A/N : I now know that writing a sadistic character is alot easier than writing a kind and caring character. Maybe that's just the sadistic part of me, I don't know, lol. I can't guarantee the quality of this story as I've already written a story about this movie, and I usually don't do well the second time around but I've tried my very best. You'll have to forgive me if I repeat names alot, I do this because I want to make absolutely sure that everyone knows who's talking when and what they're saying. If Angela comes off as too naïve or too sweet, that's because she is. The story starts just before the movie begins and will be intertwined with the movie. In case you're wondering why a female would be brought to the Green Mile, just think that it's because there were no execution facilities at the women's prison, or there was no room.

Angela Davis blinked as the sunlight hit her eyes, and groaned as she stretched her back and her legs. She had been sitting in the van she had just stepped out of for a long time and everything hurt. She started when she felt a hand on her arm, and looked up, straight into the blue eyes of a very big man. She had been in awe of him when she had first met him at the women's prison and she was still in awe now. She must have been gawking at him because he smiled softly at her.

"This way," he said in a surprisingly soft voice, pointing at the building in front of them.

Angela nodded dumbly and looked away from the big man to look at the building. She took a deep breath as she looked at the large building in front of her, ignoring the cat calls coming from some of the barred windows. She prepared to follow the big man, as he started walking, when suddenly she felt her arm being grabbed by someone, who roughly started pulling her along. Angela looked at the man holding her arm, he was only about two inches taller than her 5 foot 4 inches, and he didn't look very strong, but Angela couldn't break his grip.

"Let's go, little girl," the man said "We aint got all day."

"Percy," the big man warned. "Let her go."

The man, Percy, stopped and turned around to look at the big man.

"Don't go blowing your top, I'm just taking her to her cell," Percy said.

The big man pulled Percy away from Angela and gave him a slight push.

"I can do that just fine," the big man said, gently guiding Angela forward.

Percy was left behind as they walked on. Angela was brought to her cell by Brutal and he opened the door. Angela stepped into the cell and grimly looked around. She wasn't so naïve that she didn't know what a jail-cell looked like but she'd never been in one before. She jumped a bit when Brutal closed the door, and she heard someone snicker behind her. She looked back and saw Percy standing there. Brutal threw Percy a warning glare before walking off, Percy followed him after throwing Angela one more disturbing look.

Not long after the big man came back, this time accompanied by more men in the same uniforms. Angela's face contorted into a grimace when she noticed Percy was there as well.

"Miss Davis," an unfamiliar man began. "My name is Paul Edgecomb, this here is Harry Terwilliger," he said, pointing at an older man, then pointing at a younger and very skinny man "this is Dean Stanton. And I believe you've already met Brutus Howell, nicknamed Brutal, and Percy Whetmore."

During the last two introductions, Edgecomb pointed at the big man and the man she already knew to be named Percy. Whereas Brutal merely nodded at her, Percy threw her an eerie smile. Angela quickly forced her attention away from the creepy man, and looked at Edgecomb as he started talking again.

"We will be here during the two weeks before the day of your execution, if there's anything you need and it's within certain boundaries, you may ask any one of us for it."

Angela nodded and privately told herself to never ask Percy Whetmore for anything. Angela took the opportunity to study Edgecomb's features. He looked uncomfortable, almost as though he was in pain.

"Now," Edgecomb said. "Is there any particular name you want us to call you by?. Your first name or your last name?"

Angela thought for a moment and then said, "Angela's my full name, my momma always calls me Angel. Either will be fine, I suppose."

"I talked to your mother, she's a good woman," Brutal said, softly.

"That she is," Angela said, with a small smile. "She's very sweet, though she's had it rough. I sometimes wonder how she did it, raise three kids all on her own. It couldn't have been easy."

Brutal wanted to ask what had happened to her father, the file had said nothing about her father whatsoever, but he didn't want to upset her. It wasn't his business anyway. Percy, however, had no such reservations.

"What happened to your daddy?" he asked, bluntly.

Angela didn't say anything, and merely stared at the ground. Edgecomb scowled at Percy, and Stanton and Terwilliger shook their heads at Percy's coldness.

"Dammit Percy," Brutal said.

"What?" Percy asked, feigning innocence. "I was just asking."

"He died when I was four," Angela's voice cut in before Brutal could say anything else. "My mother raised me and my brothers from then on."

Percy didn't look like he cared one bit but he was obviously hell-bent on hurting her feelings.

"Did he kill himself or did someone else do it for him?" Percy asked.

"Christ Percy, what's the matter with you?" Edgecomb exploded.

Percy backed away from the angry guards in front of him

"Never mind," he quickly said. "I have to get back to work anyway, we have another criminal coming in. Some of us actually work around here."

Percy walked off with Dean Stanton and Harry Terwilliger behind him, and Brutal took a calming breath.

"Man doesn't know when to quit," Brutal said to Edgecomb.

Edgecomb nodded in agreement and turned to Angela.

"My apologies for his behaviour just now. Percy doesn't seem to understand that in the Mile we hold no personal grudges against any of the death row occupants, regardless of what they've done," Edgecomb said.

Angela nodded and clutched the bars in front of her. Edgecomb and Brutal shared a look and Brutal nodded.

"I read in your file that you did alot of reading when you were a child," Edgecomb said, changing the subject. "Do you still like to read?"

Angela nodded with a smile. "I read as much as I can."

"Well, it may be possible for us to get you some books. Nothing fancy, you understand. Just something to keep your mind off things," Edgecomb said.

"That would be wonderful," Angela enthused, her face lighting up.

"Paul?" Dean Stanton's voice came. "The next prisoner will be here in half an hour."

Edgecomb looked at Stanton and nodded.

"We have to get back to work," Edgecomb said. "Remember, holler if you need anything."

Angela nodded and Edgecomb and Brutal went to move away.

"Boss Edgecomb," Angela's voice rang out before he could walk away.

"Yes, Angela?" Edgecomb said.

"If you read my file, why are being so nice to me?" she asked, frowning.

Edgecomb was silent for a brief moment, before saying, "I don't believe you did what they're accusing you of."

And he didn't. This young girl had been accused of killing and disposing of three men, all three of them twice her size. She was 5 foot 4 inches and couldn't weigh more than 100 pounds, soaking wet. There was no way she killed those men. Angela seemed surprised at this but she said nothing. Edgecomb walked off, and after a last glance at Angela, so did Brutal.