Divas Prison Ch39

"Hurry up! Move! Into position!" If it was possible for the prisons head guard to be more angry and miserable than usual, then this was it. The inmates took their count positions, as they had been ordered, with some having to be moved along by guards.

"You will not move! You will stay silent! You will face the warden, show him respect and give him your full attention!" Sting bellowed, as the door to the block was opened and the Warden came in, flanked by three other people, one woman and two men. All were suited, although Paige couldn't help but think that the woman was dressed way too provocatively. She quickly dismissed the thought as she was in a bad mood, having been interrupted in the middle of seducing her girlfriend. She tried to look around the room without it looking like she was, the time was clear enough that getting herself into trouble was a very bad idea right now. Other than catching a similarly annoyed expression on Becky's face, the only thing that was clear was that there were a lot more guards around than she had seen around the block before. The same faces were there, but there were certainly a few more. Paige quickly faced the front again as a guard came around, this one conducting the count. He reported back to the Head Guard, who reported the same to the Warden. "Count correct to expectation, sir."

"I guess you all think this is pretty funny, but let me say right now that anybody who laughs, speaks, or makes any noise out of turn will face the full force of my guards! Flair wasn't holding back, his face was going bright red and he looked nearly psychotic.

"Now I have to announce that there has been a successful escape made from this facility, but I also get to have the pleasure to announce that one of the four has already been recaptured. She will be back here soon, with even more time to spend here. I promise you all, none of them will stay at large for long. I will not fill their cells. They will remain exactly as they are until their rightful owners are returned to us by our States finest. I will make the rest of the time these women spend in custody as miserable as I can. They will learn, and you will all learn, that you are here for as long as the laws and courts of the land have dictated, and you will conform while you are held here. You may think that what they have done does not concern you, but I am here to tell you that you are wrong. Escape is state and federal crime. Each and everyone of you that passes through our gate is considered a danger to society. And it is because of the risk that you pose to the decent, law abiding people of this country and others, that the people who you see here with me are here." Flair stopped his speech for the first time to gesture to the three that were unrecognised to step forward. They did so and all held out what looked to be some kind of identification, although nobody was close enough to see. Flair went to the two men. To anyone who hadn't noticed already, it became clear at this point that one of the two men was huge.

"This is FBI Special Agent Jericho and his partner, Agent Wight. This lovely lady with them is Agent Mizanin, from Interpol. I hope now you all realise exactly how serious this issue is. Every single one of you will find yourselves in a room with one or more of these fine people at some point very soon. I trust you will tell them everything that you know and answer every question truthfully. The reason that I can trust in that is that this man is the very best in the world at what he does, and he has chosen to have these people as his support in the biggest manhunt in the country right now. If any of you lie, hold back information, or subvert his investigation in any way, he will know. He will know and once he informs me, your life in my prison will not be worth living!" Flair had begun to get over excited again. He had realised this and slowed his breathing. He spoke quietly to Agent Jericho, who then spoke to his team and the three of them headed towards the door, where Lana was waiting to open the door to him. Paige felt herself getting angry at the smile on her face as she saw them out, like she was trying to suck up to them, maybe angling for an FBI job or something. Paige liked the idea of seeing the back of her, but still felt she owed Lana a little payback.

"Now!" Flair shouted, getting all the women's eyes back on him. "There is another matter that must be addressed, one that concerned you all, instead of a select few, and that is the disgusting breakdown of the discipline and obedience that is demanded of each and every prisoner for the entirely of their time in this prison. Some of you want to call it a 'riot', some see it as a 'fight'. That doesn't matter, it was a deliberate and aggressive breach of the rules of my prison and as such there will be consequences." He looked around the large room as every eye was on him. Some showed a little fear, which amused him. Most showed anger, or simply hate. Not that he was bothered, they all hated him.

"As of now, nobody on this block gets a second chance. The failing of any one person to obey the rules, or the commands of my guards, will see punishment inflicted on everyone. Until I see fit, you are under maximum security protocols. That means you will all be confined to your cells for 23 hours every day. You get 60 minutes to exercise, socialise, shower, whatever you choose each day, not a minute more, and one problem will see it end prematurely for everybody, and the culprit earns a one way ticket to The Lock! You will not be allowed into the yard at all." Flair stopped as some protests were coming from a few of the women. That they didn't do anything, that it was unfair, that he couldn't do that. Everything he was expecting.

"I can do what I like inmates, you should know this by now! And I wasn't finished! You will not get commissary. You will live on basic provisions. Meals will be served through the door, but I doubt you'll enjoy them. If you have a job, you will continue with it, pay will stay in your account for when, or should I say if, your commissary privileges are returned will remain, but as with other escorts, you will now be in restraints all the way to and from your visit. These are also privileges that can also be withdrawn if I deem it necessary. This is it ladies, you act like animals, so we take away your rights. There is nobody to blame but yourselves and each other."

