CELLBLOCK TANGO

Disclaimer: I do not know nor am I in any way affiliated with any of the celebrities mentioned in this fic. This is all a sheer fabrication of my mind and I gain no monetary profit through posting it.

Rating: R for violence and language

Author's warnings: If you are easily offended by violence, please do not read this story. It is meant to have the same sarcastic/humorous vibe as the real CellBlock Tango from the musical Chicago, so please don't take things seriously or literally. Of course, I would wish none of these harms on any of these people. Take it with a grain of salt!

Author's notes: This is going to be a series of short stories. They are not that in depth and were just written for a silly distraction/bit of fun. Hope I don't disappoint ya'll with this, but as I said, they were just some stories that I scrabbled down quickly and decided to feature my girls in. Love you all and a huge thank you for always supporting my writing endeavors! :hug: Also, each tale was inspired by a Madonna song, so I have to give a huge thank you to my Song Mother and Ultimate Goddess of Music!

The stories are going to get a bit more intense as we go along, so just prepare for the violence to increase. :devil:

*whispered apology* it starts off kinda slow *ends whisper*






Prologue

Every person has a tale to tell…sometimes maybe even two. The question is, will you be able to listen completely without passing judgment? Can you understand their crimes, will you accept their punishments?

The justice system is a funny old concept. The innocent are often punished while the true guilty parties run free. But, even if you commit the crime, can you truly be culpable if your victim deserved each lick they got? Pre-meditation…is it wrong or just clever?

Justify them if you dare, listen to their words though parts may make you cringe. They are real people, not flashy dancers performing a play. And yet, they chose to tango with their lives by hurting the ones that they loved. Now, they stay locked in the prison, behind the bars that manage to cage bodies but not their spirits.

But, did they really have a choice?

After all, there’s a certain satisfaction with a little bit of pain.

First Confession


Katie

I met him at a mutual friend’s wedding.

He was all smiles and charm, laughing it up and waltzing women about the dance floor…young and old, to good songs and bad. He was the hit of the reception, he made about a million cheesy photo-ops for the scrapbook of memories. I could never forget his smile, nor the way his eyes crinkled up when that huge, dear grin crossed his face.

Ewan was always the most handsome man I had ever seen. He possessed a liquid suaveness that coated the air and soothed away all problems and worries. In his arms, I could always forget the pain that awaited me the next day, the stress and irritations of mundane life.

He was my comfort, my calming medicine, sweet going down and exhilarating as it flowed through my body. Ewan offered me the world on a platter, experiences and happiness that freely flowed my way. He never treated me badly, but there was always something missing.

For all Ewan gave to me, he never reached out and placed his heart in my palm. My friends told me so, he was not the committing kind…Ewan would never chain his life to mine or take a risk and admit his true feelings to my ever waiting ears.

Do you know what it is like to put it all out there, every single emotion you are feeling, and then to get nothing in response? Words of love hang on the air thicker than any smog and cover eyes and actions with a dark cloud if they are not reciprocated. I used to wonder what was wrong with me; surely, it was I who had the problem.

To have and not to hold
So hot, yet so cold
My heart is in your hand
And yet you never stand
Close enough for me to have my way

I searched for a way to make myself better, change my appearance or personality to make Ewan love me. If I strived extra hard, if I made the effort surely he would notice and stop taking me for granted.

Sometimes, the harder you try, the worse you fail. Ewan never noticed my little metamorphosis into the perfect woman; in fact, all it lead to was him admitting that he would never love me. Ewan sat me down as though I was a petulant toddler, scolding me with a waggling finger as he patiently explained that commitment to one person was not in his agenda.

Words can be like knives and on that day they sliced through my heart with quick, deadly blows. I hoped for an engagement ring, all he gave me was bucket load after bucket load of grief. Ewan doused my fire; he crushed my dreams until they fell into gray ashes at my feet. Useless illusions that seemed childish and foolish to my devastated eyes.

