IN WHICH Eleanor Ortiz-Toretto moves to outerbanks after leaving her family behind in LA. Apparently, it's paradise on earth and that's exactly what she needed.
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CHAPTER EIGHT - BRIAN TORETTO
Eleanor was exhausted, sat in her dimly lit cell as was John B. The sound of footsteps echo as the two paid inmates approached the two cells.
Eleanor was sat on the edge of her cot, staring blankly at the wall. Memories flash through her mind like a broken projector. Her brother's protective hugs, promising her she'd always have someone in her corner. The warmth of sunlight on her skin as she raced down the streets of LA, free and untouchable. The night with the Pogues, before everything went wrong.
Her chest tightened. She couldn't cry anymore, she ran out of tears days ago. She wanted to hunt Rafe and Ward down, make them regret what they did to her and the Pogues.
"You have a choice, Eleanor" Her mother's voice echoed in her mind "You can break, or you can fight"
John B was lying down on his cot, staring at the ceiling. He was remembering the salty air of the Outer Banks, where he spent countless days with the Pogues, free and unburdened. The sound of Eleanor's laugh-his lifeline when everything else felt lost. His father's disappearance, the moment everything changed, teaching him that the world doesn't play fair.
He clenched his fists, his heart pounding.
He remembered what his dad said "If somethin' happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kid"
He couldn't give up now.
The sound of the cell door sliding open snapped Eleanor out of her thoughts. She looked up to see the flash of a blade. Her heart stopped. As the inmate stepped closer, Eleanor was ready. She wasn't dying there.
She could remember what her uncle Deckard told her once "When you're backed into a corner, use what you've got"
She launched herself off the cot, grabbing the metal food tray from the floor and slamming it into the inmate's head. Her instincts were taking over. She was ducking and weaving while using the tray to deflect the weapon. When the inmate lunged again, she grabbed his wrist roughly and twisted it until the blade clattered to the ground.
She could hear John B shouting for help in his own cell, the other inmates were hanging on their cell doors and shouting for the guards. She swiftly grabbed the knife off the floor and held it up with a dark, challenging look on her face that said 'try me.'
"I'll be back for you and next time you won't be so lucky" And just like that he left her cell, the key slipping back into his pocket.
The girl slumped down to the floor, her back hitting the cold wall as she felt a fresh wave of pain from her abdomen. Her stitches had reopened.
"All officers report to cellblock C and E immediately"
Eleanor heard over the radios when her cell door opened once again. She reached for the blade to defend herself from another attacker.
