AN: Started this the day I posted the third chapter. I posted the third chapter at 1 am (GMT+10 Hobart for those who want to know) and I started this ten minutes later. Talk about customer service! Anyway, enjoy this chapter, which has hopefully been betaed.
Also, the prison Alex is in and the one she talks about (except the ones that are in the movie) I made up and said they are both in California. I have no idea if they exist and, if they do, where they might be. So, it is just a figment of my imagination and I am basing the rooms by documentaries I have seen of prisons.
One last thing, I have never read or seen a police report, so I just attempted to make it formal and informative. I am going to be putting more in the next few stories, so any points or constructive comments on that specific part of the Choice series, please, please review or tell me.
I am now on Twitter also, just go to ()/#!/womanvsfood1996. Obviously get rid of the brackets.
I was rather sad after I posted chapter three, so I watched this. I strongly suggest you go to YouTube and watch this sometime. It always makes me laugh. watch?v=yVQ2SeBAgUk
Disclaimer: I do not own, however, I would gladly sell everything I had including my friends and family for it…okay. Maybe not the friends.
Six months later
"Sit!" The guards' growl. In unison, all of the women in the mess hall sits and slams their plates down. In the third table, at the very end, Alex sits perfectly straight and quiet.
"Cups!" All the girls raise their cups. One by one, seven tiny white pills are placed in the cups.
"Swallow!" The girls put the cups to their lips and swallow all of the pills. Just like machines.
"After dinner, you are having you're weekly shots!" The guard smirks gleefully. Alex sighs and everyone starts to eat the tasteless food. Alex eats little and stands, leaving for her shots. Because she is the youngest, she gets her shots first. Her jumpsuit hangs loosely around her extremely thin body as she slowly walks towards the 'shot house.' Her already pale skin is a sickening white and her eyes show no signs of life. Her lips have lost colour and are a natural blue. She sits at the table and rolls up her arm sleeve. Slowly a needle is pressed into her skin and an acid green medication is forced into her blood stream. She stands, leaves and walks to her room.
The Woman's Military Prison, located in California, is harsh and very unpleasant, especially now they were using the prisoners as test subjects for the new and improved research the Government was dealing out. Alex sighs as the prison room warden opens her door. She walks in and plonks on her bed. As the chemicals in her system starts to work, memories start to flood back.
Eight years prior
The pain suddenly stops. She sits up and looks around. All that is in her cell is a bed, a bag full of clothes, a picture and a door, which lead to the bathroom. A mirror is also on the door. Slowly, Alex stands and looks at her reflection. Her body is now more filled out and a lot more toned then three hours ago. She screams as she notices her hair. The side fringe is now a pure white.
She looks down and sees a necklace. She takes it off and looks at it, a golden cross engraved into a locket, which she opens. Inside are four men, one had a Mohawk and was black, another was wearing a red cap and a crazy look in his beautiful eyes. The third was holding Alex by the arm and one more, who was slightly grey at the sides, was holding her other arm, so she was flying. One the opposite side of the case, the words 'stay beautiful angel, love your new brothers, Face and Dad' were neatly engraved. She had met the boys only four weeks prior to this event. Memories flood back and she screams, pieces of wall fly everywhere as she runs, trying to find home.
Now
Slowly, the effects of the chemicals and the medication they were given started to show on Alex. Quickly, she went over to the door, checked to see if anyone was watching and she ran to the toilet making herself vomit out the medication. A small price for what would happen if she let the meds take over her system.
"Smith." A guard comes up to her door. "You have a visitor." Alex stands and walks over. The female guard puts a pair of cuffs on her wrists and chains them to a belt like thing around her waist. It is the smallest one, yet it hangs loosely at her sides.
They start to walk to a room with benches and chairs, video recording equipment and locked doors. She frowns as she sees the man from the office the afternoon before their mission.
"Thank you." He stands and walks over, leading Alex to the metal table, which has been drilled to the ground. "I'll take it from here." The guard leaves.
"You know," Alex looks around at the cameras as the man takes out some pictures, "I could create a jammer so we could talk freely." She says quietly so no one can hear.
