Ariel Wood's Story

Evan stood in silence as the man punished the girl...his cellmate. His anger was brewing and he couldn't stop himself from saying something. Even if it meant punishment for him. He wasn't going to stand by and watch his FEMALE cellmate get hurt. "Like pickin' women do ya? You're a sick freak." he yelled, not knowing what else to say. He didn't dare get close to the man, he didn't want the needles to pierce his skin, but he was definitely thinking about it. If he drew any more blood from the girl he'd have to make a life or death decision. Literally. The man had all the control but Evan still got to choose wether he wanted to live or die. 'As long as it stops him from hurting her.' he thought, looking at the poor girl before him. 'Then again if i'm gone who's going to keep protecting her?' He just wanted the man to turn his attention to him. He could endure the pain.

Evan growled under his breath as the man yelled at the girl one more time and then left. After stewing in his own anger for a few more seconds he turned to see that Ariel's face was bleeding profusely. Without second thought he ripped the bottom part of his shirt, revealing part of his abs, and wiped her face with it gently. He pressed down softly to try to get it to stop bleeding. "I'm sorry if this hurts...Gotta keep pressure on it or it'll keep bleeding" he said gruffly. The cut was deep enough for stitches but he knew that wasn't possible in this place. He felt guilty for not being able to do more for her. He wanted to tell her that he'd protect her at all costs but she didn't know him, he didn't know her, and he didn't think it would make her feel any better.


Indiana looked at the girl with fiery hair and lowered his eyes back to the floor. He didn't know what to do with himself, and he definitely didn't know how to get out of the hell hole. Suddenly he heard a scream from, what he could only assume, was a female captive. He yelled loudly and slammed his arms against the cell bars. He couldn't stand the idea of him hurting another woman. ANY woman for that matter. "BASTARD. FACE YOUR OBVIOUS PROBLEMS LIKE A MAN" he yelled as he threw himself against the cage again. He knew the bars wouldn't shift but he had to get his anger and frustration out. Finally he heard the man's heavy boots leaving the area and he also heard the door shut and lock upstairs in the shop. "He's gone" he said softly. Again he punched the cell bar, except this time he heard a crack as his fist met metal. With a loud groan of pain he withdrew his fist and examined it. His middle knuckle was already starting to swell. That only made him angrier.

"I"m sorry" Evan said softly as she winced at the cloth. The girl before him was silent and he didn't blame her. He would have wanted to be silent if that had happened to him as well. "I know it doesn't mean much, and you don't know me, and I know it's not exactly a promise I can keep but I will do everything I can to help you and protect you." he wasn't going to tell her that he was about ready to take the needles into his skin if the mad man kept going. "Now, in our situation that doesn't mean much but I will. Nobody should be able to do that and get away with it" he said, lifting the piece of shirt occasionally to check and see if the bleeding stopped. After a few more minutes the bleeding stopped and he started wiping blood away from the cut. All of this was done in silence.

Evan shook his head at the state she was in. Her face was gaping and bleeding. 'If I didn't have these shackles on....' he thought angrily. "Your welcome, but you don't need to talk. I realize it probably hurts, and it will probably just make it bleed more"



Indiana realized he was making his cellmate uncomfortable. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and crunched his knuckle back into place. The noise it made and the pain that came with it was enough to make him nauseous, but he knew he had to fix his own hand. He turned back to the girl with searing pain shooting through his hand and replied "Sorry about that....I...I'm Indiana...What's yours?"

Evan

Evan listened to Ariel toss and turn as he slept on the floor. It was cold, but he didn't mind letting the girl sleep in the bed. She was hurt and she had it far worse than he did. After a few minutes of laying awake in silence he heard footsteps and noticed that Ariel's body tensed up. He got up quietly and sat in front of her on the bed. There wasn't much he could actually do if the man came in, but he wasn't going to let him get to her easily.

Indiana

"Yeah" he smiled weakly "I'm sure." He laid on the floor and wished for his bed at home; in fact he wished for everything back home. ANYTHING back home. After a few minutes had passed he noticed that Jessica was shifting around in her sleep. He didn't know if she was having a nightmare or not but he didn't dare wake her. Sleep was sleep regardless of how terrible it was. 'Besides...reality is probably worse' he thought. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming down the hallway and he knew they could only be the man's. 'Who is he here to torture this time?' he wondered.

Evan watched as the mad man paused by their cell and then kept walking. A wave of relief rushed over him and he finally noticed Ariel's head on his back. "He's not coming in here" he whispered almost inaudibly. The girl had been through enough trauma for the day, and he didn't want to see her get hurt again. Evan turned around and let her lay her head on his chest. He figured it was probably more comfortable. "He's not coming in here" he whispered again, more to himself this time than to her.

"Nobody deserves to go through this. NOBODY. I can't stand to see anyone hurt women." other than the obvious reason, he wasn't sure why he wanted to defend her. As a small child his mother was abused by his father, its to be assumed that he's protective now because he couldn't do anything to help his mother then. 'I will die for her to escape into real life if that's what it takes' he thought.



Jessica didn't say anything after he finished his mini speech, she just fell asleep again. He smiled weakly and was pleased with the fact that she was comfortable enough to fall back asleep. He was satisfied that he got the point across. She seemed more content. He didn't fall asleep as he held her, the events from the day were still swimming around in his head, and his hand still throbbed. He could hear the Mad Man a few cells down doing God knows what to the poor people in it.