"Hello." said the man, still pinning Grells arms down. The man obviously thought that he had the upper hand, but Grell had more strength and was swifter than the man. He had only gotten Grell into this position because Grell knew all of this. "I thought you were my guard taking me to my death. I can see now that you are too brightly dressed for that, and too flimsy." He said with a smirk, referring to the gingers situation. Grell was taken aback by the fluidity of the strange mans speech, as though he was used to charming people. The smooth tone in his voice made Grell relax. "My name is John, what may I ask is yours stranger?" He got up, allowing Grell to stand as well.

"Grell, and I'm not flimsy." said the ginger, rubbing his wrists. The man had been quite rough with them. He dusted himself off and looked around the cell for weak points in the walls.

"Your strange name suits your strange appearance. One never sees such bright colours in mens clothing. Even the clothing design is strange. You truly are a stranger." He began following Grell around the cell. "Well Grell, what have you been thrown in here for? I suppose it might have had something to do with your appearance."

"They thought I was an agent of the devil. Started pelting me with stones and other things, then grabbed me and threw me in here." He had found what he was looking for in the far left corner of the wall. A few stones were improperly placed, causing the area around it to weaken. "In any case, I won't be here long enough to let them have me."

"What do you mean?" He said, brushing his hair out of his face for the first time. Grell turned around to answer him but was rendered speechless as he saw his face for the first time. His features were in complete contrast with his personality. His face was gaunt with hunger, causing his cheekbones to pop from his skull, his menacing eyes on top seemed to glow in the dim light. The hair encasing all this was raven black and seemed to know exactly where it needed to be to seem as though this man could kill you if he wished to. The stubble accompanying his long stay imprisoned did little to neglect this impression. He was a man of power and Grell knew it even if John didn't. He was a dark kind of handsome.

"Uh..um..well." He regained his composure and began again. "I mean, I am going to break out of here tonight, since your here to I suppose you could come with me if you want out." He stared at the man, wondering of he would want to go with a "stranger" calling the shots. He didn't have to wonder long though.

"Of course I would, if I stay here I'm going to be executed." He said, almost without delay. "But how to you plan on braking out? I have been trying for almost a year."

"Don't worry about that, all you need to do is watch out for the guards later tonight and I'll call for you when it is done."

Later that night John stood by the door keeping an ear out for any signs of footsteps, while Grell was crouching next to the weakened stop he had found earlier and wrapped his red coat around his fist to cover the noise. In one punch he poured all his strength and knocked the center stones completely out into the alleyway rather noisily.

"How did you do that? I guess you aren't as flimsy as I had thought." said John over his shoulder.

"Christ, John I thought you were supposed to keeping an ear out for any guards." Grell said before looking behind him and seeing the door open. Out stepped a large bulky man with very short hair and a sour look on his face. He was definitely not handsome.

"Whats going on in here" He shouted at the two, then saw the hole in the wall. "Trying to escape were you? I'll soon put a stop to that." He charged at them, raising his fists.

Grell was the first one to act. He jumped up, pushing John behind him. He guard came closer and Grell deflected his punch to the side, using the mans momentum and rolled to the side causing him to ram head first into the hole causing it to collapse into a much bigger hole. The guard groaned but did not get back up, allowing Grell and John to take this opportunity to make there escape.

They ran down the alley to the street and kept running until John started to have trouble keeping up. "I don't think we are being followed." said Grell leaning back against the wall.

"Well, that's the first good luck I've had in this whole mess of mine. I think that this demands a song." He stood up straight, like a man about to deliver an important speech.

"I owe my life to the man clad in red

for without him I would be dead

he has helped me see

that now it cannot be said

that no luck would come for me"

Grell just stood there staring at this madman, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. "Well, how did you like it?" John said, looking expectantly at him.

"I...I think...maybe... it sounded fine. I'm flattered, but I was already going to escape. No need to thank me." This man is even weirder than me, he thought. "I need to get back to the square, do you know how to get back there?"

"I'm afraid not. As soon as I got to this wretched place I was locked away, not much chance to memorize the streets."

"Things can never be easy for once. I guess we should go our separate ways. No need to hang around any longer." Grell said, turning to go down a side street.

"But you can't leave me now! I'll surely be caught and killed." For a man with such an imposing essence, he was quite cute when he begged. "Why go through the trouble to make sure I got out, only to leave me to be captured?"

Grell pondered this as he walked back towards John. Why had he? Surely it wasn't some sort of attachment to the man, he had barely met him. Yet something about the man intrigued the ginger. A man so queer would have no place in this world. All this went through his head as the John stood there waiting for an answer.

"Well, I suppose I could help you find somewhere safe. But you might see some pretty strange things. Don't be surprised if you can't handle it all at once." Grell wasn't sure if this was the smart thing to do, but he had to know what this power radiating from him was stemming from.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" John said, rushing to the ginger and squeezing him in an unexpected hug.

Who was this man? Grell asked himself. The man looked up at Grell, still holding onto his waist, and for the second time that night their lips hovered close to each other. Grell was the one to break the silence.

"Well, first things first. I need to get back to the square." He said, smiling

A/N: Chestnutghost here, I was thinking about how my friend calls here readers duckies, and wondered what I should call you. I'm leaning towards "spooks" simply because I am the Chestnut"Ghost".

What do you guise think? I would really like to call you something.

Also, do you have any questions for me? I'd be happy to know what my "spooks" are curious about.

I really like reading your reviews, but sadly there are very few of them. How do you like John so far? I promise I have a plan for him.

sorry for the rant.

Chestnutghost out.