"No need. The security seems to have a few…..technical difficulties at the moment." He smirks. "Lynch, CIA." He introduces himself.
"Alex. Lynch, as in, Lynch from LA?" She asks. He shakes his head. "Ah, knew a Lynch when I was visiting a sick friend. Gave off the same vibe you are." She shrugs. "What can I do for you, Mr. Lynch?"
"Your father wanted me to give you this." Lynch hands her over a large, yellow, A4 envelope, around an inch thick. She nods. "Also, he is going to get you out of here tonight…he said to have everything ready." Alex looks at Lynch.
"Problem." She whispers. "They took everything, even down to the books I brought, and stashed them in a locker downstairs." She quickly looks at the door. "Who are you posing as? My attorney?" He smirks.
"You know how this is done." He nods approvingly.
"I ain't stupid is all." She looks at his brief case. "Open it." He opens up the black case and turns it towards her. She smirks and makes her hands ghost-like, making them slip through the chains. She grabs the small, cream folder and opens it. A picture of a man wearing a suit and head piece near a bank appears. "You want us to get the plates again." She tells him. "I'll help if you can get my stuff to Dad. Just say that you are my attorney and my stuff needs to be returned home. It has happened before." He nods quickly as she passes him the case, but he turns it around and shows her another image.
"Do you know this item?" He asks. Alex stiffens as she sees a syringe near a bottle of an acid green liquid with a black sticker and the outline of a white skull.
"Government research. We are all test items here." She picks up the image and sighs. "You have to get everyone out of here. I talked to all the women here and they say they didn't do anything. The meds they give us prevent us from lying. I think they are using innocent people to use as test subjects. The Men's Military Prison is doing the same. Get them out; I'll make sure you'll receive the plates." She leans forward and whispers quietly. "And, uh, I know what you plan to do Lynch. Use me and my family. So don't lie and say that you know we will." She raises an eyebrow as he stiffens a little.
"Very well." He nods as the door is opened. Alex quickly chains her hands.
"By Diablo." She says. "I believe our time is up." They stand as she walks past him she stops and whispers. "Remember our deal." She is pulled out of the room and she sighs.
"Zero One Hundred! Remember the number!" She smirks as she gets what he means.
"Will do. Sir." Alex smirks as she walks off, envelope in hand.
"So, Al," Alexis' cellmate, Maggie, asks, "when are you getting out?" Alex winks. "So soon?" Alex beckons her over.
"Well, my wonderful friend," Alex giggles happily like someone her age should, "zero one hundred I am outta here!" Maggie's lips turn into a frown. "And, uh," Alex chuckles twice, "I might be able to get everyone out of here." Maggie grins.
"Got one of your famous plans?" Alex chuckles.
"Ya think?" Maggie's long, brown hair waves as she nods her head. "At dinner, get the girls ready. Say Hannibal is on the way and to," she wiggles her eyebrows, "the meds and be ready. We're gunna take over." Maggie snatches the envelope on Alex's bed.
"And this?"
"Classified." Alex tells the eighteen year old (Maggie was put into prison for 'killing' a person with her mother, torturing them before hand) with an official voice. "Well," she continues, "classified for the guards." Alex looks around.
"Open it?" They say together. "Totally." They crack.
"Well." Alex tears open the envelope with her teeth.
"Feral much?" Maggie tells her as she smiles cockily, pulling out papers and photos from their casing.
"Guard." She nods to the door. Maggie gets up and looks through the small slit that deliveries where made. "Old, old, old, old," Alex mutters while going through the stapled papers, "well, hello baby." She opens up a case file. "Funny."
"What?" Maggie looks away from her post for a moment.
"It is your case file. Male, twenty, brutally murdered, torture wounds are pre-mortem, raped, the works." She turns over a page. "Prime Suspect: Maggie Diablo, Sarah Diablo and Johnny Diablo." She pauses. "Brother or father?"
"Brother, currently six feet under with Dad." Maggie says without any emotion.
"Oh, sweetie." Alex sighs. "How did he get access to this in jail?" Alex leans over, reading.
"Alex?" Alex looks at Maggie. "Who got that?"
