A/N: I know this took a really long time, but here it is. It may have a few spelling errors, so tell me if you find any.

"Retard…I have a wedding tomorrow, and he gives me a lecture on Musa," Nabu sighed, as he entered Riven's room.

Riven glared at his roommate. "What did he say, exactly?"

Nabu shook his head. "Well, nothing I didn't already know…though this is interesting…did you know that they went out?"

Riven nodded sourly, as pleased about the statement as he had been about going to prison.

"Well…I better talk to Layla…we're getting married, you know…"

"I know," said Riven bitterly.

He got up to get some fresh air.

"Hey wait."

Riven turned around. "For tomorrow... I mean the wedding…will you be my best man?"

Riven nodded stoically. "Great!" Nabu grinned. Then he was back to his phone.

"He said yes," he told Layla, as Riven walked awayr.

Riven walked around the gardens of Red Fountain, still thinking. He probably never thought about anything for so long, until now. He spotted Sky and Bloom walking hand in hand. They waved at him. He ignored them with a dismissive wave.

But Bloom wouldn't let him. She stood in his way, hands firmly planted on her hips.

"What's going on between you and Musa?" she demanded.

Riven pushed her aside.

She blocked his hand.

He glared at her. "You know, I don't think that's any of your business," he growled.

Sky took her arm. "Come on, Bloom, let's go…"

"No!" Bloom snarled angrily. "He's hurting my friend and I want to know why!"

"I said…that's none of your business," he roared. Sky pulled Bloom behind him. "Hey! That's my girlfriend you're talking to!" he protested.

Riven brought his face closed to Sky's "Well, then I suggest you take your red-haired meddlesome girl away from here, or I'll do something she'll regret."

Sky gnashed his teeth. "Let's get out of here, Bloom," he said. He pulled her away before she could protest.

Riven stood, seething, as he watched the couple. Why did everything remind him of that girl? And when he was trying to forget her, her pesky friends would come in the way. Women. He hated women. Musa, Darcy, Priscilla, Veronica, even his mother..

He remembered his first morning in jail as if it were yesterday. The night went in a daze. All he could remember were sirens and the gruff voice of the officers. He was thrown into a dark, dingy room, and had gone to sleep after refusing to eat his meal.

"You'll be sorry," said the woman, inclining her head towards the food. He shook his head." Suit yourself," she walked away. Exhausted, he fell asleep on the hard mattress.

When he woke, there was the same woman looking over him. "Hi, I'm Priscilla" she said.

He was surprised to see how young she was…possibly only twenty. She was a slender, dark-skinned, woman, with a kind look in her eyes.

"You're going to court today," She informed him. "Any idea what you'll do there?"

Riven shook his head. Priscilla opened the room, and sat by him. "Here's the food you refused yesterday" she said, and handed him a plate with dry bread and cold, chicken gravy. "Eat up."

Riven made a face. She eyed him with a grin.

"They have almost got you by the balls, you know," she giggled uncertainly.

Riven glared at her.

"That girl…you really must have had the hots for her."

Riven snorted. "She came on to me," he said defensively.

"Well, that's not totally unbelievable," she winked at Riven as he took the plate of food from her and bit into the bread.

"Well, I'm off..." Priscilla got out and locked the gate. "See ya."

Riven groaned. Even the prison guard thought he was done for.

The trial proceeded as expected. In the end, Riven was sentenced to a year in the juvenile delinquency ward , and Veronica, the sobbing victim got large amounts of media coverage and public sympathy.

Riven's first day in jail was not as bad as he expected. The other inmates believed his version of the story, and believed he was innocent, claiming they were, too. And then there was Priscilla. She'd sneak him food and necessary supplies. She would tell him what was happening in the outside world. They became really close.

One day, while visiting him in the morning, she whispered to him. "You like it here?"

Riven nodded. "It's alright…just like the orphanage."

"Yes…" she ventured "but wouldn't you like to be free?"

Riven looked at her coldly. "Well, yes…" he said. "I would. Who wouldn't?"

Priscilla looked at him mischievously. "I have a plan," she said.

The plan was to get Riven out of there, a prison break. Riven wasn't too eager, but Priscilla persuaded him into it. "You'd be free," she kept on saying.

Finally, they agreed upon a plan. Riven was very careful about the details, but Priscilla was more laidback about it. "It is only a prison break! How hard could it be for a man of your talent?"

If only Riven knew what she was up to at the time.

The day came, and as planned, Riven woke up at 6 a.m.. and waited for Priscilla. She opened his gate, and brought him some food.

"I have drugged the guards" she whispered into his ear. He nodded and followed her in his handcuffs, as she led him across the passage. It was eerily deserted. They didn't say anything to each other as they walked.

Riven started to feel uneasy due to the lack of action. When he looked at Priscilla, she stared straight ahead, avoiding his eyes.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. "Where are we going?" he hissed.

"The Head of the Police has requested to see you," she said. Her voice was oddly loud, and stern, as if she was giving him an order. Riven shrugged. She was the master-mind, after all.

As they neared the exit of the prison, an old police officer stepped out of the shadows.

"Now," she whispered in his ear. Riven hesitated for only a minute, wondering why he was breaking in front of the man, but since he completely trusted Priscilla, he jerked himself free of her grasp, broke the fake handcuffs in two, and made a run towards the exit.

"Stop right there, inmate!" screamed Priscilla. It was a part of the plan, so Riven did not even glance back, he just kept running. He could hear the old policeman saying something, as well.

And then he heard a shot, and there was a blinding flash of pain as he felt it puncture his leg.

"The target is down, sir!" yelled Priscilla. Riven saw her holding a smoking pistol, a grim look in her eyes. Riven stared at her, unable to believe it. He crawled his way to the exit, desperate to get away . But by then, a group of cops has surrounded him, and they dragged a kicking, screaming Riven to the prison hospital. As he passed Priscilla, she sneered at him, a fierce look in her eye.

"You know…my father was a rapist," she snarled. "I hope they put you away forever"

Riven didn't say anything. He was stunned by her betrayal.

In the papers the next day, Priscilla's pretty face was on the front page. There were pages and pages written about how she single handedly took down a rowdy escapee, and succeeded, in full view of the Head of the Police. Television channels repeatedly showed video footage of the entire incident, from the journey to the cell towards the exit. The fake handcuffs were passed off as 'insufficient facilities for the policeman'. Priscilla had never been so famous before. Riven was sentenced to an extra year in prison.

A/N: I have rechecked this document twice. I hope there aren't mistakes.