They all told me he would…they warned me of his true nature. But, who was I to listen to friends when I had such a glory-filled picture of Ewan painted in my head? He was my self-appointed hero; the man could do no wrong. So what if he had a bad track record with women? I was the one who would fix him, change his careless ways! Fool I was to never see the truth until it was too late and my soul was lost.

A day arrived when everything became frozen in a stark clarity of truth. It was like glasses were placed on my face and my vision suddenly became corrected and crystal clear. I saw everything I had so brutally denied; I realized that the reason Ewan was such a charmer was that he had nothing else. His chest was empty and cold…sure, he could flirt, act the part of the clown, but when it came down to honest human emotions, the man might as well have been an hollow shell.

To love but not to keep
To laugh, not to weep
Your eyes, they go right through
And yet you never do
Anything to make me want to stay

I began to wonder…if he was so empty, could he feel pain?

If you think about something long enough, it can grow into an obsession. I wanted him for my own, to have and to hold, to be my forever love. But, when it comes to life, you don’t always get your heart’s desires. Hot and cold, it ran between us because I was never strong enough to push him away for good. And, the times that I had the power, he would beckon me back with empty promises, misleading me into thinking there was still a chance to have my fairytale life. There was always a little hope inside of me that someday he would change…there had to be a time when I would get through.

Wasted years, when you let them slip through your fingertips you can never gain them back. My youth, fritted away on someone who wasn’t worth my beauty and grace. And, something inside of me changed, twisted away from love and into a bitter, scary hatred. It is the easiest thing in the world to resent someone, to feel your blood boil when they walk into the room.

What is harder is to make them believe that you still care…to lull them into a false sense of security and familiarity until you are ready to pounce. In my opinion, revenge is all the sweeter when it hits the person unaware.

If someone trusts you, they will give up information easily without thinking twice about it. For example, it didn’t take much prodding to find out what bank Ewan made his store’s nightly deposits at…nor did it take a genius to figure out what time he left with the money underneath his coat. And, maybe it was quite a valuable thing to know that on Saturday nights, Ewan closes up all by himself. I waited around on him enough to know this like the back of my hand…

I’m tired of waiting on this man.

The mask pulled firmly over my features, the hat crammed down low on my head, I take a step forward from the shield of darkness. The night is cold and windy, the gun in my hands on fire despite the frigid temperature. The metal burns against my skin as I feel power shimmering beneath my skin.

To look but not to see
To kiss but never be
The object of your desire
I'm walking on a wire
And there's no one at all
To break my fall

Maybe I can’t have him, but I can have a good chunk of his money.

Ewan jumps, startled by the sudden presence of my body darting out from the blackness of the evening. His bright eyes widen as his mouth falls open in disbelief. I love the way he focuses on the gun, the way his gaze molds around it like it was the most mesmerizing thing he had ever seen. He has never looked at me with such intensity.

Perhaps, it is time to make him squirm like he made me all these years. Let Ewan be the little fish wriggling on the hook, begging for release but not being allowed to escape. Every time I tried to leave, he crooked his finger and beckoned me back, though he knew he would never offer me what I wanted the most.

Men are selfish, they don’t think about the needs of others. I wonder who he is thinking about now…

The gun pokes hard into his shirt, his chest as I push the flesh in with the tip. I could shatter his heart in this instant, I could make it fall to pieces just as he did mine. Blood rushes to my head as I grown drunk on my own potential power.

It is a mystery to me how I could have never tasted something as sweet as this moment of supreme and utter control…he is mine now. I finally have him because there is no where else for him to run. Ewan can’t escape me, he can only stand there, cowering and crying just as I have sobbed for so many years over my wasted time and energies.

You're to have, not to hold
You're to have, not to hold
You're to have, not to hold
To break my fall

Let him taste the bitterness of disappointment and the fear of dying alone.

Time stands still as I think, as I try and determine what to do, my fingers reaching forth and pulling the packet of money from beneath his dark coat. It would only take a second to snuff out his eyes. I could make all the pain go away.

“Katie?”

