Daaaaamn. I jukst looked at chapter seven and saw how short it was-
sorry, guys. Anyway, here's the last chapter- just kidding! If you have
ideas for how it should go, then please let me know. I just might take it
seriously. ^_^
CHAPTER SEVEN: Glass
The name of the prison guard was John. He was a little tall and stout- but that was how most prison guards were- she thought. John was nice. He gave her her food right on time, every day, and sometimes made conversations with her. She never told him anything about her job or Mr. Oak. She knew he would have her killed if she did. Perhaps it would come to that, but for the time being, she was ready to wait. Her leg was hurt and in no position to escape. She guessed that Oak would bail her out and she would move to florida or someplace where she would be rewarded for her accomplished mission.
Her inmates were both a little crazy. Stephanie was convicted of armed robbery of one of the larger banks in the area, and Marg was older, with dark brown hair and a stern face. Misty hadn't asked what she was in for, but the way that everyone seemed to maneuver around the subject suggested that it was bad. Misty didn't care- she could defend herself against any woman, not to mention most men.
Most of her time was spent thinking about life and pondering what had happened in her past. She was given recess and other privileges, but most of the people there didn't care for her- Ash was a symbol to them of hope and hard work going to good. They didn't like the fact that she had killed him. Nothing seemed to matter, for she felt she would be out the next day.
Misty stayed in prison for two years.
Mr. Oak had come to visit her once, a month after her capture. She had sat across from him and he had looked at her for the longest time- not saying anything. "Misty," he finally said, "You did a good job." Nodded. She thought so too. "But Ketchum is still alive." Mr. Oak was not joking- he never did. This was especially not the time to joke. "You must be joking." "No. The shot to his chest was deflected by his rib cage. Now he's in the hospital, and he only wants to see you." This was almost as big a shock as the first news as she had received. "Well." she was at a loss for words. "Misty, I'm going to let you have some time to think about what you've done." He then left.
Her trial was a week later and she'd been found guilty. So two years passed and misty had practically gone brain dead. She didn't talk- ever- except to john. She stared when the TV said something about Ash, looking bewildered. Marg had been taken out and was executed. Steph- as they called her, was still her inmate, and had been good friends with her. So for two years, she had eaten disgusting prison food, bought cigarettes from john, and slept with steph spooning her.
Until one day, she had a visitor. She got up from the chair and walked calmly into the room. Another woman was in a cell two rows down from her and was talking with her husband. She looked a little like marg, but wasn't. Marg definitely was married. She had killed her- Then misty saw her visitor. It was Ash Ketchum. He was sitting in the chair on the other side of the glass and seemed not to see her. Misty then pretended not to see him. She sat down and slowly looked up.
He was staring at her, his face looked so sad. She stared back at him, waiting for him to say something- she would not be the first to speak. But he didn't speak either. They stared at each other for possibly thirty minutes, not saying anything. Ash's gaze never faltered, but Misty was a little nervous. She had almost killed him. Almost, but not quite. He was invincible. She looked into his brown eyes. They swallowed her up and she saw her reflection in them. She looked frightened. A caged animal. She tried to remember why she had so eagerly accepted the job. It was because of what Mr. Oak had told her. But was that the truth? He had left her to rot in a cell, and she was beginning to have doubts. The man in front of her certainly didn't look like the criminal he had been described as. His spiky hair was familiar to her, though she couldn't explain why. She slowly felt an urge inside her rise- and urge to touch his hair. It looked so soft.
"Why did you come here?" she asked. She didn't care what the answer was. Her life was over. "To ask you." "What?" "Things."
She felt like hitting him with a mallet. What a jerk. "I wanted to ask you some things, too." "Before or after you shot me?" "Why do you care?" "No reason."
It was then she realized that they were in the same boat. They had both lost the will to live or fight.
"Why did you shoot me?" "I was hired." "Then why did you shoot me to make me suffer?" *BANG!* Misty's eyes flickered, remembering her aiming right for his chest, then arm, then leg. "Because." She couldn't answer that. "Because why?" Even she didn't know. "I think I've been lied to." "Who are you?" Misty had never really thought about that before. She had always just assumed that she was Misty Waterflower. "Misty Waterflower." "Misty Waterflower was kidnapped by someone and disappeared for six years."
". I think I've been lied to." She didn't want to talk anymore. She hadn't expected this guy to be as confused as her. She stood and looked down at him. "I," she waited for a moment, wondering how this could have happened. She had had a mental picture of her living in Florida, drinking margaritas and lying on the beach. "I want to talk to you later." Ash nodded, "we both have things we need to find out."
She left then, returning to her bed and falling asleep, having a dream, again.
:0:0 When the girl woke up, she remembered only the sight of the swinging light from the basement ceiling. She didn't open her eyes, just listened to the quiet around her. She could feel that she was in a bed, with warm, thick sheets. It made her feel safe. That was something she hadn't remembered feeling for a while.
After a minute, she heard voices outside the door. Gary was talking to someone. And old man with a voice slightly similar to his. "You mean she doesn't remember anything?" "nothing" silence. "I'm not going to take part in this." The old one said. "You think it's too risky?" "Yes. He'll stop at no end to find her. You know the police will be involved." "No one will suspect you. We'll hide here for a week and then move to the forest for a week, then back here." "You're in way over your head." "Don't worry. I've waited too long for this opportunity. I can't give up, now." "What about my work? My plans?" "I think she'll come in handy with that."
The footsteps went on down the hall, and misty slept again.