The protests continued, but Flair was enjoying it. The extra guards were doing what he wanted them to do, keep all the protests verbal, and pointless. Nobody was going to try anything with this much force in the room. They'd be stopped almost immediately and then they'd all suffer. "You may think it's clever to have stopped the cameras. It is true that we have very little video to use as evidence against those of you who deserve prosecution of assaulting my staff. But what's done is done." Flair did not mention the murder of a guard intentionally. He knew that it was an escapee who did that and the police would take care of that when they had all been recaptured. "However." He continued, "Very little is not none at all." Becky panicked internally at this,point, certain for a moment she'd been seen in her attack on the three who tried to take Paige's life. Scanning the room she caught site of them across the block. This was a big relief to her, but she wasn't convinced she was out of trouble.

"There is some footage of a despicable assault on some of my staff by two prisoners. It didn't take much persuading for the guards in question to file full charges against the two concerned. One of them may not be here right now, but as I said, she will be caught, and will face justice for all her crimes. The other is still here." Flair motioned to Sting, who directed other guards down to the right of Paige and Becky, who felt a little relieved once again. That was until they saw the guards advance on one prisoner, who let out a scream as they took her. A few moments later, the guards physically dragged the woman in question away from her cell like she was a rag doll. Paige watched in horror as she realised that the woman was Emma.

Emma was held in front of the Warden by two guards in what must have been a painful vision, despite her not crying out in pain. She was struggling against them to either get free or relieve some of the pain she was in. The guards tried put an end to this by using their handcuffs, but even that didn't stop Emma's attempts to fight back.

"You want to think very carefully about what you do next. You need to realise it's never a good idea to fight the system." Flair said directly to Emma, then returned his address to the whole block. "This here, is a example too perfect not to make an example of. An example of when to stop and think about your actions and their consequences, before they catch up with you. This prisoner assaulted one of my staff, completely unprovoked, causing another to follow suit. These actions directly led to the breakdown in order on this block you are all being punished for, except this was before the camera went off. The other inmate will face the same punishment when she rejoins us soon. But I digress." Flair was now facing Emma directly, looking her in the eyes, but continued to keep his voice loud, wanting the women to hear, and none of them could fail to miss the smug sound in his voice, Flair feeling like the last laugh was his.

"This inmate is being removed for now, but not to The Lock. She is now under arrest, on charges of inciting a r,iot and assault on a law enforcement officer. Facing a sentence of 3-15 years." Flair smiled ear to ear as his words had exactly the effect he wanted on Emma, who had gone white in the face. She had changed her attitude from angry defiance, to panic. Now she was trying to fight the guards for her own self-preservation. She was trying to get away on instinct, forgetting her restraints or the fact there was nowhere to go.

"You can't do this, it wasn't me! All of it was her idea! Her..." Emma looked, but realised at this moment that Sasha wasn't there, making it clear to everyone else that this was indeed the case. They all knew it was her plan, but nobody said it out loud.

"You have no defence here, the video doesn't lie. There is a van ready to take you to county jail, only till you see the judge, then we will have many more years together. Try not to miss us too much. Take her."

Not waiting to be told twice, the guards began to march Emma away from the block. She wasn't going to go easily though, refusing to walk and forcing the guards to drag her away. It didn't stop her protests however.

"You've got it wrong! It was her plan, all her plan! You want Sasha Banks, not me! You can't do this! Please! Don't do this!" The sound stopped as soon as the main doors slammed shut once again. They weren't forced closed, but the metal construction and size of it made the noise unavoidable. Most of the women had watched Emma's removal, but their attention was then returned to Flair as began talking again.

"Let that be a reminder to the rest of you. Now, as I said, you will only see the outside of your cells for one hour a day. Now by my watch, you have exactly 44 minutes left. Make the most of it." Flair then turned and went to the control area with Sting and others. The women started to move out slowly, not wanting to cause themselves any more problems. Becky went to follow suit, but she found herself being pulled back. She looked round to see Paige had her hand. "Pai, what are you doing?" Becky asked, smiling at her girlfriend, she already knew the answer. The look in Paige's eyes gave her away.

"Finishing what we started."

Becky moved in close to Paige, stroking her hair out of her face."I know baby, and believe me, I want you just as bad, but we have 23 hours in there every day for now, so we don't have to rush anything. Let's go see the others, Nattie must be in bits over Emma." Paige had a big pout but that disappeared with the last point Becky made. "You're right, that was terrible what happened." The two of them went out and found Natalya hadn't moved from her cell doorway since they were allowed to move. She seemed to be in shock, so they took a hand each and took her to a table. Charlotte found them quickly and the four of them sat down.

