'Abbeyson!' Called Mrs Hollamby into the young nun's cell as she stirred. 'Induction with Miss Stokes this morning, then you can go to work in the garden this afternoon. Come on move it!' She said before turning to leave. Emily stirred feebly, tired from a bad night's sleep. She hated the night call, so many inmates shouting names at her especially Natalie Buxton. Sitting up her ginger hair fell over her face before she brushed it out of her face, ignoring the usual crackle of extremely static hair. Pulling on plain clothes she pulled her metal comb across the room to her, running it briefly through her crackling hair. Groggily walking out the cell she was escorted to the wing governor's office. The day before had gone ok, she hadn't had more than tingling of annoyance in her fingers despite the many comments made by the others being perfectly clear on their opinions of her. She had made her views just as perfectly clear, minus the crude language used by the cons. Drawing level with the wing governor's office the officer knocked gesturing for her to follow in. Sitting in the swinging chair behind the desk a slightly older woman sat, standing when Emily entered.

'Sister Abbeyson…' the woman said gesturing the prison officer to leave as she stretched out her hand.

'Emily.' Corrected Emily reaching to take the other woman's hand.

'Lou Stokes.' Lou blinked in surprise as she felt the hairs on her arm rose slightly. Brushing this off Lou sat down gesturing for Emily to do the same. 'So Emily, how are you settling into Hotel Larkhall?' Asked Lou humorously.

'Ah yes, room service is immense.' Replied Emily sarcastically, picking up the joke. Lou blinked in surprise again, this time at the unexpected response.

'Were you really a nun?' Asked Lou bluntly. Emily sighed in amusement.

'Let me guess my lack of dullness defies nun stereotype?' Shot back Emily, as Lou semi nodded in agreement she went on 'Yes, Pat said something along those lines.'

'Oh you've made friends with Pat?' said Lou curious, baffled by a slight twinge of jealous she felt.

'Yes. Why?' Said Emily wondering why Lou sounded so strange.

'Just she usually keeps herself to herself.' Shrugged Lou 'She doesn't tend to bother to communicate.' Emily frowned slightly at the faint bitter note she detected in Lou's voice. 'Still, that's good for you she is a well behaved con, and has the respect of the women. Most of them anyway.' Emily nodded noting this information before thinking back to the rude blonde she had meet.

'What about Natalie Buxton?' Asked Emily, feeling the twinge of current running through her palm at the mere thought of the nonce. She had found out a lot about Buxton from the other cons.

'Buxton?' Said Lou noting the expression wore by the other woman. 'Not one I would like to meet in a dark alley.' Concluded Lou 'Or at any time or place if I could avoid it. Her and Pat are not exactly best of buddies.'

'I can imagine.' Replied Emily bitterly. Lou nodded before moving on to business. Explaining to the young nun how the prison system worked, Emily listened taking in all the new information. Once they both agreed that she understood Lou stood up and called for the prison officer to return her to the wing.

'Ok, so any issues you can report to me or an of the prison officers on G wing.' Concluded Lou smirking as Emily saluted.

'Aye, aye captain.' Said Emily as she was led out.

….

Sitting at the lunch table Pat chuckled as Emily continued to mess around throwing her metal tools in the air, somehow always catching them. This nun was crazy Pat concluded, and beautiful. Pat pushed that thought away quickly. She might be an alright person, but she was still a nun so wouldn't approve of her sexuality or her thoughts on her. Pat's smiled turned to a scowl as Buxton approached the table.

'I'd watch out if I were you.' Warned Natalie, addressing Emily before looking at Pat. 'You never know where her wandering hands are gonna go.'

'They might go to your frigging neck if you not careful nonce!' Threatened Pat blushing angrily. Natalie smirked down at the embarrassed face before noticing Emily's blank look.

'Didn't she tell you?' Asked Natalie in an infuriating tone. 'She's a dyke. That's against your religion, a sin isn't it nun?' As Emily recoiled very slightly from Pat. Realising what she was doing Emily glared up at Natalie.

'Homosexuality isn't a sin. Engaging in homosexual intercourse is.' Answered Emily her own face aflame with embarrassment. As Natalie sniggered muttering something about Pat definitely 'engaging' in muff munching Emily said angrily 'Only God can judge, it's not the place of you or me. Besides I'm sure any sin Pat may have committed out of love with a woman is nothing to what sins you have committed with many men for sexual desire or less.' She snapped, struggling to control the current running the length of her arm. Buxton sneered down at her before turning on her heel and marching away. Pat looked over the ginger's face recognising her own rage reflected in her face.