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chapter seven completed. I'm really on a roll. ^_^ I think I'll take a break for a while, though, what with Christmas and all. Keep reviewing.
CHAPTER SEVEN: Glass
The name of the prison guard was John. He was a little tall and stout- but that was how most prison guards were- she thought. John was nice. He gave her her food right on time, every day, and sometimes made conversations with her. She never told him anything about her job or Mr. Oak. She knew he would have her killed if she did. Perhaps it would come to that, but for the time being, she was ready to wait. Her leg was hurt and in no position to escape. She guessed that Oak would bail her out and she would move to florida or someplace where she would be rewarded for her accomplished mission.
Her inmates were both a little crazy. Stephanie was convicted of armed robbery of one of the larger banks in the area, and Marg was older, with dark brown hair and a stern face. Misty hadn't asked what she was in for, but the way that everyone seemed to maneuver around the subject suggested that it was bad. Misty didn't care- she could defend herself against any woman, not to mention most men.
Most of her time was spent thinking about life and pondering what had happened in her past. She was given recess and other privileges, but most of the people there didn't care for her- Ash was a symbol to them of hope and hard work going to good. They didn't like the fact that she had killed him. Nothing seemed to matter, for she felt she would be out the next day.
Misty stayed in prison for two years.
Mr. Oak had come to visit her once, a month after her capture. She had sat across from him and he had looked at her for the longest time- not saying anything. "Misty," he finally said, "You did a good job." Nodded. She thought so too. "But Ketchum is still alive." Mr. Oak was not joking- he never did. This was especially not the time to joke. "You must be joking." "No. The shot to his chest was deflected by his rib cage. Now he's in the hospital, and he only wants to see you." This was almost as big a shock as the first news as she had received. "Well." she was at a loss for words. "Misty, I'm going to let you have some time to think about what you've done." He then left.
Her trial was a week later and she'd been found guilty. So two years passed and misty had practically gone brain dead. She didn't talk- ever- except to john. She stared when the TV said something about Ash, looking bewildered. Marg had been taken out and was executed. Steph- as they called her, was still her inmate, and had been good friends with her. So for two years, she had eaten disgusting prison food, bought cigarettes from john, and slept with steph spooning her.
Until one day, she had a visitor. She got up from the chair and walked calmly into the room. Another woman was in a cell two rows down from her and was talking with her husband. She looked a little like marg, but wasn't. Marg definitely was married. She had killed her- Then misty saw her visitor. It was Ash Ketchum. He was sitting in the chair on the other side of the glass and seemed not to see her. Misty then pretended not to see him. She sat down and slowly looked up.
He was staring at her, his face looked so sad. She stared back at him, waiting for him to say something- she would not be the first to speak. But he didn't speak either. They stared at each other for possibly thirty minutes, not saying anything. Ash's gaze never faltered, but Misty was a little nervous. She had almost killed him. Almost, but not quite. He was invincible. She looked into his brown eyes. They swallowed her up and she saw her reflection in them. She looked frightened. A caged animal. She tried to remember why she had so eagerly accepted the job. It was because of what Mr. Oak had told her. But was that the truth? He had left her to rot in a cell, and she was beginning to have doubts. The man in front of her certainly didn't look like the criminal he had been described as. His spiky hair was familiar to her, though she couldn't explain why. She slowly felt an urge inside her rise- and urge to touch his hair. It looked so soft.
"Why did you come here?" she asked. She didn't care what the answer was. Her life was over. "To ask you." "What?" "Things."
She felt like hitting him with a mallet. What a jerk. "I wanted to ask you some things, too." "Before or after you shot me?" "Why do you care?" "No reason."
It was then she realized that they were in the same boat. They had both lost the will to live or fight.
"Why did you shoot me?" "I was hired." "Then why did you shoot me to make me suffer?" *BANG!* Misty's eyes flickered, remembering her aiming right for his chest, then arm, then leg. "Because." She couldn't answer that. "Because why?" Even she didn't know. "I think I've been lied to." "Who are you?" Misty had never really thought about that before. She had always just assumed that she was Misty Waterflower. "Misty Waterflower." "Misty Waterflower was kidnapped by someone and disappeared for six years."
". I think I've been lied to." She didn't want to talk anymore. She hadn't expected this guy to be as confused as her. She stood and looked down at him. "I," she waited for a moment, wondering how this could have happened. She had had a mental picture of her living in Florida, drinking margaritas and lying on the beach. "I want to talk to you later." Ash nodded, "we both have things we need to find out."
She left then, returning to her bed and falling asleep, having a dream, again.
:0:0 When the girl woke up, she remembered only the sight of the swinging light from the basement ceiling. She didn't open her eyes, just listened to the quiet around her. She could feel that she was in a bed, with warm, thick sheets. It made her feel safe. That was something she hadn't remembered feeling for a while.
After a minute, she heard voices outside the door. Gary was talking to someone. And old man with a voice slightly similar to his. "You mean she doesn't remember anything?" "nothing" silence. "I'm not going to take part in this." The old one said. "You think it's too risky?" "Yes. He'll stop at no end to find her. You know the police will be involved." "No one will suspect you. We'll hide here for a week and then move to the forest for a week, then back here." "You're in way over your head." "Don't worry. I've waited too long for this opportunity. I can't give up, now." "What about my work? My plans?" "I think she'll come in handy with that."
The footsteps went on down the hall, and misty slept again.
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chapter seven completed. I'm really on a roll. ^_^ I think I'll take a break for a while, though, what with Christmas and all. Keep reviewing.