The Lucky Ones

Chapter Twelve: Pervert.

I waited in my cell with crossed arms. I tapped my foot on the floor impatiently. "Sans has been in there for a while..." I thought. But I knew that when he got out, we wouldn't be able to have the same cell.

I ignored the two perverts in the cell next to mine who were trying to get my attention. They were saying "Come on, girly. We won't hurt ya. We just wanna talk. A nice, little conversation, that's all."

Sighing, I heard three sets of footsteps coming towards the direction of my cell. I closed my eyes and listened to them. They got closer, and my cell's door opened. Was it a miracle? Did me and Sans get the same cell after all? I opened my eyes and looked at who was put in the same cell as me. A man with tattoos all up his arms stood there, looking around at the walls.

Damnit, not Sans.

The two perverts started clapping and woo-hooing. I guess they were all in this together. Great. They were applauding because the "leader" of the group got a cell with me. ME. The ONE person the two guys were trying to get.

He walked up to me and smiled. "Hey, pretty lady." He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I stood up and looked him in the face. He addressed the other two when he asked "We got ourselves a fighter, don't we boys?"

They applauded more. The man grabbed the chest of my shirt and slammed me against the wall. He OBVIOUSLY didn't know who he was dealing with. He spun me around, and threw me onto the floor. Putting himself over me, he pinned me to the floor. Honestly, I wasn't even using half of my hardest.

I sighed and said "You're REALLY gonna pull that card?" He smiled again. "You're DAMN RIGHT I'm playing that card. You're fine as hell, and just cause I'm in jail doesn't mean I'm gonna stop my bad habits."

"Your choice." I responded. The second I finished speaking, I swung my head backwards, headbutting him right on the forehead. He stood up, completely stunned. I stood up and faced him, and I could see the look of confusion on his face. He took the first swing. Unfortunately, for him, his attempt was a failure. I grabbed his fist right before it made contact with my face. I violently twisted it around, spinning him in a complete circle, and breaking his arm in the process.

My turn.

I raised my foot and round-house kicked him right on the side of his head. He stumbled to the side, and ran into the wall. I jumped up, twisted my body around, making three perfect 360's. Each time around, I kicked him in the side of the head. Landing on my feet, I twisted around on my right foot, and kicked the same side of his head with the outside of my left foot.

He fell on the floor, trying to back up. I put myself on top of him, and punched him multiple times. Now I was just fighting out of anger and irritation. My father taught me better, but now wasn't the time to bring up his lessons. I'd get better eventually, but not yet.

When I was finished, I stood up and walked over to the bench on the wall, sitting back down on it. Taking a quick glance at the guy, I saw the damage I did to him. I saw a black and bloody right eye, swelled upper lip, a half-torn earlobe, and the side of his face completely busted. My work there was done.

He was groaning in pain, and the two perverts were cheering me on. Resting my head back on the wall, I could hear another set of three footsteps. But I didn't know who it was, because I drifted off to sleep the moment my eyes closed.

I was dreaming of me and Sans lying on a cloud. We were holding hands, staring at a purplish-orange sky above us. But the dream soon ended, because someone woke me up.

I woke up in a different cell, a man lying next to me. I jerked myself wide-awake and stood up quickly. Holding up my fists, I said "What the hell do you think you're doing?! I thought you learned your-" I swallowed my words right when I saw that the man who was laying next to me was Sans. I didn't stop to think that the other guy was in a different cell.

Dropping my fists, I hugged him. He hugged me back and sat me down next to him on the bench. He brushed some hair out of my face. He said "You did some SERIOUS damage on that guy. What'd he do to make you do that?" I bit my lip, thinking if I should tell the truth or lie. If I told him the truth, he could get REALLY pissed off and go on a rampage, punching walls and trying to break the bars. Or, he could get sad, because he wasn't there to defend me.

I eventually spoke. I didn't want to lie to him. I just couldn't.

I said "That guy was a pervert, so weren't the other two in the cell next to mine. But he was the 'leader', some would say." Sans' eyes burst blood red. "Did he try anything funny?"

I nodded. "Yep, threw me against the wall and onto the floor. Grabbed my shirt and put himself over me, too."

He clenched his fists. "He did WHAT?! I swear to God, I'll BEAT HIS ASS!!!" His voice told me he was enraged at what the other man did.

I rubbed his back and repeatedly said "Shhh." to calm him down. It didn't work, for the first few minutes at least. But after a while, he started to calm. Kissing his cheek, I said "That was all he did. I'm not hurt, I'm fine. I promise." with a soft and calming voice.

I laid down, and pulled him down next to me. I rested his head on my chest and started to hum quietly, and played with his hair. He eventually fell asleep, snoring loudly, but soundly. "Good. He's asleep." I thought.

A couple of hours passed. He was still sound asleep. Probably would be until morning. It was now 3:56 in the morning. I haven't slept at all since I woke up in this cell. I looked at him while he slept. He was the most adorable thing to exist when he slept. And his snoring made me smile. Most wives absolutely HATED the way their husbands snore, but not me. I LOVED the way he snored. It showed that he was sleeping well.

Officer Rick walked up to our cell, unlocked it, and told me to follow him. So I stood up carefully, making sure I didn't wake Sans up. I walked out, and the officer closed and locked the cell door. I followed him to his destination, and I knew what was going to happen.

I cleared my throat and stood up straight, showing that I was confident and ready for my next interrogation.