"Who?"
"Anyone." Pancamo paused, then added quickly, "Other then a Scillian, Latino, or a homeboy."
Angela glared at Howell as she passed by, "How about a hack?"
Pancamo followed her gaze, "I like how you think."
"I like how I think too." Angela jumped up into her bed and streached out, "It gets pretty boring here after the doors close."
"Yeah.." Pancamo looked out the front of his pod, he could make out Hyot in his pod fighting to get the bed back up, "Any idea why McManus didn't put you and Collins in the same pod?"
"We're buddies, Angela said cheerfully, "But that won't stop me from killing her in her sleep." With that Angela rolled on to her side, facing away from Pancamo and muttered, "Night."
"Night." Pancamo slumped into his bed and was lying on his back staring at the bed above him when a another question plagued him.
"Angela?"
"Wha?"
"How old did you say you were?"
"Fifteen, I won't be telling you anymore." The bed above him creaked. "So remember."
"Were you still in school?"
"Well I killed my TEACHER so what do YOU think?"
"Why did you kill him?" Pancamo stood up and leaned in the bed staring at Angela.
Angela sighed and rolled over to face him, "He tried to rape me."
"And what did Melanie do?"
"Why do you care so much?"
"Your FIFTEEN! Most fifteen year old murders don't wind up in a men's prision!" Pancamo growled, "I'm trying to figure out what happened to make Devlin decide to put you here."
"Maybe he looked into my record." Angela jumped as the lights suddenly went off.
"What did Melanie do?"
"She killed him."
"I thought you killed him." Pancamo sat down, looking confused.
"We both killed him," Angela sat up and let her legs dangle over the edge, "I punched him, she kicked him, and then I hit him over hte head with his computer."
"YOU HIT HIM OVER THE HEAD WITH HIS COMPUTER?"
"GO TO SLEEP!" Shouted Howell as she passed by.
"Night, Mr.Pancamo."
"Night, Angela."