Title: Pen Pals pt 3
Subtitle: The Godfather
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"Faith Wilkins!" A black woman known as Linda called. When Faith looked up, she called, "Visitor." When Faith had gotten to the cell door Linda had opened the door and put the hand and feet cuffs on before she led her to her visitor.
* Visitor? * She thought as she followed the woman down the hallway and was surprised that she wasn't taken to the phones. * Must be something big. * She thought as she was assured into a small room. Looking around she didn't see anyone.
As if reading her mind Linda answered, "They'll be here in a minute. I'll be outside." As she turned to leave, Faith shrugged her shoulders and sat at the table.
"Faith Wilkins?" A man asked as he entered the room.
"Its just Faith, but yes." Faith answered without turning around.
"Faith, my name's Matthew Osirus." He replied taking the seat in front of her. When she nodded her head he continued, "I'm here to represent you."
Faith's eyes went wide and she asked, "Represent me for what?"
"For your crimes." He answered.
"But I did them." She insisted. "I've confessed and everything." She added.
"I know, and the case is pretty much open and shut but Mayor Richard Wilkins released you from all charges against you when you were in Sunnydale." He told her and before she could respond he continued, "So the charges that hold you here don't stick. For assault, battery, robbery and running from the police shouldn't have held you here as long as it has."
Faith couldn't form words. She just sat there opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water.
Smiling Matthew replied, "It's okay. I know you feel terrible for what you've done, or else you'd still be on the run."
She knew how true his words were so she just nodded her thanks and finally got her brain to work with her mouth as she asked, "So what now?"
"Now, we go before a judge and explain how the charges against you aren't enough to hold you here. Assuming he isn't corrupt he'll agree and you'll be set free." Matthew replied watching as her face changed from guilt and regret to sad until she finally seemed at ease.
"I know I don't deserve a second chance seeing how I messed up more times to count in the last year. But thank you." She replied honestly.
"Your welcome." He replied and then continued, "I tried when you first were here, but the guards told me that you wouldn't talk to anyone. I knew then it wasn't the time, and that you had to work threw some of your guilt and anger."
Looking up at him she knew how hard it was for him to be that honest so she gave him a soft smile, and replied, "Thanks for not giving up on me."
Deciding to tell her, "Well what else is a godfather supposed to do?"
"Godfather?"
"Before your parents split up I tried to get your parents to give me custody of you and your sister but your father wouldn't hear of it." He answered. "Wendy asked me to be your godfather when you were born and Arthur was upset but at that time he wouldn't do anything to hurt your mom. Then when you sister was born Arthur ended it and took you and Christi against all of our protests. Well you know the rest."
"I do. Poor Christi, I was thinking about her the other day and how I couldn't stop dad from hitting her." Faith replied her emotions were at a high because of everything.
"Faith, you couldn't have done anything to stop him. As it was you were almost to the point of death." Matthew tried to sooth her.
"I could have left sooner, or.." Faith couldn't speak any more tears streamed down her face.
Matthew got up and went to comfort her. "It's okay." He said hugging her. Once her crying slowed down she sat up straighter and wiped her face with the ugly orange uniform they were to wear.
"Thanks." She whispered. Once she'd gotten control over herself and her emotions, she and Matthew talked until Linda came in to take her back to her cell.
"You okay?" Linda's voice held certain softness to it.
"Five by Five." Faith laughed. "I'm good, thanks."
"No problem." Linda replied once they got to her cell. Opening the door she began to unlock the cuffs and Faith stepped threw the door and heard it shut behind her.
She walked over to the letter that hadn't been there when she left to see her visitor. Opening up the letter she saw it was from D.M. Sitting on her bed she quickly read the letter.
'Dear Faith,
I laughed when I read about how chick and git were pretty much the same thing. I didn't realize it; I should use it around here and laugh at all the funny looks I'd receive. I'm sorry to hear about your father, I know that you didn't like him.but he's still your family. Sometimes I wish my father were dead, but then I think about how differently people would treat me and I really don't fancy being pitied.
