Geez! I'm so sorry I've left you all hanging for so long! I actually uploaded this story to my AO3 account, and got to seven chapters. I'm so sorry!
CHAPTER 5: A Light In The Dark
SUMMARY: Twisted Fate recalls the first time he ever met Evelynn.
Characters: TF, Evelynn, Dr. Priggs
No warnings, except suggestion of non-con (Priggs thinking that TF is a sicko/pervert) and murder.
"How do you like your new living space?"
Twisted Fate sat, head bowed, in a filthy and stained cell. He was lucky they let him keep his hat. That was one thing that separated this prison from a true corrections facility; most of the people locked up here were here voluntarily, and thus treated more like real people.
"Homey." Twisted replied with a sarcastic growl.
Dr. Priggs chuckled, a low, throaty noise that echoed hauntingly through the muted cell block. He squatted beside the gypsy gambler, resting his arms on one of the lower crossbars, a smug grin belied the sadistic malice in his eyes. "I'm glad you're comfortable; it might be a vwhile before your operation."
"Boss, vwe found 'er."
Priggs grimaced, turning to his henchman.
"Good, place her across from Cowboy here." he ordered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Twisted.
The subordinate nodded, leaving briefly to return with a myriad of fellow underlings.
Priggs stood, pulling a small box out of his vest pocket as he made his way to the opposite cell. He placed a cigarette-a new invention-between his teeth, pulling out a match to light it. He waved the phosphorus tipped stick, extinguishing the fickle orange flame, after lighting the berry flavored cancer stick held in place by his lips.
He was personally more of a cigar-smoking man, but his wife had wanted him to quit for quite sometime. When cigarettes came onto the scene, she insisted that if he wasn't going to quit, then he should at least switch to the lesser of the two evils. He saw wisdom in her words and heeded them. He had her shot and killed the next day, and her body thrown in the sewers to be disposed of by the rats.
Twisted watched with furtive interest as the henchmen hefted a squirming burlap sack into the room. As they were about to toss it into the opposite cell, Twisted Fate spoke.
"I don't mind sharing my cell."
This caused a rumbling roar of laughter to roll out of Priggs' lungs.
"You're a sick man!" Yet the doctor opened the cell door anyways, and motioned for his men to throw the bagged girl in. "Do vwhat you vwant, but don't kill her. Zat's my job."
Twisted stood and moved to catch the girl as she was carelessly tossed into the cell. He caught her in his arms before he could get his footing, knocking him off balance. He shifted his weight backwards, landing him on his ass; better he break his coccyx than land on the girl and break her ribs. She was so light in his arms...
He laid her gently across his lap before reaching up and untying the sack. Slowly, he peeled back the burlap, revealing matted, tangled, brown hair.
"You alright?" Twisted asked as he revealed more of her head, a wide, panicked, blue-hazel eye focusing on him.
The girl didn't move as he removed the bag from her. He cupped her in his arms, carefully adjusting her so he could see her face.
"You alright?" he asked again, brushing messy hair from the girl's dirty face.
She simply stared at him with owlish eyes, tears cutting paths through the caked on ash and muck.
"Please, don't hurt me..." she whimpered, bursting into tears.
Twisted pulled her close, holding her tight in his arms as he soothingly rubbed her back.
"You're safe with me..." he whispered.
They sat like that for a good, long while before the girl slowly stopped crying.
Trying to steady and regain her breath, the girl wrapped her arms about Twisted chest.
"The name's Twisted Fate," he said as she finally calmed down. "Yours?"
"E-Evelynn," she replied softly.