Ello everyone, hope all of you who went to Norway enjoyed the gig.  Now all we have to do is wait for the solo stuff.  Which as far as I know will be out some time next year.

Ok what can I say about these next chaps.  well I obviously know nothing about jail lol but  this is my take on it.  Oh and Paul fans, watch out for him in this. I won't say any more just read lol

lastly to Lyl thanks sooooooooooooo much for the reviews.

Eleven

 

 

      Christian sat on the backseat of the bus and stared out of the window as it made its way along the wet streets, it had one more stop to make.  He had heard the guard tell the driver as he walked up and down staring menacingly at each prisoner in turn.  Christian had never thought of himself as a prisoner before but that’s just what he now was.  A prisoner of the state, he felt sick inside as he shifted nervously away from the gun wielding maniac who was walking up and down the isle in an effort to make his presence felt. ‘What the hell do they expect us to do trust up like dogs?’ he thought bitterly as he glanced down at the restraints.

 

      The guy in front suddenly called out for his mother which had the guard marching straight down. “What the fuck did you say asshole?” he yelled in his ear, Christian rolled his eyes then glanced through the window once again. “Please I just wanna go home” the guard laughed heartily as he straightened up. “Did you hear that Marty…this goddamn asshole wants to go home!” he ridiculed before bending down and coming face to face with the guy, “You ain’t going nowhere you little shit!!! You ain’t got no life now so you had better get use to it!” Christian watched him for a while, “That goes for all you punks…your asses belong to the state now” Christian scoffed then stared back at the window looking at nothing in particular.

 

      They made their last stop just after four, Christian watching as a familiar guy stepped on.  A huge grin visible on his tanned face as he looked around “Now who do I know” he yelled at the top of his voice. Christian watched him bounce along the passageway towards him “Wow hey buddy” he greeted as he sat down on the seat next to him. “Shut up Marazzi!” said the guard, Christian looked at him recalling their only meeting. “So you got sent down huh…bum rap pal” Christian simpered as the guard marched straight up to them. “I told you to shut the hell up!” he told Marazzi but the guy just didn’t know when to quit. “I’m talking to my buddy” he said, the guard stopped dead turned swiftly then pistol whipped the younger man. “Friends…Marazzi you ain’t got no goddamn friends!” he snarled in his ear before walking away. “Do to!” said Marazzi defiantly as he rubbed at the side of his head “You okay bud?” asked Christian, he nodded “Sure” he said happily as they travelled on.

 

      The first look at the state penitentiary sent a shiver down Christian’s spine.  It was an enormous grey building housing thousands upon thousands of prisoners ranging in age from 21 to 70.  “Wow this is really it huh?” Marazzi muttered as they were driven threw the large metal gates. Christian glanced above him, to where guards stood dotted around in various watch towers guns poised ready to shoot.  Prisoners stood watching as they past.

 

      It came to a halt just in front of the entrance where a number of guards stood with rifles pointed straight at the bus “Wow…this is gonna be some place” Marazzi mentioned as they were instructed to get up.  Slowly one by one they were hauled from the bus Christian was last off. He stood next to Marazzi both staring at the ground. “I don’t wanna be here I’m going home!”, the guy who’d been at the front of the bus suddenly yelled before trying to make a run for it.  “Stop!” he was told, he continued to run.  “I said stop!  Or I’ll shoot” he still ran, a number of shots rang out making Christian jump he watched the guys lifeless body fall to the ground. “Bastards” mouthed Marazzi, Christian felt sick inside “Get them inside!” hissed the warden.

 

      Once inside they were set free from their restraints then marched along to the shower block.  “Wow now for the fun part” Marazzi whispered, Christian frowned on realising just what was about to occur. “I bet this is the best part of that faggots day…seeing to us lot” Christian stared at his friend, “What?” the small man rolled his eyes.  “Boy you really are naive…they’re gonna have to check us over” Christian’s eyes widened as he felt himself being pushed against the wall and ordered to strip.

 

      A few minutes later they both emerged dressed in prison uniform, which consisted of blue jeans white t-shirt and blue shirt with a number on the back “I hope we’re in the same cell…I don’t wanna have to share with some of those other faggots” he heard Marazzi say behind him as they ascended the steel staircase. “In” said the guard, he entered the cell then smiled as Marazzi followed him “Yeah!” they both said as they door swung closed “You want the top bunk bud?” Christian shook his head.

“You sure?”

“Yeah…go for your life”

Marazzi pounced up onto the bunk and lay down with his hands behind his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“How can you be so damn relaxed man?”

“What’s to get upset about…this is gonna be my life for the next ten years”

“Wish I could adjust so fast”

Marazzi stared at him his expression serious. “So what did they give you?”

“Life”

“Wow bummer”

“Without any chance of parole”

“Double bummer”

“Yeah tell me about it” he replied as he rolled onto the bottom bunk.

“So what’s your name again?” Marazzi inquired.

“Christian”

“Christian?  What kinda name's that?  Your folks religious or something?”

“Don’t know”

“What’s your last name?”

“Ingebrigtsen”

Marazzi’s head suddenly appeared, “Christ that’s worse than your first name…I’ll call you Briggo”

“Call me what you like”

“I’m Maz remember?”

“Yup”

“I think we’re gonna get on just fine Briggo”

“Yeah same here”

“Pity that guy had to get himself shot though”

“Yeah…pity those bastards will get away with it”

“Too right…but that’s just the way of it…here we’re dogs”

Christian fell silent.

“You okay bud?”

“What?  Oh yeah…fine”

“Ain’t ya ever been locked up before?”

 

      “Christian…Chris honey where are you?” his mother had searched for him for hours. “Christian you answer me this minute do you hear?”

“Mom…mom I’m in here.” he yelled, standing on tip-toe he tried to draw her attention. “Mom I’m here!” he yelled again when she passed by the old shed, “Chris…answer me!” he tried again.  “Mom!” he yelled as he lost his footing and slipped from the barrels he’d been standing on, the noise alerting his mother. “Ah Jesus” he said as he rubbed at his bottom. “Chris you in here hon?” she cried as she moved a heavy piece of wood away from the door then threw it open. “Mom” he said as he broke into a huge grin, “Chris how did you get locked in?” Christian wiped his nose on his sleeve then flashed her, a toothless grin.

 “What the hell happened to your teeth?” he laughed “They got knocked out, but don’t worry I saved them mom…so the tooth fairy can still come” he sniffed as she crouched down coming face to face with her four year old. “Who did this Chris?  Who hit you and who locked you in the shed?” the child rolled his eyes matter of fact. “Larry did it…he chased me wiff his belt and then he caught me and went whack whack whack but it wasn’t sore mom not really…I told him so I said haha ain't sore and he punched me and my teeth fell out and there was blood and everything then he pushed me down and I couldn’t get out” she suddenly pulled him to her hugging him close. “I’m sorry babe…I’m so sorry” she said, he held out his dirty little hand. “D’you fink the tooth fairy will come tonight Larry said she don’t come to naughty boys but she will wont she mom?” she ruffled his hair then nodded, “Course she will…come on let’s go put them under your pillow okay?” he nodded as he took her hand and skipped inside.

 

“Yeah I’ve been locked up but not like this”

“Huh?”

“It’s a long story…I might tell you about it sometime”

“I can’t wait”

There was silence and laughter a second later, if they hadn’t laughed they’d have cried and there was no way either of them intended to let the place break them.