I can't believe that you don't think you're strong. To be put threw what you are put threw everyday it builds character to just sit there and take it. I could learn a lot from you, my mouth tends to be faster than my brain. You are right about your accident being Mr. Finch, but I didn't think you'd say it. Must mean you're recovering from it. As for running, who wouldn't? I've heard stories about the "friend" as you call her, and she seems kind of intimidating. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone but you. I hadn't realized you were in a coma; people tend to think you fell off the face of the earth for those eight months. How did you get out of that black whole? Did this Angel guy help you? Well he's not the only one that won't let you give up. I'm here for you if you need me.
My life? Hmm, where to start? I guess there's no real place to begin, but (don't tell anyone) I'm a wizard. My father, is what you would call a "black hat", he works along side of an evil but powerful wizard. Now I hope you're not thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking. Which is that I'm crazy, I'm not. It's true I am in school, just not the normal type of school. I'm a seventh year student at Hogwarts. I know this is all kind of confusing, and I hope that I haven't scared you away. And yes you are a friend to me. You're one of the only people I can truly talk to. I don't have very many either, just two main ones and even they're hardly around.
I think the reason they attack you is because they can sense something different about you, and it scares them. I don't know if I could help but fight back, but I guess it just screws you over. Yuck, at least you don't have to go to classroom in a dungeon. That's my favorite class, isn't that strange? Hmm, makes me also wonder where they get these guards. Maybe they purposely ask for stupid guards to apply. I could see the ad, "Wanted! Stupid cops for a Woman's Correctional Center". Ha ha. Yikes! Sorry to hear about you having to spend time in an actual jail, with men and women.
Well I'm done for the night. Hope to hear from you soon. Sincerely, D.M.'
Faith tried hard not to bust up laughing at the part about the guards. She quickly sobered up when she saw the guards checking up on everyone, calling "Lights Out!". Faith put the letter aside and decided she'd write later. She didn't mind him being a wizard, cause that explained a lot. * Like how he heard about Buffy and me. Not to mention about Allen Finch. * That was the last thing she remembered before her head hit the pillow. No one noticed a man with icy blue eyes staring at her sleeping form.
TBC
Subtitle: The Godfather
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"Faith Wilkins!" A black woman known as Linda called. When Faith looked up, she called, "Visitor." When Faith had gotten to the cell door Linda had opened the door and put the hand and feet cuffs on before she led her to her visitor.
* Visitor? * She thought as she followed the woman down the hallway and was surprised that she wasn't taken to the phones. * Must be something big. * She thought as she was assured into a small room. Looking around she didn't see anyone.
As if reading her mind Linda answered, "They'll be here in a minute. I'll be outside." As she turned to leave, Faith shrugged her shoulders and sat at the table.
"Faith Wilkins?" A man asked as he entered the room.
"Its just Faith, but yes." Faith answered without turning around.
"Faith, my name's Matthew Osirus." He replied taking the seat in front of her. When she nodded her head he continued, "I'm here to represent you."
Faith's eyes went wide and she asked, "Represent me for what?"
"For your crimes." He answered.
"But I did them." She insisted. "I've confessed and everything." She added.
"I know, and the case is pretty much open and shut but Mayor Richard Wilkins released you from all charges against you when you were in Sunnydale." He told her and before she could respond he continued, "So the charges that hold you here don't stick. For assault, battery, robbery and running from the police shouldn't have held you here as long as it has."
Faith couldn't form words. She just sat there opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water.
Smiling Matthew replied, "It's okay. I know you feel terrible for what you've done, or else you'd still be on the run."
She knew how true his words were so she just nodded her thanks and finally got her brain to work with her mouth as she asked, "So what now?"
"Now, we go before a judge and explain how the charges against you aren't enough to hold you here. Assuming he isn't corrupt he'll agree and you'll be set free." Matthew replied watching as her face changed from guilt and regret to sad until she finally seemed at ease.
"I know I don't deserve a second chance seeing how I messed up more times to count in the last year. But thank you." She replied honestly.
"Your welcome." He replied and then continued, "I tried when you first were here, but the guards told me that you wouldn't talk to anyone. I knew then it wasn't the time, and that you had to work threw some of your guilt and anger."
