Cellmates

The Ever Faithful Maniac's Bible

Kendra sobbed into her pillow. She was imprisoned with a murderer, he would kill her in her sleep. That's why she was awake and sobbing and he was laying across the room with a pillow over his head, most likely plotting her demise.

"Please..." She managed to get out between tears. "Please don't kill me."

"I'm not." Came the groan from under the pillow. "Just stop crying, please."

"If I stop crying will you promise not to kill me?" She whimpered.

Eliot moved the pillow and sat up, making Kendra yelp and jump up, pulling her pillow in front for defense.

"I wasn't even thinking about killing you, or anyone, but the more and more you cry and whine, the more tempting it's becoming." He said, impatiently.

Kendra stared at him, quietly, for a moment. Then she started wailing again. "Please don't! Please! I'll do anything!"

He sighed. "I won't, just stop crying, for goodness sake."

She sniffled and stopped. "How old are you?"

He frowned at her. "How does that matter?"

"It just does."

"I'm 26."

"Oh, I'm 24. Don't you think you're a little young to be killing people?" She sniffled.

He sighed and shook his head. "You don't understand do you?"

"Understand what?"

"Never mind. Good night." He said, and laid down.

She bit her lip, then laid down and went to sleep.

Eliot's eyes sparkled, a cool smile spreading on his lips, making Kendra's heart leap.

She played with her hair, looking up at him through sinfully dark eyelashes.

He leaned towards her, making her face burn with a blush as red as the blood coursing through her.

Blood, that reminded Kendra of something, but she couldn't think of what. She smiled back and leaned forward as well.

Then she remembered, just as her eye caught the glint of silver.

She turned and saw a knife.

She screamed and the knife disappeared.

She must have fallen over because next thing she knew Eliot was bending over her and shaking her shoulders, calling her name.

Kendra sat bolt upright to see Eliot trying to shake her awake. She gasped and smacked him off.

"What you trying to kill me for?!" She cried, in her best sassy attitude.

Eliot sighed, "I'm not. You were having a nightmare."

"Yeah right." She scoffed. "You've been planning to kill me this whole time, haven't you?"

"Ugh." He groaned and sat back on his bed. "No." He opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped and closed it.

She frowned a bit. "What? What is it? What were you going to say?"

"I was going to ask you out to breakfast."

Kendra chuckled and took another bite of her eggs, soggy and burnt as they were, they were food and she was famished. So, she kept shoveling and paid no mind to the condition of the food.

"So what is a polemology?" She asked, with an amused smirk.

"The study of war." Eliot replied, taking a drink of coffee, that too had a quality pertaining to that of dirty feet, but they drank it anyways.

"And that's what you did for a living, studied war."

"Pretty much. You?"

She chuckled. "I'm a secretary at a psychologists office."

"Fancy." He smirked.

"Nope, it's the worst job in the world." She laughed lightly. "This is good, thanks." She smiled.

It was his turn to laugh. "No, it's not, but you're welcome."

"No, it's not." She agreed.

"You two done yet?" The prison guard interrupted, walking into the cafeteria, it wasn't a big room, but it worked.

"Yeah." Eliot said, standing up and taking his dishes to the sink.

Kendra smiled and got up from the table.

"Come on." The guard said, leading them back to their cell.

When they reached it, they both sat down on their beds. Kendra pulled her feet in under her and rested her head on her fist. She spotted a book title underneath his bed. "Is that a bible?" She asked, frowning a bit.

Eliot looked up, kicking off his shoes. "Yeah, it is."

"Hm." She laid back on her bed, wondering how much a murderer would have to change to keep a bible under his bed.

"I'm going to go take a shower." He said, nodding at the guard and starting to unbutton his jumpsuit.

"Okay." She said, thinking that maybe, just maybe, prison life wasn't so bad.

(A/N: Thank you all so much for the positive feedback, it means so much to me. Any kind of feedback is welcome, I'd love some suggestions or really any comments you have about the story, I implore you to say. Thank you again!)