'So you still going to talk to me?' Inquired Pat slightly sarcastically recoiling as Emily scowled her eyes flashing dangerously.

'Of course I am. It's none of my concern what you do in the bedroom.' Snapped Emily angrily. 'Sorry.' She added seeing Pat's hurt expression. 'I have my beliefs you have yours. Like I said, only God has the right to judge any of us.'

'Yer, alright.' Said Pat still clearly hurt. 'We have to go work in the garden now.' She added tonelessly. Sighing Emily followed.

…

Working in the garden Emily was weeding plants at the base of the wall, thinking of Pat and her hurt expression. Feeling a twinge of guilt, Emily thought how she herself had had unclean thoughts about women in the past. Before she could stop herself her thoughts became unclean about Pat, wondering what it would be like to kiss her, feeling the electric current in her flowing downwards. Stop it, she thought harshly. She knew she couldn't. Not only because it was a sin, but because she could never lose control like that. It was too dangerous. Lost in thought she didn't notice Buxton come up behind her.

'You know I think its time we got to know each other a bit better' Came Buxton's arrogant tone. Emily spun on the spot, glaring at the other woman.

'Go away.' Emily ordered knowing she wouldn't. Laughing slightly Natalie looked her up and down.

'You know in here it's more suitable to say 'Piss off'. Hasn't your girlfriend taught you that yet?' Natalie asked sourly. Emily blushed to the roots of her ginger hair, feeling her hair grow more static, the tool in her hand sticking to her magnetism. Wanting to end this conversation before she did something stupid Emily rushed on.

'Look, I don't know what your problem is, with me, my faith or Pat who is not my girlfriend, but whatever it is it's your problem, please don't make it mine.' Emily said trying to keep both anger and pleading out her voice as electricity buzzed through her whole body. Buxton just looked at her amused; the nun just didn't get it.

'Sweetheart any problem I have is everyone's problem.' Answered Natalie arrogantly 'Whether or not she is or isn't your muff munching lover she likes you, so I bet she would be upset finding you with a couple of broken ribs.' Natalie said stepping towards Emily. Emily took a step back, knowing this would be ugly.

'Don't be stupid.' She said turning away to face the wall again. Refusing to take no for an answer Natalie reached out roughly grabbing the nun's shoulder.

Suddenly there was a massive bang as Natalie was thrown across the garden crashing into the mental fence ten feet away from Emily. Emily turned rapidly backing against the wall, hiding her hands behind her back with the arch of electricity that was formed between her hands. She had lost it, an electric shock had issued from her shoulder as Natalie had contacted, throwing her ten feet away. Natalie was struggling to get to her feet staring wide eyed at the young nun, clearly confused how she had been flung so far. People were gathering looking between the two women unsure what had just happened. Hollamby came rushing over having heard the loud bang.

'What's going on?' She demanded looking between the women. Natalie's confused expression deepened, quickly followed by rage. Emily closed her palms fiercely putting out the electrical arch. Natalie rose to her feet furiously, before speaking angrily.

'She just flew at me Miss' She claimed, seeing no other explanation she added 'She grabbed me and threw me here, like a fucking psycho!' Emily's eyes darted between Hollamby and Natalie; glad Natalie clearly hadn't discovered her secret but afraid being in trouble. Hollamby looked between the two knowing it didn't add up.

'As if she could throw you that far Buxton.' She concluded eventually, ignoring Natalie's noise of rage. 'Inside both of you now, you are both on report.' Emily sighed quietly they were lead inside, standing as far as she could from Natalie. Whenever they approached a gate they seemed the prison officer frowned as her noticed they seemed to move easier than usual. Emily forced herself to calm, reducing her magnet effects was far easier than her electricity. As they went in Natalie muttered fiercely under her breath.

'I don't know what you did freak, but I know you did something' she whispered angrily before being taken up to her cell. Once locked in her cell Emily broke down, tears running down her face as sparks issued from her hands. Freak…the word rung in her ears, stinging knowing it was true, and that everyone would think that if they knew her secret. Why couldn't she be normal? Emily thought desperately, and then I wouldn't be here in the first place. She needed to talk to someone, she couldn't bear hiding away. She wanted a visit from Sister Siden, the nun who had raised her, but she knew it could take weeks for a Visiting Order to go through. Sitting on the cold hard floor Emily's mind spun with her thoughts.

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