"Who else?" Alex smiles softly. "Dad." Maggie nods. "Maggie?" She sighs and looks over. "Would you like to stay with us when we get out?"
"Please. I have no one now." Alex nods.
"I'll arrange it." She offers her a smile.
"What does it say?" Maggie sits down.
"Dad changed it so I could actually, you know, read it. God bless his soul." She smiles softly. "Through a thorough investigation, it is apparent that Mr. Kyle Goose," she looks at Maggie, "isn't he your ex?" She nods and Alex continues to read. "Was murdered brutally. In the autopsy preformed by Dr. Harold Cood, it was revealed Kyle had gone through an extremely large amount of torture before his death. It was also revealed that he was raped repeatedly. As he was found three blocks from his ex-girlfriend, Maggie Diablo, and her family's house, we investigated their house first. They were not home the first six times, later revealed they were on vacation in China for three weeks, we obtained a warrant and forced ourselves in. The murder weapons, a set of kitchen knives and three different guns (M1911, SIG Sauer P226 and Browning Hi-Power) where found in the rubbish bin. Mr. Goose's blood was still apparent on it and the family's fingerprints where all over the weapons."
"What about the autopsy?" Maggie whispers, obviously having enough of the police report. Alex makes 'tu' sounds over and over as she flips through the file.
"Here we are." She says. "Mr. Kyle Goose was autopsied by Dr. Harold Cood and assisted by Miss. Sandy Cooper. It was very noticeable from a first glance the time before and up to his death was painful. He had cigarette burns, some up to an inch in diameter, suggesting a cigar might have been used for some of these burns. Cuts, some as small as a paper cut and others so deep, a millimeter more and they would have met the bone. A whip was also used. He was also raped repeatedly. Time of death was around seven and ten in the evening on the third of June, two thousand and ten.
"Prior to this event, Mr. Goose was a very healthy man. Judging by some old records, he was six feet two inches, had brown hair and 'lively' brown eyes. During the time leading up to his death, Mr. Goose was starved, shaved of his head and was dead on the inside. He was fit mentally as well as physically."
"Enough." Maggie brings her thin, pale form into a ball, rocking herself as tears fell. Alex shuts the file and brings a free arm around Maggie.
"Mags," Alex sighs. "I know you are hurting. But, I need to ask you a few questions. I know you didn't do it, but still." Maggie nods. "Was there a chance he was gay or bisexual?" She nods.
"Yeah, he and John were dating. He told me he wanted to sit on the other side of the fence for a while, so I guess he was bi." Alex nods. "That is how Jon's DNA was in him; they had sex prior to this. A lot." Alex laughed.
"Young love." She shakes her head. "Do you want me to put this away?" She asks as a sticky note falls out of the file. She picks it up. "Well, hello."
'Al' it said
'Maggie is mentally unstable when mad. At 2455, make her mad and hopefully that will be a big enough distraction. See you tonight.
Dad.'
Alex smirks. Good enough for her.
The rest of the file just contained files of old cases and pictures. But all of them involved her and the A-Team in one way or another. Finally, Alex finds a normal, white envelope labeled 'Classified. For the eyes of Maggie Diablo and Alexis Jade Smith only.'
"Yo, Mags!" Alex nods her over as she opens the letter. "Over here." Maggie moves over and they read the letter.
'Maggie, Alex.
Inside are some files. Read them and create profiles on all of them by 2400 tonight. Have them in an envelope, sealed, ready to give to me. I know that you both can do this really well, I have experienced it.
Also, the images are of an Arab and Pike in Germany. We need to know who the Arab is as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, I have too much to write. So, I will cut it off here.
Hannibal.'
"Well, that was brief." Maggie says.
"What can I say?" Alex shrugs. "Man of a few words."
2455 Zulu
'It's time.' Alex sighs, knowing exactly how to get under her skin.
"Mags." Maggie turns and moans. "I have been thinking."
"What?" She says, still half asleep.
"You did murder him, didn't you?" Alex crosses her fingers. "Jealously is a powerful emotion and you were jealous Kyle wanted to have sex with Johnny and not you. You wanted him to pay. You made Johnny rape Kyle and you tortured him, didn't you? I have you all figured out." Maggie stands, suddenly wide awake.
