A/N: Hmm.. The voting front does not bode well. I know there are more that two people reading this! It's my birthday today and I have the right to be angry at you all for once. SO VOTE! Or you will face my ghetto wrath! Rawr! Anyway.. The two votes I got have produced a tie between Corey and Mya. Poor Mortola..

Warning: There is some language. But HEY if you were chained to a wall.. You'd be peeved too.

Bluejay irritably kicked a bucket.

This bites. I'm chained to a friggen wall.

He looked around. All he saw was stone, chain, bucket, and his legs. They were long. They outstretched before him in a forlorn manner. If someone poked them they would flop over and begin to sob. They looked to Bluejay for comfort.

DON'T LOOK AT ME! You got me into this. Sure I told you to do it.. But you could have goddamn well stopped me.

No answer.

I'm mad. I'm crazy. I'm mad, I'm crazy, and I'm talking to my LEGS! They might as well just hang me now. Get it over with.

"GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY!"

He didn't even get an echo. What's a prison without an echo?

He'd been in there for who knows how long. Firefox had left him a very long while ago with only a few words to eat his brains out.

'It's your fault we'll have to kill the boy.'

Goddamn him and his froofy pants. FROOFY ISN'T A WORD! Jeez Louise. Who is Louise anyways? Oh.. God I swear if I ever get out of here I'm gonna slaughter you, Firefox. You put me here in this living hell. Self pity sucks balls.

He rattled the chains for the umpteenth time.

Aw.. Fuck it.

He sat back and delved without mind, into his memories.

FLASHBACK

"Bluejay, you are the greatest thief I've ever laid eyes on."

The Black Prince grinned happily and ruffled his hair. He regarded the silver goblet in his palm. Young Bluejay had lain it there only moments before. He was 18 and dangerously dashing, standing there, lean and tall with only the right amount of muscle. Dark hair flopped into his twinkling eyes and he was smirking.

"It was a cinch, dear Prince," he flourished with a mocking bow.

"Well now," cut in Dustfinger who had a sly look about him. "That almost rhymed."

"All part of my plan," replied Bluejay and he stretched.

The Prince sat down Indian-style and ruffled his bear's head. "I believe our work here is done, my friend."

Dustfinger nodded in agreement and blew a spark at the young man. "I dub you a player!"

"Since when have we dubbed?" inquired the Prince.

"Since I had an itch to throw a spark."

A/N: Well? I'm actually quite proud of this chapter. KEEP VOTING!