"Nattie, talk to us please. I'm getting a little scared." Becky said, finding her friends unresponsiveness unnerving. "Don't close down like I did."

Natalya shook her head. "I can't believe this. I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have stopped her. I knew how risky it was, but I didn't care enough to think about it. I let her do this to me, to everyone. Now Emma is going to take the fall for her."

"She agreed to do it Nat, nobody forced her." Charlotte was telling the truth, but it wasn't helping.

"I should have talked her out of it, insisted on someone else. She had under a year left here, did you know that? She was going to be free. Now it's all ruined because I let her do it." This information was a surprise to the others, but kept their focus on Natalya. There wasn't anything any of the could do for Emma right now.

"You can't blame yourself. Emma won't blame you for this either. We all knew what we were getting into, we knew the risks but we agreed it was worth trying." Paige tried to calm her friend down.

"Yeah, she convinced us, she put Emma in that position. She put the whole plan together, remember?" The emphasis on that one word removed all doubt as to who she blamed.

"Yeah, it was Banks' plan, but..."Paige wasn't given the chance to finish her thought.

"Exactly Paige, she played me. She played all of us, made us pawns in her plan. You may have won your battle with her, but we have all lost the war."

"No way. She'll be back, like he said." Paige said, referencing the Warden. "They already got one back, maybe it's her." None of them believed that.

"No chance" Natalya said, she had her plan. I bet she's left the country busy now. We won't see her again inside here. If I ever cross paths with her once I get out, she's dead."

"Well she might be, then she can deal with all of us." Paige said. "So who else got away? Who's not here?" Paige began to scan the room before Charlotte spoke up.

"Well I know who one is. Summer. She was around before the fight, but she's gone now."

"Summer working with Banks? I don't see it." Paige said.

"I know she's your friend Paige, but she was desperate to get out. She was crying into her pillow all the time at night, trying to hide it from me but I heard. She'd have done anything for a way out, looks like she found it." Charlotte had promised Summer she would not mention this but didn't feel like it mattered now. "I didn't see her trying it either, if it helps. How could she stay undetected? She's famous, so many people know who she is."

"You're right." Paige thought the same as the rest, Summer was the most likely one to get caught of the two they knew about, which reminded her. "They said four, who are the others then?"

The four of the all got up and looked around for who they couldn't see. Becky was the first to realise it. "Oh of course it is. Nat, it's the twins. The Bellas. They were working with Sasha to help us get you out of The Lock. Now I can't see them anywhere."

"She's right." Paige added. Nothing else was said for a moment. Both Natalya and Charlotte had fallen silent, but had two very different looks to them. Natalya's frustrations were taking over and she looked as angry as she did the day she attacked the sisters. Charlotte however had gone pale in the face, looking like she was going to burst into tears. She sat down and held her head, trying to calm herself down. She was hiding her emotions with more success than Natalya.

"I don't understand. I thought that would be the best news I could get, never having to set eyes on those two ever again. But I'm not happy. They aren't the ones who should be free, I should. They should rot in misery in here for as long as they live. I want them to get brought back. Then I really will be able to have a last laugh. And I swear, I will do it right in their faces."

"Stop it! Please, just don't." Charlotte was still cracking over this news and couldn't take what she was hearing.

"Oh no, Charlotte, don't tell me you're actually upset over this. I told you she was bad news and not worth your time. Now look. I knew being her friend was going to end up with you getting hurt." Becky saw through Charlotte's reaction right away.

"Stop Nattie. It's not why she's upset. It's not about her friendship. You aren't going to like it, but I think the rumours may have been true after all. Char, you cared about her more than a friend didn't you? Was there something you weren't telling us?" Charlotte tried to stand up and move way, but Becky wouldn't let her pass. "Don't keep it to yourself. I wish I'd done that more. Maybe you even need to admit it to yourself. I can see it. Whether or not there was any truth to the rumours you two were up to anything, you wanted it didn't you? You've fallen for her haven't you? You fell in love with one of them. You're in love with Brie."

Charlotte grabbed Becky by her shirt, pushed her backwards and onto a table. "Don't say her name!" She screamed, as she broke down crying over her friend. Paige and Natalya went to break the two apart, but they didn't get a chance. Guards were on them in seconds. Charlotte was grabbed by two of them, taken down to the floor and put in handcuffs.

"Don't! She wasn't trying to hurt me, she's just upset!" Becky tried to explain, but the guards were not interested. They had seen a threat of violence and had strict instructions to deal with it. They picked Charlotte up and quickly marched her out of the block. As they passed the control, they found their path blocked. Sting had his bat held out, ordering that they stopped. Charlotte struggled against the guards, knowing her fate, but looking for a way out of it. Sting, or Steve as she knew him, was looking at her the way he did when she was a teenager, sharing a meal at home with the rest of her family.

