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Chapter One: Meet Monica
Monica Gilbert, otherwise known as "Little Miss Perfect" stood outside an unwelcoming iron gate which bore the words "Cold Mountain". She stood to the side inconspicuously as cars came in and out through this gate, leaving her to think that she REALLY shouldn't be there at all. It was an unhappy place; she could feel the dirty evil within, and could smell the rotten stink of mold and unwashed men from even where she was. But there was no turning back. Not now, at least.
Monica slipped through the gate after the men who had been holding it opened had left. She didn't want to talk to anyone she didn't have to. Monica wandered around for a while, looking for some sort of a building that would help her distinguish it as E block. She was surprised after only a few minutes of grazing across the mud to find herself in front of a large stone place that had a giant C painted on the side of it.
"If there is a C," she thought, "There must also be an E around here..."
Sure enough, across from the C building, there was a similar one with a D on it, and next to that one, there was an E. Of course it was E block... it made sense.
The girl took up her skirt and trotted across the way to the block she wanted. Silently, she stood outside the door, listening to a conversation that was being held inside...
"Who's training who here?" A voice said.
"That's some smart mouse, Del, like he's a circus mouse or something," someone said. Monica could tell it was a black man from the way he talked.
"A circus mouse! That's just what he is, too! When I get outta here, he's gonna make me rich, see if he don't." The voice sounded as if the owner didn't know much English...
It was now or never; everyone seemed to be in a pleasant mood.
Monica took a deep breath, fiddled with the cold, metal door handle, and stepped inside the room. She shut the heavy door behind her, so as not to seem too intrusive, but the instant she stepped inside, everyone went quiet.
There was silence for a while, then Paul spoke. "Can I help you, ma'am?" Paul asked a little uneasy sounding to her. "Are you lost?"
"No, sir... I'd, uh... I'd like to speak with Percy Wetmore. That is - if he's here..." Monica scouted among the different guards, seeing Percy late only because he was standing behind the tall Brutus. But when his name was said, Percy stepped sideways to check who was talking, and he instantly knew who it was. Nobody spoke.
"You said - you said you wanted Percy? Percy Wetmore? PERCY Wetmore?" Paul raised an eyebrow, but did nothing more when Monica nodded for a yes.
"Monica Gilbert," Percy said as if he were announcing her name for a roll call.
The expressions on the guards faces after this was priceless. Each and every one of them, besides Percy, dropped their jaw and stood dumbfounded. Percy? With a fine girl like that? What a joke! Crazy nightmare! Ha ha ha!
"Boss Percy's got a GIRLfriend!" Del hooted, shaking with laughter. "D'ya see that, Johnny? Le grand mauvais garcon! Ha!"
"Shut the f-" Percy started to shout at Del, but changed his mind, shifting uncomfortably, glancing quickly at the lady, and muttering dangerously, "Shut UP."
Not only were the guards amazed, but they really seemed to think they were dreaming by now. Percy? Given the chance to shout profanities at Del, and not using it? Dean was pinching himself behind his back.
"May I please see you outside?" Monica murmured nervously.
Percy nodded once, his face not changing from it's hard expression. He felt a bit hot with embarrassment for the moment as he trudged across the mile to the door; he was fully aware of everyone's gawking faces, but didn't shout or object. The moment he stepped outside with Monica, the guards rushed to the window, trying to look as unnoticeable as possible. Del rushed for his small mirror.
"I can lip read," Brutus announced. "Let me see."
There was a shuffling as the guards positioned themselves as comfortably as they could around the tiny piece of glass in the wall. Brutus poked his eyes over the rim if the window, and watched Monica talk. Percy was pretty silent the whole time.
"I had to talk with you, the girl says," Brutal informed quickly.
"Yes, but-" Dean started
"Shhh!" the men all silenced him.
"Let Brutus CONCENTRATE," Harry whispered.
"Um, uh - something about... high school," Brutus looked unsure of himself. "And," he said clearing his throat, keeping his eyes on the girl, "Something else about crushing someone..."
"That's all wrong!" Dean objected raspily.
"Shhh!"
"Look, look!" Brutus cried, forgetting to keep quiet. This made everyone trip over each other and become a mad jumble. Percy was slightly pink in the face, and the girl kept muttering. "I can't read that," Brutal pointed, "She's not talking right."
The men all watched as Percy looked at his shoes and muttered something back to her, which caused the girl to nod in understanding. Then she left.
"He - he told her that she couldn't come back because the prison was no place for her, and he said she should go back home," Brutus said in amazement. The other men gasped and stared at each other in silent agreement that saying that was true, but tough.
When the door opened and Percy stepped in, he caught all the guards at the window. They all scrambled up in a feeble attempt to look like they hadn't been doing anything. This made him darken considerably.
"Monic-... that girl... did NOT come here today," Percy told them icily.
"Who?" Harry asked, trying to hide his smile.
"What girl?" Dean said, stifling a guffaw.
"What happens off the mile, Percy," Paul grinned, holding back a laugh, "STAYS off the mile."
