I just realized… I haven't had a disclaimer for the entire story so far… hmm 8th chapter. That isn't that bad is it? XD Here is goes:
I do not own LXG… wish I did… but I don't
(although I did read somewhere that all of the characters from novels ((so not Skinner)) could be written about because they aren't owned by anyone anymore… better safe then sorry…) Anywayzzzz Enjoy PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ME, COMMENT! Burns are cool, I like fire.
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Dorian was led into his prison cell in handcuff. Tom turned his head away so that Dorian wouldn't recognize him.
"I'll be back with papers for you to fill out. You two get along while I'm gone," the officer left and licked the door behind him.
Dorian took a seat on the bench on the opposite side of Tom. Tom was desperately trying not to make any sounds.
Dorian, on the other hand was dying for someone to say something, "Sooooooo. How are you today?" Dorian thought over the stupid question in his head, 'or course he's having a miserable day, he's in jail.' "Umm… not much of a talker… so how did you wind up here?" Tom said nothing, "So, should I just start my tale of woe on how I managed to get into a place like this?"
Tom was trying as hard as he could not to say anything but he let himself go, "I assume you wanted to come here because you wanted to get rid of the flaws in your character? And face your demons?"
Dorian sat in shock, "Sawyer?" he asked with a growl.
Tom turned around, "Special Agent Tom Sawyer." Tom smirked.
"IS THIS SOME SORT OF A SICK JOKE?" Dorian looked to the floor knowing the devil was watching, "it IS isn't it" –sigh-
"So how is it that a pretty boy like you gets into a place like this?"
"Are you going to shut up and listen, or just pester me?"
"A bit of both."
"Alright."
Tom sat up and looked with big 'story time' eyes.
"It was right after I had seen you back at the hotel…"
"You tried to kill me there!"
"Quiet you. So as I was saying, I was trying to think of another plan to get you."
"Great news."
"I said quiet. I needed to relax for a little bit and take my mind off of things. I saw a sign for an show in a museum. This intrigued me so I went inside. There wasn't anything all that interesting until I walked further and saw a lovely portrait of a young woman. Something lured me to it, like I had recognized it. I stood adoring the intricate work. I leaned over to see who it was made by, 'this painting was done by: Basil Hallward' I was so enraged that I took out my sword cane and slashed the painting. As I drew back the sword for one last slash someone had the brains to get in the way. I stabbed them… BY ACCIDENT… and now I'm here."
"MAN SLAUGHTER! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You're going away for a loooooooong time!"
"Not unless we find a way out of this dump."
"YOU are up for breaking out?"
"Well think about it, if I get put away for life, which would really suck… A LOT!"
"You have a point."
"So what do you got?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you have any weapons? Anything?"
Tom looked in his pockets and found nothing except 1 bullet.
"That's all I have."
"Nothing except a comb and nail files."
"Figures. Ok, now what do we do?"
"I have an idea. Let's start hacking away at the bars on the window."
They both started sawing at the window. Hours later they got the bars to almost their breaking points.
"Now all we can do is wait, Sawyer."