"I did not kill him! I was falsely accused of his murder!" She screams. Alex stands and starts to yell at her.
"Yeah right! You wanted a serious relationship and Johnny took it away from you! I bet you killed him too. Did you like it? The sounds of their screams as you slowly started to kill them."
"Shut up!" Maggie draws her hands into fists. "Stop it! Just stop!"
"And then you wanted more, so you made Johnny rape Kyle. Was it at gun point? Or knife? Mind you, it doesn't matter. As they are both dead!"
"Stop, stop, stop! Just stop!" Maggie screams, her vision going blurry.
'Not now," she thinks, 'not another melt-down.' (1)
"Did you blind fold them? To give you a sense of leadership? Or did you make them watch as you enjoyed watching their blood form a crimson river?" She says. As Alex can see that Maggie is on the bridge of a break down, she plays her final card.
'Please forgive me.' She thinks before saying it.
"And I beat you don't even feel any remorse." Maggie finally sees black and jumps on Alex. "HELP! HELP!" Suddenly, six loud noises, three punches and three heads slamming on the ground, are heard. Maggie is brought out of her meltdown and she gasps. "Sorry Mags, I needed to get you riled up." Maggie nods, her eyes still holding a fire. Sighing, Alex moves forward and applies pressure on her pulse point on her wrists. The flame slowly exits her eyes.
The door slides open loudly. They turn to see Hannibal taking off a ski mask. "Sup Dad?" Alex smirks.
"C'mon! I knocked out the three guards, but they called Code Black." Alex looks at Maggie and sighs.
"No." They say. "We are getting everyone out of here." Hannibal looks at them confused.
"You have a plan kid?" He finally asks as they hear guards running down in sync with their heavy footsteps.
"Yeah. Give us fifteen." Alex nods to Maggie. "You didn't keep the meds in you, right?" She asks Maggie, who smirks.
"Are you crazy?" Alex chuckles lightly.
"You know?" Alex questions her Dad, who shakes his head, the steps coming closer. "Well, we'll explain later. Mags, take the West Wing, met me at Center Point in ten. I'll take East." She nods. "Dad, there is a storage room downs stairs with our stuff, but we can't enter it without a key. It is guarded with technology we can't even defeat, but you can. There is a guard on front desk. Under him is a skeleton of keys. Use the golden one with a lightening bolt. We'll do the rest." He nods and runs off.
Alex and Maggie slit ways and run to the wings Alex and designated to them.
Alex merges into the wall to hide from the guards who were running towards them. She mumbles a few words and suddenly, they are on the floor dead. She runs to the sleeping ward and jumps, legs now shoulder length apart. The doors slide open loudly and everyone wakes up. Then, Alex crotches down and slowly raises her arms, then bringing her body up with her. Suddenly, a large amount of creamy white liquid appears above all of the girls. All the pills, now a liquid, evaporates into the air. The girls slowly sit up as more men come running down the aisles.
"Where the hell do they all come from?" Alex whispers before yelling out commands in a language they had created over the six months she was in prison, which was called 'devilic'. "Sara! Guard the back! Maddy! Kill the guards! Everyone else, get to the basement. A man should be down there called 'Hannibal'. Get your stuff and get out! Help the boys at the Men's Military Prison to get out too. Go, go, go!" Alex quickly runs to the center of the prison too meet Maggie. "You take north, I'll take south!" She yells as she makes a direct right. Again, she hides from around twenty guards. She merges into the wall yet again and makes a circle with her thumb and index finger, which she blows through at the closest guard. Slowly, he starts to fade away. She does this to each guard, each one appearing in a different place with no memory. She stamps her feet at shoulders length apart. Again, she crotches and raises her arms to remove the controlling meds the prison forced the girl's to take.
"Get your stuff down at the basement and leave!" She orders as she runs back to find Maggie leading the final group down to the basement. Sighing, she finds her father holding their bags as the girls look for their own. "Yo!" Alex calls. Everyone turns to listen to her. She stands on the desk and looks around. "All have you have gone through this once and have had enough. What if I was to tell you I have gone through this twice? And I have the medication to control our problem without making us into walking zombies? We still have a right to be treated like a human, not like a science experiment." A few of the girls nod in agreement. "Now I have a little, predicament, you could say, and as soon as I get out of it…I will try to find a way to help you all. Not just you." She points to a girl by the name of Lillian. "But all of you. And the boys." Wolf whistles are heard. "Get them out of there, and then, we will all fight back the government with full force. What do you say to that?"
