June 29, 1939
Harry Terwilliger was walking down the Mile doing a cell check and writing on a clipboard. He paused at Wharton's cell when a long stream of urine hit his leg. Wharton was peeing on him. Terwilliger jumped back and Wharton howled with laughter.
"Yeehaaw" he cried out "Good shot, weren't it?. Oh, the look on your face"
Edgecomb and Brutal came running towards Terwilliger, who was looking at Wharton with a stunned look on his face.
"You believe this?" Terwilliger said to the other wardens "Son of a bitch pissed on me"
"Hey, d'yall like that?. I'm currently cooking some turds t'go with it" Wharton taunted "Nice soft ones. I'll have 'em out t'yall tomorrow"
Angela shuddered in revulsion as Edgecomb, Terwilliger and Brutal shared a look and Edgecomb nodded at the restraint room.
"We've been looking to clear that room out anyway" Edgecomb said.
Before long all the stuff in the restraint room was hauled out and past Wharton's cell.
"Hey. Whassit now, movin' day?" Wharton heckled them "Y'all wanna come in and dust a little?. Y'can shine my knob for me while yer at it"
Angela frowned in consternation, didn't the man have any shame?. Edgecomb and Brutal stepped to the bars, Edgecomb carrying a canvas straitjacket with him while Brutal pulled his nightstick.
"You can come in here on your legs but you'll go out on your backs, Billy the Kid guarantee ya that" Wharton warned before motioning to Brutal "C'mon, fuckstick. No sneakin' up on me this time. We'll go man to man..."
Angela snorted at that. Wharton didn't stand a chance against Brutal when it was man to man.
"...see who's the better fel..." Wharton continued before cutting himself off when he saw what was going on.
Terwilliger was standing in front of him with a fire hose pointed at him. The hose erupted, driving Wharton across the cell with bone-jarring force. Angela clapped a hand over her mouth, not quite suppressing a smile. The water battered him half-senseless before it was cut off and Wharton collapsed in a heap.
Edgecomb and Brutal dragged him semi-unconscious from his cell and got the straitjacket on him. He came around as they drew the straps tight and pulled him to his feet.
"C'mon, Wild Bill" Edgecomb mocked "Little walky walky"
Angela giggled at this and Wharton turned to her and tried to attack her, only to be held back by Edgecomb and Brutal. Seeing he couldn't get to Angela, he turned back to Edgecomb.
"Don't call me that. Wild Bill Hickock wasn't no range rider. He was just a bushwackin' John Law. Dumb sonofabitch sat with his back to the door and killed by a drunk"
"Oh my suds and body" Brutal said in his soft voice "A history lesson. You just never know what you're gonna get when you come to work every day on the Green Mile. Thank you, Wild Bill"
Wharton let out a scream of rage and threw himself at Brutal, who merely shoved him back to Edgecomb. Edgecomb then propelled Wharton down the Mile and toward the open restraint room door. Wharton apparently didn't want to go in because he started begging.
"Oh, not in there. C'mon now, I'll be good. Honest Injun I will. No. No" Wharton shouted, suddenly falling to the ground and bucking and jerking wildly, spewing drool.
"Holy Christ" Terwilliger exclaimed "He's pitching a fit"
Edgecomb obviously wasn't impressed as he started dragging Wharton kicking and writhing the rest of the way.
"He'll be fine, boys" Edgecomb said while doing so "Trust me on this one"
Brutal helped Edgecomb toss Wharton headlong into the padded room before slamming the door. Noise erupted from the small room before Wharton yelled out "All I wanted me was a little cornbread, you motherfuckers"
Angela shook her head, if all that was about a piece of cornbread, Wharton was a sad, sad man.
June 30, 1939
The first thing, Edgecomb and Brutal did that day was unlock the restraint room. Angela couldn't hear or see him but apparently he had been punished enough since they hauled him out. Wharton looked pale and drained as he was released from the straitjacket and pushed back into his cell. Angela sighed, maybe now he had learned his lesson. Maybe now he wouldn't be so loud and obnoxious anymore. Yeah, and maybe now pigs could fly. Angela shook her head and turned away from the bars. Her face fell as she looked at John Coffey, who was now on his bunk trying to sleep.
"That poor man" she said to Edgecomb and Brutal, who were still standing in the Mile "He told me what had happened the day he was accused of murder. How he tried to bring the two girls back to life after finding them, and how he couldn't. When they found him holdingthem close, they thought he was the murderer. And now he's going to be executed for something he didn't even do"
Edgecomb and Brutal shared a look. Here she was feeling sorry for John Coffey, when she was in exactly the same situation. Brutal looked at the small girl standing on the other side of the bars and covered one of her small hands with one of her own. Angela started but then smiled at him. Brutal smiled back as Edgecomb looked on. Something passed between them and Edgecomb didn't like it.
"Brutal, I'm gonna head back to the office now, why don't you come with me?" Edgecomb asked.
"In a minute" Brutal said, still looking at Angela.
Edgecomb frowned at this but he merely nodded and walked to the office. Edgecomb was worried, very worried, about his friend. Angela Davis was set to die in just seven days and here it looked as if Brutal had developed feelings for the girl that went beyond friendship. Edgecomb knew there was no way of getting around Angela's execution, only a miracle would save her, and when the time came and Angela was put to death, Brutal would be left behind. He shook his head as he sat down at the desk, all he could do was wait and see what happened.
Angela and Brutal in the mean time were lost in a world of their own. Angela's heart was pounding madly as she stood there, as close to the man in front of her as she could be with the bars between them. Brutal was intently staring into her eyes, as if trying to find the answer to a question that was bothering him. Their faces were drawing closer and closer together, and they were unaware of the fact, or maybe they were very aware, but unwilling to stop it.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Wild Bill Wharton started hooting and hollering. Brutal closed his eyes and swore under his breath. He went to turn around to say something to Wharton when two small hands grabbed his face and turned him back. Soft lips touched his but they were gone before Brutal could respond.
Angela was shocked as she drew back, she couldn't believe what she had just done. What must he think of me?, she thought frantically. The smile that broke out on Brutal's face took all her doubts away, however, and when Brutal drew Angela towards him again and their lips met once more, all hesitation was gone.
"Hey, hey" Wharton called "What about me?. I'm wanting me a bit of that"
Brutal and Angela pulled apart, their eyes locked on eachother.
"I'm sorry, Bill, I don't think Brutal swings that way" Angela blurted out, blushing as she realized what she had said.
The smile reappeared on Brutal's face as Del started laughing. John Coffey, who had been awoken by Wild Bill's hooting and hollering, looked on, confusion marking his face.
"He don't swing what way?" he asked softly.
Angela threw Coffey a warm smile and giggled "Never mind, John"
Wharton, however, was far from amused. He was scowling at Angela as he walked backwards to his cot. He sat down, not taking his eyes off of the young girl, and Angela swallowed hard. She had done it again, she had insulted Wild Bill Wharton. A large and warm hand covered her hand again and when she looked up she looked into the gentle face of Brutus Howell.
"Don't worry about him, he wont hurt you, he'll never go anywhere near you" Brutal said softly.
Angela nodded, hoping that what he said was true. If it wasn't, she'd be in more trouble than she could handle.
A/N : Well, there it is, the first kiss. I do hate having to rush things like that but what with her only being there for two weeks it has to fast or there will be no time for more romance. I just hope none of you are running away from this story now. Please review and let me know what you think, or if you wont review, at least keep reading, I'll definitely keep writing.