What I didn’t count on was Ewan recognizing the smell of my perfume…

Katie Sheridan
Inmate Number 23678
Armed Robbery

Song Credit: Madonna~To Have And Not to Hold

It was so good!!

So awesome, it dragged me into the story, put me in her shoes and make me hate him so badly to make me think that he'd be dead...

I'm really waiting a lot for thisstory, I adore your stories so much, even more if I start in the same rythm than you (sometimes you go so fast that I never catch you)

I'll be here my ol' sister, reading, because this is, as always, awesome..!!

BUT WHY DIDN'T SHE KILL HIMMM???

I can't believe you. You... you... aggh!

You put us through that teeth-clenching, agonizing story and she didn't kill him? Ah, but this name-magic brought itself through, did it not? Man, oh man. Suspensssse!

This is genius! The Cellblock Tango (awesome song), added with Madge (again, awesome. Duh!) and the fact that you're writing it? Nobel it already!

More soon, bella. This is going to be awesome... especially seeing what fruit your devious little mind will bring forth. And the fact that the violence will get worse? OMGILOVEYOU!!! Ahaha. I love violent movies, its a quirk of mine. :blush:

Adios!

:heartbeat:
Samma

Wow, I have been curious about this, lol seeing as everybody seems to have a banner ;), and this is brilliant! I think episodes of shortstories of one theme are usually a brilliant idea and I can't wait to read more of them.

Gosh I was so sure she would have killed him after he recognized her name, out of surprise or panic or whatever - but then it said armed robbery. It was so good, you could totally follow her emotions from love and hope to that hatred that inspired her to rob him, all connected in this obsessive kind of love.

Brilliant, really, I can't wait to read more of this! And to see what darker secrts you'll reveal :)

love,
Laila

OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!

First off, I LOVE the song 'Cell Block Tango', and the idea of it...these powerful women, and the metaphor that once they assert their power they're automatically thrown behind bars. And you've got such a flair for these genre-stories, I'm so glad you decided to write this!!!

The prologue was awesome, I love the style you've adopted for this. And Katie...mwahahaha!!! Love her! But let's face it, I'm gonna love ALL these characters!!!!

:love:

I have been looking forward to this ever since you told me about it. (granted that was not so long ago :blush: but I loved the idea form the beginning!)

The way you portray the power struggle and the emotional balance in this relationship is very good. Katie lets herself be ruled and emotionally surpressed by Ewan. It gives him the power to rule over her and never take her seriously. He can play her like a marionet. It is only when she decides to take matters in her own hands that the power balance is shifting.

You show that very well; letting her feel that she is pulling the strings this time. It also displays how addictive power is and how easy it is to rule people and make them jump through hoops.

I also love the fact that she is standing up for herself and ultimately choses not to shoot him. It would have been understandable if she had but I think she knows that the pain would not really have gone away.

Great writing Amber and I am looking forward to reading more!!
:hug:

*Jumps about*

oh, it's up, I sooo hoped it was! Man, I'm speechless. And you're saying these are 'small stories not to be taken too seriously'? Honestly, sis, are you mad' What I read so far was perfcet.

I am stunned by your ability to switch from humor and romanticism to this cynic, smooth and lucid kind of narration. I know for sure I could never do that, and that is why i am so in awe!

I liked the prologue, I could almost picture ole Richard Gere walking by the bars of cells in the darkness, narrating it out loud. And I enjoyed deeply katie's chapter because Ewan was in, and I love him, and because some parts seemed to jump out the story and talk straight to my heart... maybe I am seeing a bit too much in this, but seriously, this:

reminded me very much of real life, not just mine, and it just slapped me 'cross the face.

Now I am wondering, if this is getting worse and worse... gosh, what are the other girls going to tell us? :unsure:

Fabulous!!

Okay I've been reading this for the past few minutes over and over again and I'm still in complete shock. I got so excited when I saw it up, but nervous when I saw that I was up first.