"Let's get 'em!" A girl by the name of Eva calls out. Lots of 'Yeah's' and 'Let's do this's can be heard. Alex nods.
"Let's get out of here."
They had been driving for half an hour when Hannibal pulled into a roach hotel. Not that Alex mind, she had been in far worse scenarios. However, Maggie did mind. After some convincing, she finally shut up. But by then, Hannibal had left them to shower and change as he went to go find the closest 7/11 for some dinner.
"Mags." Alex calls. "You have been in there for twenty minutes. Hurry up!" Alex turns on the hair dryer and quickly dries her hair, her body covered in a very revealing white towel.
"I'm out." Maggie calls.
"Clothes are in the plastic bag on the hook." Alex tells her as she starts to dress in her undergarments and her usual army pants, tight, black tee, ripped shirt that finished below her bust with the words 'Phsyc Ward' and her army jacket, which is left open. Her hair is brushed and up in a ponytail. All of her clothes hang loosely on her pale, sick form. Maggie comes out of the bathroom wearing a deep purple corset with a short skirt and lace design along with some black, ripped stockings and a pair of plain black flats. Her hair is held up with a pair of chopsticks, no hair band or clips or pins what so ever (AN: My Beta can do this. Cool right?). In her hand was the plastic bag, weighed down with something in it.
"It is a band for my mother. She died of MS." She explains. "It goes on my calming point….I have a bandage…maybe it could go on the other wrist and then I can…you know…not go feral?" Alex smiles.
"Sit down." Alex indicates to the bed. Maggie sits as Alex sits next to her. "You never learned how to put on a bandage, right?" Maggie nods.
"Never." Alex chuckles.
"Well, luckily, you're with me." Alex grabs her left arm and starts to wrap the bandage around her lower arm. From the end of her palm to half way up her forearm. When she finished, she said a couple of words and the bandage remains in place. Maggie then clips on a large, gold bracelet, which applies pressure onto her pulse point, and engraved on the metal plate was 'Race for a Cure MS' in large, fancy writing. Underneath the large message, a smaller one was engraved in plain writing. It said 'Sarah Diablo b15 November 1962, d21 December 2009. May you always live in our hearts.' Alex smiles softly as she unzips her bag and presents Maggie with a pair of fingerless, black, leather gloves. They start at the beginning of the second knuckle in each finger and finish just below the palm. Maggie puts them on, looking at Alex confused.
"I knew I would meet you soon. So, I brought you something you would like." Maggie chuckles before turning serious.
"So, you have been scared many times on missions and at home. I want to know everything." Alex chuckles.
"I beat you do."
The rest of the evening was spent by Alex showing Maggie her scars and telling her stories which affected her greatly and by Maggie returning the favour. By the time Hannibal got back, the girls where holding back tears and in a tight embrace, promising each other that they would never let the other go and together they would fight off their demons.
(1): This happened to me around four to five times in my life. I had a sensory overload and I blacked out and (unknowingly) attacked the people who send me into the overload. It was a scary experience and it hasn't happened in some time, but it freaked the hell out of me and I am still scared it might happen again, as I had no control and I nearly damaged someone's spinal chord (apparently).
AN: The next one is going to take a little longer as I have taken notes on the other break outs and I need to do Murdock's and the ending of the A-Team while fitting Maggie and Alex in it. There is a day or two in difference when Hannibal collects the team, but I think that, because no one was guarding Face, we can just pretend the government didn't really panic that much until Face and BA was gone. Also, I need to get some pointers on:
writing police reports
profiling people
So if you can help in any way, please review or PM me. Thanks!
AN2: Also, any clothing that I saw online in now on my profile and anything else I didn't think off by myself. And….10 pages! Thanks.
BN: Smiley face. I have betaed the last one and this one. Loved it. :-)