Heh. How's it going? I'm bored, so here's chapter eight. Just so you
know, chapter seven was the last one to feature flashbacks.
*yay!*
Anyway, bear with me.
CHAPTER EIGHT: AMY
Misty couldn't remember the last time she had cried. Never, really, to the extent of her memory. But now she did- she cried herself to sleep, and for no reason. I mean, she was depressed, certainly. Not because she had been in prison for the past 2 years. Not because she had failed in her mission. Not because she had been kidnapped and memory wiped as a thirteen- year-old girl. It was something deeper than that.
That night steph came in and sat beside her on the dirty mattress. She seemed to be concerned, and looked at her for a moment. "What is it, baby?" she asked, "did someone hurt you?" Misty stared at the floor. She wasn't going to answer. "Come on. You can tell me." Steph smiled weakly, and her hand crept to Misty's leg where it rested. "I'm your friend." Misty was suddenly filled with the rage of realization of how messed up she had been. Steph was not her friend- she was something else- a monster. She batted the hand away with her arm. "You aren't my friend." The woman slapped misty across the face. There was a prolonged silence, until Steph seemed to realize what she had done and reached to embrace misty. "I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to." Misty pushed her off the bed. She wasn't going to go like this. It was not the end. It was then she decided that she was going to escape. Somehow she would find out everything and get her revenge, and she was going to start with steph. Her mind was at work again, and misty's cunning was going to be put to its test.
The next day, as she ate her lunch, luck seemed to strike her. Amy, the convict in the cell next to her, came and sat down across the table from her. Amy was by herself in her cell, as no inmates were considered safe with her.
She was a serial killer- a happy-go-lucky serial killer- with raven black hair and dark grey eyes. The lesbians in the block all agreed that she was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. She was thin, with creamy skin and long arms and legs. Misty supposed this was because she traded for hand lotion instead of cigarettes. She always seemed to be cheerful and smiling. Misty had only had one encounter with her before, and that was in the shower room. Amy had as a matter of fact, protected her from the other women. Misty had dropped the bar of soap and as she knelt to pick it up (she knew better than bending over) she had felt a hand on her shoulder. At the time she was in her almost catatonic stage and made no move to stop what was going to happen next. The woman behind her was one of the largest she had seen in the entire prison, and was extremely strong, almost as strong as she had been before she was shot. But before the woman could do anything, amy's hand grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. The big woman looked at her for only a few seconds before turning and moving away. Misty couldn't believe what had happened, and finished her shower without further interruptions.
Amy said hi and started to eat her lunch. Misty glanced at her a few times in between bites, and wondered what was going on in her mind. "I never got a chance to say thanks for that one time in the shower." Misty said. Amy nodded. "It's alright. No one needs that to happen to them. I think it's disgusting." Misty's and amy's view of disgusting were slightly different. Amy didn't seem to consider slicing drag queens' penises off along with other things disgusting. So misty took it as a good thing. Amy finished her apple. "Misty," she asked, "do you realize that your cell is at the outer corner of the entire prison?" My god- it couldn't be. And escape attempt? "Exactly." Amy said, reading her thoughts, "as you can see out your window, all that stands between you and freedom save the obvious barred window itself, is a seven foot wall and some barbed wire." Misty nodded, glancing momentarily at john who was presently making a trade with sophie for cigarettes. "What are you saying?" she asked. Amy took a drink of water- she always had water. Misty sometimes wondered of she even knew what pepsi tasted like. "I've been in this place for five years," she said, "And to tell you the truth, I'm sick of it." Who wasn't? "let's say it were to make a hole under the ground that leads to your cell, and I popped my head up out of the floor and asked you to help me dig out of the block? What would you say?" Misty said yes.
Later, around five p.m., Ash came again. The glass window had god knows what all over it. Luckily, the only other window was free, due to a Portuguese woman trying to make out with some man through the window, and was forced to leave. Misty sat in her place. Ash sat down and looked at her again. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Not the usual attire for a poke'mon master. Misty leaned back in her chair. Things were going to improve for her- why should she be nervous. Ash put his elbows on the table and looked at her for even longer than the first time.
Her eyes moved from his muscular arms to his face. No. She was NOT attracted to this guy. It was just the fact that she hadn't seen a man besides john for two years. John was not what you would call eye candy himself, being married. (haha I made a marriage joke) Misty thought she ought to say something and started with the obvious.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" she thought she knew the answer. He smiled at her. He smiled at her? "It's just that you look a lot like someone I once knew." Misty's answer was wrong. "I was told," she said, "that you kidnapped me." She then literally saw him suppress the urge to stand and throw the chair across the room in anger. "That's not true." he looked away. "We'll see." "Why did you attack me?" "I was given money to do so." "Fro-" He stopped. It would have been useless to ask who hired her. "Are you really misty waterflower?" he asked. "Duh."
And so ends Chapter eight with misty's faith being restored. Her plans to escape have not been flawed yet, and ash does not seem to wish her dead. Will misty escape? Will she fall in love with him as expected? Will there be a sex scene? The following questions will be answered in googleinese: "aya" "aya" and "aya". Which means: maybe.