First off, I literally smiled when I saw Ewan's name in there lol. He yummy lol. But I don't think I like him anymore lol. I always manage to find guys like that or the perverts which I hate. I'm too damn nice so I trust people somewhat too easily and I get hurt. Eh.

Next, I can't even begin to explain how much this affected me. Am, seriously I felt like I was actually there as Katie because I can relate to all of that...well except for the gun thing. This was amazing, Dana pretty much said what I had to say.

But I wonder why she didn't kill him...hmmmm....

Last, I love this so far Am, I can't wait to see more :)

Katie

woah, first of all HATS OFF to you for picking up this theme/song. I haven't seen the musical, but I own the movie on DVD, and it looks as though it's as good as the same. I loved this movie so much because even though the things thos women did were "wrong", I felt sympathy for them. as Velma Kelly said, "It was a murder, but not a crime." So when I saw this story, I just had to read. and wow, I'm stunned!

very, very true. it makes me angry everytime, wanting to be a judge, a police officer or whoever could change it, but I know I would fail, just like countless others. there is no humanity in justice, only facts.

NO! sometimes there is wrong, and there is "wrong" written in inverted commas.

My instant thought on this sentence was "uh oh...". my mother once said medicine has to taste bitter to help, and unfortunately is true. so when I read this, I knew something was gonna go terribly wrong.

women can be stupid sometimes *sighs dramatically*

too bad it won't bring her satisfaction and peace *sobs*

Holy shit. oh no. *covers eyes*

Anyway, I'm looking forward to more. ROCK ON!

*runs in and skids to a stop* I'm here! Sorry it took me this long, but even now I have a six-year-old pretending to write on my back whilst I read, hehehe...

Man, I cannot tell you how excited I was when you told me you were going to write this fic! I love the Cell Block Tango from Chicago (the movie anyway lol), and Madonna, well- how could one not love her? I mean really ;) *laughs* You've got me just dying to call up my weird uncle simply to wheedle his Madonna cds out of him haha...

People have already quoted a ton, and I'm short on time, so I'll just type up a bit of my thoughts. Sorry- the kid's poking me with a flag now, haha...

Prologue; was great, of course. You're so silly to even think that people wouldn't love your work ^_^ You're incredibly talented hun; my hero! :laugh:

Katie's story was interesting- though I must admit that I was surprised that she didn't shoot the bugger, given how irrate she was at him... Hehe, Ewan reminds me of Alfie (probably because I watched it last night, ha), which makes me wonder how his side of the story goes. Still, no guy ever has a right to treat women like that! <_< The scumbag...

Loved this imagery by the way:

I mean... wow... :cry: Poor Katie! *sniff*

I must say, this fic makes me glad that I hardly ever wear perfume (and if I do I switch kinds all the time, haha) *laughs*...

Fantabulous begining darling ^_^ I simply cannot wait for more, haha. Ttfn!

Brilliant Amber as usual. I love Chicago and Cell Block Tango is one of my favs. I liked it alot and it is very interesting. I love how you write your characters and their stories, it is great. Anytime you need a character to fill, you can ask me. (if you wish to anyway). Ok, it was great and I can not wait to read more. You've got me hooked.
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

:cry:

I guess this is going to be redundant because I always freaking say it...but, I was so nervous to post this! Like I said at the beginning, they are basically stories that I scrabbled down in a super quick fashion and really aren't that deep or detailed so I was very afraid to disappoint people and stuff. But, I just had to write some wicked stories down. It was just too fun! :devil:

Anyhow, I'm rambling, but I just wanted to pop in and say how much it means to me to have you ladies reading. I could never say in a million years what all of your support means to me and I love you all from the bottom of my heart! You are always so kind and there for me with all the different types of stories I have written and it makes me so proud to call you my friends. I could blubber right now over this support I have gotten. *group hug*

Yay! This was so what I was hoping to hear. I totally wanted the reader to be able to identify and get pissed just like Katie was. Thanks for reading, lil sis! I must admit, I can't wait to post yours....boehaha! :devil:

hahahaha! Oh, Sam, how this made me laugh aloud in glee! Well, I had considered it, but decided that the story wouldn't be that entertaining if they all committed murder. So, we shall have a specturm of crimes, but don't worry....murder shall be included, eventually. :bat I'm happy you're reading, babe!

