Hello, I'm back. SorryI didnt update, been busy. I see that alot are touched by my fic. Well, i really didnt expect it to go that far, but I'm glad it did. Any way, i hope you all enjoy the next chapter.
Deep within the bowels of a Security prison
Little vermin and pests, ranging from rats to insects, scurried across the ground from out the cracks in the cold, hard, damp walls. The putrid smell of manly body odor lingered through the air as well as the foul smell of poorly unclogged toilets in the clammy prison cells. Hollow footsteps echoed across the halls as more inmates were brought in from outside. Two armed security guards had shackled and restrained the Irish assassin in a pair of extremely, uncomfortable handcuffs that nearly cut off the blood circulation to her wrists. Cruelly, they shoved her inside one of the prison cells and immediately locked the door.
Now the blonde one was behind bars, for being apart of the shoot out that took place back at the restaurant. Observing the surroundings, nothing was seen to be available but a slanted bed and an old, broken-down toilet. Curling up against the chilly damp walls, Nina felt alone without anyone to comfort her. Already she missed the bright smile of her son, the joyful laughter of Xiaoyu, and the good times she started to realize she had. It seemed those days were now over.
No more annoying visits from the perky next-door neighbor and no more spending time with the loving son. This was how it was meant to be. But this was no longer how she wanted it. Being away from friends, and being away from family wasn't viable. There had to be a way to escape, there had to be a way to break out of the confines of this horrible place she was in, and the Irish native was going to find it.
Breakfast timeAll the malicious inmates lined up single file in the cafeteria, dreadfully accepting whatever was available on the not so tasty sounding menu. The cooking was atrocious and the meals tasted more like thick rubber than they did food. Sadly, it was all the detainees were given. They couldn't have anything else.
Down in the far corner of the room, away from the long line of inmates, Nina sat alone at an empty table, thinking only about Steve. It seemed she'd do anything to see his wonderfully, clean-shaven face again. As she daydreamed about the golden haired boxer, a couple of convicts leaving the breakfast line quickly dropped their trays beside her and sat down.
"Well, Hwoarang, look at what we got here! It's a woman, and not only that…she's actually a pretty woman," said a tall, blonde haired Caucasian man.
"Whoa! You're right, Paul, she's hot! It's been awhile since we seen a woman around here, especially a hot one," agreed an orange haired Korean man.
Seeing a beautiful lady wasn't very common to them since they had spent three long painful years behind bars without any females around. As time dragged on, during their sentence, they started to forget what a woman looked like. They stared at the lovely assassin from head to toe, perceiving every last detail shown on her magnificent body.
The blonde European's penetrating, cold blue eyes glared back at them menacingly, signifying she did not want them near her. But the two really didn't notice or pay attention to her petrifying gaze. Instead, they seemed more interested in learning her identity
"Hey sweetie, what's your name?" asked the Korean man, nudging close to the disgruntled assassin.
"What's your name?" Nina quickly snapped.
"The name's Hwoarang, and my friend over there is Paul Phoenix."
The two extended their arms wanting to shake hands, but the Irish woman snorted rudely at both of them and went back to eating the horribly cooked food that sat on the table in front of her.
"I'm Nina," she replied sternly.
"Ok, so, Nina, what are you in for?"
"Shooting people, you?"
Hwoarang paused for a slight moment looking back at Paul nervously with his eyes bulged. He found it quite shocking to hear the young woman's reply as he thought it would have been something a little less violent. But he surely did not know Nina Williams.
"We got arrested for car jacking," he said shamefully, bowing his head down.
Paul shot his Korean pal a couple of annoyed glances, revealing he did not want Hwoarang to share that bit of information. He found it to be quite embarrassing since most of the other inmates laughed and made fun of both of them when it was brought up. The crimes the other detainee's had committed were much worse than stealing someone's vehicle. Most of their felonies involved murder and vicious assaults against police. Expecting to hear low chuckles, Paul instead heard nothing come from the assassin's lips.
No sighs of laughter were noticeable on her pale skinned face. There was nothing hysterical about it for her to even crack a smile. Hwoarang found it odd that she didn't even giggle.
"How come you're not laughing? Don't you want to make fun of us and tell us how stupid that sounds compared to what you did?"
"I see no reason to laugh at either of you. I don't see the humor in it at all," stated the assassin.
The two were stunned by her response. They expected her to snicker and make fun of them like the other inmates, but surprisingly she didn't. Inside the Penitentiary, Hwoarang and Paul were usually never taken seriously. They weren't considered tough or bad despite their destructive nature in various fighting Tournaments. For days, they watched from their cell as they saw Nina sit up against the concrete walls looking totally depressed.
Ever since they met her, they did whatever they could to try and cheer her up. Sure they looked like a couple of overconfident, bumbling, perverted fools, but they really weren't. Although they were nice to the Irish assassin, she hardly showed them any signs of gratitude, later that all changed. One day, Craig Marduk, one of the biggest and strongest inmates within the penitentiary, picked a fight with young Hwoarang when he refused to give up one of his meals to him. No one had ever refused to give Marduk anything.
The battle was taken outside with no guards in sight. The Korean man found himself in a tight situation once Craig had sucker punched him to the dusty ground. Believing she had seen enough, Nina surprisingly stepped in and elbowed Marduk in the gut. The Australian brawler was then popped in the face by one of the young assassin's hard right-hand haymakers, and received a staggering kick to the jaw. The entire penitentiary was in shock when they saw the baldheaded bully down on his hands and knees.
With the brute beaten, Nina, along with Paul, went over to check Hworang's condition. The Korean man was fine, only suffering from a few minor bruises to the side of his head.
"Come on big guy, let's get you back inside," Paul said, draping his young pal's body over his shoulder.
Although she didn't quite know it, Nina was slowly starting to show compassion.