Disclaimer: Don own anything. I got the idea for this story from the film Shawshank Redemption. And I don't own that either.

6 MONTHS LATER

"Yes mama………..yes mama……..mama ya don make friends in prison, ya make enemies………no mama I haven't gotta lot of enemies……..I got a couple of people watchin ma back, don worry…….they're not ma friends…….they're jus people I know…..yes mama……I gotta go mama….no I'm not lying….bye mama……bye."

I could here Peter laughing behind me. Well it was alright for him. His parents are both dead, when he's not in prison he just lives with his aunt. It took Bruce a little longer to start laughing.

"Aw shut up Peter." I said.

"Yer such a mama's boy Alex."

"Ahm not!"

"Ya are. And she wouldn't want anything happenin to her darlin' boy. So make friends ickle Alex."

"ha ha ha ha."

We turned to look at Bruce.

He stared blankly back.

"Right. Ok. So Alex. Coming to the gym for a while?"

"Nah. I'm gonna tahlk ta Remy."

"Again. Yer always talkin to him."

"Well. He's always got good advice."

I began to walk across the stone courtyard to the tall wall that He always sat at. I notice how he always sat there, exact same spot, same position, just sitting in the sun, smoking a cigarette with a satisfied grin on his face and his eyes shut. He didn't need to keep his eyes open at all times. No one ever bothered him.

Well.

Except me.

"Hey Remy. Can I join ya?" I asked cautiously.

"Feel free kid." I sat down beside him on the hard ground mimicking his sitting position. "Called yo'r mama?"

"Yeah. Man is she annoying."

"She's jus looking' out fo' what's best for yo' kid."

"I know tha'. But why the hell does she have ta be so over protective of meh?"

"Maybe she lost something once and shes scared she gonna loose yo' t'. "

"Well she aint gonna loose meh."

"If she aint loosin ya kid den why yo' in prison."

"oh."

Id never thought of it like that before. I guess she really was loosing me.

"So what yo' planning on doin when yo' get outta here?"

"Ah dunno. Aint really though bout it."

"Bet yo' were real smart at school, top grades an everyt'in."

"How d'ya know that?"

"Yo' mama sounds like a smart woman. Ever thought bout law."

"Law? A little. Thought of changing it. Changin it so I don have ta end up here. Why d'ya say law?"

"Yo' real good at arguing a point. An dere be people out dere dat could usin you in dere corner. T'ink bout. Yo' got first hand experience of bein in jail. If yo' went inta law yo' could help people not end up like yo' are now."

I could do it. My grades at School were good enough to do something like law. And I was really good arguing. Maybe I could be a lawyer.

"If I become a lawyer, then I can come back and get ya outta here. An Bruce and Peter."

I watched as he laughed his eyes shinning in that peculiar way they always did. "'fraid I be a lost hope kid. But yeah. I ' spose yo' could come back and get Peter and Bruce out. But not me kid."

"Why not? If ah got ya outta here its not lahke ya'd have no where ta go. Ya could come live with meh and mama. She wouldn't mind."

He looked me in the eye and said, "I'm sure she wouldn't. But Im gonna be in here a long time."

"How longs yer sentence?"

"Life."

"Life!!! Yer jokin!"

"Nope. I aint jokin. I be grateful fo' dat. I be lucky dat it aint de death penalty I be facin."

"But, but, how, how could they give ya life?"

"'Member kid. I don everyt'in."

"That's jus rumours though. What did ya actually do?"

He looked away from me for a while. Whatever it was he did I could see it was hurtin' him inside. Hurtin' him a lot.

Whenever he was silent for a while I knew that was my cue to leave and was about to when he said, "I be responsible fo' a lot of deaths kid. A man, by de name of Nathianal Essex hired me t' gather a group o' mutants. So I did. Didn't know why Mister Essex wanted dem but I owed de man an' I never go back on ma word. So den Mr Essex be telling me t'take dese mutants inta some tunnels and basically follow dey'r lead. Dose mutants massacred a group of underground mutants called the Morlocks. I couldn't stop dem. I tried t'save as many as I could, but it was not'in compared t'de damage I had caused. So dats why I be in here. Cause I was responsible for de team of mutants."

Prison was a bad place and if you wanted to survive you had to have a reputation. They kind that says, "Get to Fuck." So, a crying man kinda ruins that reputation, which was why at this moment, in this time, this man, was not crying. But maybe at another moment, another time, this man would be crying.

"Ya were jus following orders." I said.

"Dat aint an excuse kid. I did wrong, an now I be payin fo' it."

"But its not fair!"

"Non kid, it aint fair. But its life. Look kid. De past has a nasty way of catchin up wit yo', so promise me dis. When yo' get outta here, yo' find dose folks yo' stole from an yo' apologise. Den after dat yo' get a life an yo' help yo' mama out. Cause she needs yo'. Got it?"

"I got it."

"Promise."

"I promise."

"Good. Now, can I ask yo' a question?"

I was so taken aback by this that I didn't answer for a while. Remy never asked me questions. It was like he knew everything about me already. It was weird. But after a while I managed to splutter out, "Yeah sure."

"What was yo' papa's name?"

I had to think about this one. "Well….this is gonna sound crazy…..but….. I don't know."

"Yo' don know?"

"Nope. Ma Mama don like tahlkin bout ma da'. She says it hurts too much. But she tells me lil' things like he was really good at card tricks and stuff…………………….. She misses him."

"She does?"

"Well, she's always sayin stuff lahke 'Yer as bad as yer papa.' and 'ye are definitely yer fathers son.' but yeah. She misses him."

I watched as he slowly stood up, there was a shine in his eyes again, "I gotta be goin' kid. Dere be some fresh fish (A.N: New prisoners.) coming in tonight an I don wan Mortimer harassin de poor guys. So I be seein yo' later kid." He walked away a couple of steps and then turned back round, "Next time yo' talk t'yo' mama, yo' tell her dat James be sayin hi, but mind dat be all yo' tell her. Got it Kid?"

"Got it."

He smiled and walked away. While he walked I thought, "There goes the most dangerous man in this prison. This man that's so dangerous that he wanna be sayin hiya ta ma mama. So dangerous that he now be standin' up fer some guys he aint never met before. This man aint dangerous. This jus be a man looking ta make a difference in a world run by hate."

It was at that moment I knew what I was going to do when I finally got out. I was going to get a job as a lawyer. I was going to set ma mama up in a real nice house. And I was going to come back to this shit hole and get my friends out. I was going to come back and get the one man that stood up for me. The man that had been like a father to me.