Looking up at him she knew how hard it was for him to be that honest so she gave him a soft smile, and replied, "Thanks for not giving up on me."
Deciding to tell her, "Well what else is a godfather supposed to do?"
"Godfather?"
"Before your parents split up I tried to get your parents to give me custody of you and your sister but your father wouldn't hear of it." He answered. "Wendy asked me to be your godfather when you were born and Arthur was upset but at that time he wouldn't do anything to hurt your mom. Then when you sister was born Arthur ended it and took you and Christi against all of our protests. Well you know the rest."
"I do. Poor Christi, I was thinking about her the other day and how I couldn't stop dad from hitting her." Faith replied her emotions were at a high because of everything.
"Faith, you couldn't have done anything to stop him. As it was you were almost to the point of death." Matthew tried to sooth her.
"I could have left sooner, or.." Faith couldn't speak any more tears streamed down her face.
Matthew got up and went to comfort her. "It's okay." He said hugging her. Once her crying slowed down she sat up straighter and wiped her face with the ugly orange uniform they were to wear.
"Thanks." She whispered. Once she'd gotten control over herself and her emotions, she and Matthew talked until Linda came in to take her back to her cell.
"You okay?" Linda's voice held certain softness to it.
"Five by Five." Faith laughed. "I'm good, thanks."
"No problem." Linda replied once they got to her cell. Opening the door she began to unlock the cuffs and Faith stepped threw the door and heard it shut behind her.
She walked over to the letter that hadn't been there when she left to see her visitor. Opening up the letter she saw it was from D.M. Sitting on her bed she quickly read the letter.
'Dear Faith,
I laughed when I read about how chick and git were pretty much the same thing. I didn't realize it; I should use it around here and laugh at all the funny looks I'd receive. I'm sorry to hear about your father, I know that you didn't like him.but he's still your family. Sometimes I wish my father were dead, but then I think about how differently people would treat me and I really don't fancy being pitied.
I can't believe that you don't think you're strong. To be put threw what you are put threw everyday it builds character to just sit there and take it. I could learn a lot from you, my mouth tends to be faster than my brain. You are right about your accident being Mr. Finch, but I didn't think you'd say it. Must mean you're recovering from it. As for running, who wouldn't? I've heard stories about the "friend" as you call her, and she seems kind of intimidating. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone but you. I hadn't realized you were in a coma; people tend to think you fell off the face of the earth for those eight months. How did you get out of that black whole? Did this Angel guy help you? Well he's not the only one that won't let you give up. I'm here for you if you need me.
My life? Hmm, where to start? I guess there's no real place to begin, but (don't tell anyone) I'm a wizard. My father, is what you would call a "black hat", he works along side of an evil but powerful wizard. Now I hope you're not thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking. Which is that I'm crazy, I'm not. It's true I am in school, just not the normal type of school. I'm a seventh year student at Hogwarts. I know this is all kind of confusing, and I hope that I haven't scared you away. And yes you are a friend to me. You're one of the only people I can truly talk to. I don't have very many either, just two main ones and even they're hardly around.
I think the reason they attack you is because they can sense something different about you, and it scares them. I don't know if I could help but fight back, but I guess it just screws you over. Yuck, at least you don't have to go to classroom in a dungeon. That's my favorite class, isn't that strange? Hmm, makes me also wonder where they get these guards. Maybe they purposely ask for stupid guards to apply. I could see the ad, "Wanted! Stupid cops for a Woman's Correctional Center". Ha ha. Yikes! Sorry to hear about you having to spend time in an actual jail, with men and women.
Well I'm done for the night. Hope to hear from you soon. Sincerely, D.M.'
Faith tried hard not to bust up laughing at the part about the guards. She quickly sobered up when she saw the guards checking up on everyone, calling "Lights Out!". Faith put the letter aside and decided she'd write later. She didn't mind him being a wizard, cause that explained a lot. * Like how he heard about Buffy and me. Not to mention about Allen Finch. * That was the last thing she remembered before her head hit the pillow. No one noticed a man with icy blue eyes staring at her sleeping form.
TBC