And everyone except for Percy, as well Del, burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
A/N: THERE is more! Aaaaand - there is more of Monica! YAY! Thank you, my first reviewer, Togemon! Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write a mere SECOND chapter! :) :) :) :)
Chapter One: Meet Monica
Monica Gilbert, otherwise known as "Little Miss Perfect" stood outside an unwelcoming iron gate which bore the words "Cold Mountain". She stood to the side inconspicuously as cars came in and out through this gate, leaving her to think that she REALLY shouldn't be there at all. It was an unhappy place; she could feel the dirty evil within, and could smell the rotten stink of mold and unwashed men from even where she was. But there was no turning back. Not now, at least.
Monica slipped through the gate after the men who had been holding it opened had left. She didn't want to talk to anyone she didn't have to. Monica wandered around for a while, looking for some sort of a building that would help her distinguish it as E block. She was surprised after only a few minutes of grazing across the mud to find herself in front of a large stone place that had a giant C painted on the side of it.
"If there is a C," she thought, "There must also be an E around here..."
Sure enough, across from the C building, there was a similar one with a D on it, and next to that one, there was an E. Of course it was E block... it made sense.
The girl took up her skirt and trotted across the way to the block she wanted. Silently, she stood outside the door, listening to a conversation that was being held inside...
"Who's training who here?" A voice said.
"That's some smart mouse, Del, like he's a circus mouse or something," someone said. Monica could tell it was a black man from the way he talked.
"A circus mouse! That's just what he is, too! When I get outta here, he's gonna make me rich, see if he don't." The voice sounded as if the owner didn't know much English...
It was now or never; everyone seemed to be in a pleasant mood.
Monica took a deep breath, fiddled with the cold, metal door handle, and stepped inside the room. She shut the heavy door behind her, so as not to seem too intrusive, but the instant she stepped inside, everyone went quiet.
There was silence for a while, then Paul spoke. "Can I help you, ma'am?" Paul asked a little uneasy sounding to her. "Are you lost?"
"No, sir... I'd, uh... I'd like to speak with Percy Wetmore. That is - if he's here..." Monica scouted among the different guards, seeing Percy late only because he was standing behind the tall Brutus. But when his name was said, Percy stepped sideways to check who was talking, and he instantly knew who it was. Nobody spoke.
"You said - you said you wanted Percy? Percy Wetmore? PERCY Wetmore?" Paul raised an eyebrow, but did nothing more when Monica nodded for a yes.
"Monica Gilbert," Percy said as if he were announcing her name for a roll call.
The expressions on the guards faces after this was priceless. Each and every one of them, besides Percy, dropped their jaw and stood dumbfounded. Percy? With a fine girl like that? What a joke! Crazy nightmare! Ha ha ha!
"Boss Percy's got a GIRLfriend!" Del hooted, shaking with laughter. "D'ya see that, Johnny? Le grand mauvais garcon! Ha!"
"Shut the f-" Percy started to shout at Del, but changed his mind, shifting uncomfortably, glancing quickly at the lady, and muttering dangerously, "Shut UP."
Not only were the guards amazed, but they really seemed to think they were dreaming by now. Percy? Given the chance to shout profanities at Del, and not using it? Dean was pinching himself behind his back.
"May I please see you outside?" Monica murmured nervously.
Percy nodded once, his face not changing from it's hard expression. He felt a bit hot with embarrassment for the moment as he trudged across the mile to the door; he was fully aware of everyone's gawking faces, but didn't shout or object. The moment he stepped outside with Monica, the guards rushed to the window, trying to look as unnoticeable as possible. Del rushed for his small mirror.
"I can lip read," Brutus announced. "Let me see."
There was a shuffling as the guards positioned themselves as comfortably as they could around the tiny piece of glass in the wall. Brutus poked his eyes over the rim if the window, and watched Monica talk. Percy was pretty silent the whole time.
"I had to talk with you, the girl says," Brutal informed quickly.
"Yes, but-" Dean started
"Shhh!" the men all silenced him.
"Let Brutus CONCENTRATE," Harry whispered.
"Um, uh - something about... high school," Brutus looked unsure of himself. "And," he said clearing his throat, keeping his eyes on the girl, "Something else about crushing someone..."
"That's all wrong!" Dean objected raspily.
"Shhh!"
"Look, look!" Brutus cried, forgetting to keep quiet. This made everyone trip over each other and become a mad jumble. Percy was slightly pink in the face, and the girl kept muttering. "I can't read that," Brutal pointed, "She's not talking right."
The men all watched as Percy looked at his shoes and muttered something back to her, which caused the girl to nod in understanding. Then she left.
"He - he told her that she couldn't come back because the prison was no place for her, and he said she should go back home," Brutus said in amazement. The other men gasped and stared at each other in silent agreement that saying that was true, but tough.
When the door opened and Percy stepped in, he caught all the guards at the window. They all scrambled up in a feeble attempt to look like they hadn't been doing anything. This made him darken considerably.
"Monic-... that girl... did NOT come here today," Percy told them icily.
"Who?" Harry asked, trying to hide his smile.
"What girl?" Dean said, stifling a guffaw.
"What happens off the mile, Percy," Paul grinned, holding back a laugh, "STAYS off the mile."
And everyone except for Percy, as well Del, burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
A/N: THERE is more! Aaaaand - there is more of Monica! YAY! Thank you, my first reviewer, Togemon! Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write a mere SECOND chapter! :) :) :) :)