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CHAPTER EIGHT: AMY
Misty couldn't remember the last time she had cried. Never, really, to the extent of her memory. But now she did- she cried herself to sleep, and for no reason. I mean, she was depressed, certainly. Not because she had been in prison for the past 2 years. Not because she had failed in her mission. Not because she had been kidnapped and memory wiped as a thirteen- year-old girl. It was something deeper than that.
That night steph came in and sat beside her on the dirty mattress. She seemed to be concerned, and looked at her for a moment. "What is it, baby?" she asked, "did someone hurt you?" Misty stared at the floor. She wasn't going to answer. "Come on. You can tell me." Steph smiled weakly, and her hand crept to Misty's leg where it rested. "I'm your friend." Misty was suddenly filled with the rage of realization of how messed up she had been. Steph was not her friend- she was something else- a monster. She batted the hand away with her arm. "You aren't my friend." The woman slapped misty across the face. There was a prolonged silence, until Steph seemed to realize what she had done and reached to embrace misty. "I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to." Misty pushed her off the bed. She wasn't going to go like this. It was not the end. It was then she decided that she was going to escape. Somehow she would find out everything and get her revenge, and she was going to start with steph. Her mind was at work again, and misty's cunning was going to be put to its test.
The next day, as she ate her lunch, luck seemed to strike her. Amy, the convict in the cell next to her, came and sat down across the table from her. Amy was by herself in her cell, as no inmates were considered safe with her.
She was a serial killer- a happy-go-lucky serial killer- with raven black hair and dark grey eyes. The lesbians in the block all agreed that she was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. She was thin, with creamy skin and long arms and legs. Misty supposed this was because she traded for hand lotion instead of cigarettes. She always seemed to be cheerful and smiling. Misty had only had one encounter with her before, and that was in the shower room. Amy had as a matter of fact, protected her from the other women. Misty had dropped the bar of soap and as she knelt to pick it up (she knew better than bending over) she had felt a hand on her shoulder. At the time she was in her almost catatonic stage and made no move to stop what was going to happen next. The woman behind her was one of the largest she had seen in the entire prison, and was extremely strong, almost as strong as she had been before she was shot. But before the woman could do anything, amy's hand grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. The big woman looked at her for only a few seconds before turning and moving away. Misty couldn't believe what had happened, and finished her shower without further interruptions.
Amy said hi and started to eat her lunch. Misty glanced at her a few times in between bites, and wondered what was going on in her mind. "I never got a chance to say thanks for that one time in the shower." Misty said. Amy nodded. "It's alright. No one needs that to happen to them. I think it's disgusting." Misty's and amy's view of disgusting were slightly different. Amy didn't seem to consider slicing drag queens' penises off along with other things disgusting. So misty took it as a good thing. Amy finished her apple. "Misty," she asked, "do you realize that your cell is at the outer corner of the entire prison?" My god- it couldn't be. And escape attempt? "Exactly." Amy said, reading her thoughts, "as you can see out your window, all that stands between you and freedom save the obvious barred window itself, is a seven foot wall and some barbed wire." Misty nodded, glancing momentarily at john who was presently making a trade with sophie for cigarettes. "What are you saying?" she asked. Amy took a drink of water- she always had water. Misty sometimes wondered of she even knew what pepsi tasted like. "I've been in this place for five years," she said, "And to tell you the truth, I'm sick of it." Who wasn't? "let's say it were to make a hole under the ground that leads to your cell, and I popped my head up out of the floor and asked you to help me dig out of the block? What would you say?" Misty said yes.
Later, around five p.m., Ash came again. The glass window had god knows what all over it. Luckily, the only other window was free, due to a Portuguese woman trying to make out with some man through the window, and was forced to leave. Misty sat in her place. Ash sat down and looked at her again. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Not the usual attire for a poke'mon master. Misty leaned back in her chair. Things were going to improve for her- why should she be nervous. Ash put his elbows on the table and looked at her for even longer than the first time.
Her eyes moved from his muscular arms to his face. No. She was NOT attracted to this guy. It was just the fact that she hadn't seen a man besides john for two years. John was not what you would call eye candy himself, being married. (haha I made a marriage joke) Misty thought she ought to say something and started with the obvious.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" she thought she knew the answer. He smiled at her. He smiled at her? "It's just that you look a lot like someone I once knew." Misty's answer was wrong. "I was told," she said, "that you kidnapped me." She then literally saw him suppress the urge to stand and throw the chair across the room in anger. "That's not true." he looked away. "We'll see." "Why did you attack me?" "I was given money to do so." "Fro-" He stopped. It would have been useless to ask who hired her. "Are you really misty waterflower?" he asked. "Duh."
And so ends Chapter eight with misty's faith being restored. Her plans to escape have not been flawed yet, and ash does not seem to wish her dead. Will misty escape? Will she fall in love with him as expected? Will there be a sex scene? The following questions will be answered in googleinese: "aya" "aya" and "aya". Which means: maybe.
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