"Sir?" Sting asked his boss for his attention. Flair looked towards him, then at his daughter. Charlotte looked terrified, her first visit to The Lock all but certain.

"Sir, are you sure about this?" Sting asked, looking for some kind of intervention. Flair didn't look at her like a Father. He looked at her like a Warden.

"You know my orders." He said with no emotion, and immediately returned to the screens he was looking at. Sting had to look away as he lowered his bat and Charlotte was taken away.

The rest of the guards didn't waste time forcing the rest of the women back to their cells, many of them requiring repeated pushes in the back to do so but eventually the block was emptied out and the inmates had no choice but to accept the situation.

Paige saw the downhearted look on Becky's face as she sat on her bunk, and putting her own sadness aside, took Becky's hand, pulled her upright and hugged her, without saying a word to her. She held her tight for a wile, then released her grip, being met with a much happier looking expression, almost shy. Paige didn't understand.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Paige liked the look, and felt herself going red.

"After we got, you know, interrupted, I thought you were going to jump me as soon as the door closed. I'd have been OK with that, obviously, but instead, you were more concerned about how I felt. You're amazing, and I couldn't love you more."

"That was...I can't find the words. First Emma then Charlotte. I knew you'd need a hug. Hell, I needed a hug!"

Becky laughed. "You're too sweet sometimes." The two embraced again before moving to the bunk, knowing being locked in together was never going to be a bad thing.


"So that's how you did it huh?" Creed said, having spent the last part of the drive, since leaving the Bellas, listening to Sasha recap how the escape came together.

"Yeah, I know, I'm a genius." Sasha replied, making no attempt at all to stay humble.

"Well don't forget a little help from your friends ok". Creed reminded her. "I know I didn't do a lot but if you don't give her the credit she's due, things won't go well."

"I know, you can't break out of prison from the inside. I needed her arrangements, like you for instance to make it happen."

"I'm still waiting for you to thank me properly you know." Creed grinned to himself, intentionally pushing buttons again, the two were old friends and always acted like this before Sasha went to prison.

"I've told you enough times, it'll never happen. Cool your jets."

"Well you're the one who stopped me going after the blonde girl, she was into me too."

"She'd sleep with anyone, she's a celebrity. Probably wishes I'd let her as well, now she's back inside already. Teach her to threaten me."

"She threatened you? Man, she even gives blondes a bad name."

"Yeah she threatened to blow the whistle unless I get her out too. So I did, got her out far enough to make sure she had no defence, then that's why I dumped her out there. I basically threw her to the cops. She'll do years for it, and she deserves every day of it for daring to talk to me like that."

"Same old Sasha, glad you're still you."

"Can't lose yourself on the inside. You know that, you've done time."

Creed nodded. "We will be there soon. What's next?"

Sasha thought for a second. "Well I gotta disappear for a while. I've got quite a recognisable face right now. Can't really show it anywhere or it won't stay free for long. I'm hoping she's made the arrangements. I've come way to far for things to go wrong now."

"So you don't want to go back to work with us?" Sasha looked at Creed like he'd asked a stupid question.

"Of course, I'd love it, but I can't be any use with everyone looking for me. When the heat dies down, hopefully I can do what I do best again. For now, I need to get away, somewhere far from here, with sandy beaches and cold drinks."

"I'll make sure to visit. A lot." Creed grinned.

"Yeah, just to see me right?" Sasha scoffed.

"Of course, and all the hot friends you'll make on the beach." Creed turned the van off the road, into another near deserted area. He parked up next to a big building. "Through that door Sash, she'll be waiting for you somewhere inside."

Sasha got out of the van, but turned before closing the door. "Thanks for being there for me, again. I owe you one."

"You owe me more than one. Remember that when we meet on the beach, ok?" The two smiled at each other before Sasha closed the door and Creed drove off, his next order being to get rid of the van.

Sasha found the door she was directed to unlocked, so she opened it gently and went in, trying not to make a sound. Looking around the room, there was nobody in sight. Sasha waked forward before hearing the unmistakable sound of a gun being readied. She showed her hands out of instinct. "It's me, Sasha Banks." She realised saying that was a bad idea if it was anyone she didn't want to know, but with a gun pointed at her, she was sure she'd be dead already if that was the case, and police wouldn't be so stealthy in approach.

"You always come back, like a bad penny. My favourite bad penny." Came a voice in the same direction as the gun. Sasha recognised it at once, relaxed, and lowered her hands.

"You scared the hell out of me, but I'm glad it's you. Hello boss."

A/N: Thanks for reading.

It's been over a year since I started this now. It was something I never expected to go on this long, but I'm glad it has. It's thanks to each individual person who reads, especially anyone who has followed/favourited or left a review. I hope to say the same thing next year. I'll never stop thanking you all in the meantime however!