*blushes* It means a lot to me to have you reading this, it truly does! I'm really glad you liked the beginning and I hope the blacker stories that are to follow shall entertain you as well! Thank you so much for commenting!

Thank you, my lady! The style is something I was a bit anxious about so it does my neurotic heart good to hear that it comes across okay. I was just toying with your story a bit today...you got the best song. I have it on repeat right now in my car, everywhere I go. boehahaha!

SQUEE! You're analyzing something I wrote! Oh my! You have no idea how happy I am that I wrote something serious enough for you to analyze! eeeee! I swear, I always love to read your ideas and the way you think about things, but of course, when in Rome is so silly and lighthearted there is never an oppurtunity for a lot of analyzation. So, anyhow, it means so much to me to read this! *bounces excitedly like a child* thank you from the bottom of my heart! :hug:

*blushes and clings* Ah, it means a lot to hear that. Though, each time I switch styles I go through crazed 'this is crap' mode and freak out and panic and get all neurotic and...well...let's just say it takes me at least a month to get used to it. haha! OCD running strong in my brain!

It's funny that sometimes I'll write stuff like that without realizing how much it can apply to myself and then you'll quote it and I'll say, huh, that is me and scratch my head over my own unconsciousness. Thanks for being my guide! *hugs* And, you know how much it means to me to have your support and how much I rely on your opinion. If it wasn't for you...who knows where my writing would be today. Oh, and thanks for making the banners! I don't think I told you enough how much I love 'em!

Aww! that really makes me happy to hear, Katie! I was hoping you would enjoy it and all the twists. I'm really pumped that you liked it, specially since you were up first. :hug:

Eep! I was really excited to see that you had read it! Thank you so much for peeking in on this story, it really means a lot to me. I am hoping you'll be able to feel that sympathy for all the girls in this story just as you did for the Chicago ladies. I have always had a thing for Cellblock Tango and when I thought about writing up some crime stories I realized the attitude of that song would fit perfectly for the stories. Thanks again for your support!

teehee! Well, some of you might not be merry murderesses but you'll still commit crimes all the same. I wanted a wee bit of a broader spectrum than in Cellblock tango. Thanks for reading, too...because you know you are my champ! Also, the thing about the kid writing on your back made me laugh so loudly!

Thank you, dear! That was very sweet of you to say. My characters always seem like my babies and I am always a proud parent to hear them complimented. Thanks for your support!




Alright, I think that covers all the bases.... ^_^ I might post more tomorrow...if I can revamp a chapter a bit. Thanks everyone!!!!!!!

:love:

:D *laughs* I do what I can (oh the things that children do, hehe)

:tehee: I love how amusing you all think I am! ^_^ But, yes, agreed. This will give you a bit of a broader spectrum, and we all know narrowness is BORING!!! Mwahaha! Oh man, I need to call you this weekend to talk all about the amazingness that was last week. :heartbeat: I've never felt as alive as I did there, to say the least.

Anywhoo, I shall stalk this page until you post tomorrow! :devil: I can't wait to see who's up next. Till then, my devious little sis. ;)

:heartbeat:
Samma

:yes: It's no problem, I really did enjoy it, I must admit, I was nervous and surprised at the same time that I was up first, my face was oh yeah Am updated...Katie...what?? :unsure:

Can't wait to see more :)

Katie

Ahhh, I'm here to gush and swoon just like the rest of the ladies did.

Now, let me tell you my surprise when I saw the PM with a banner. I was like "Wha? A collection of little shorties set to Madge songs from Am?! Brilliance!" And let me tell you, the prolouge and the first installment is no disappointment.

I have always been a fan of your characterization. You have this uncanny ability in a short amount of time to make me fall in love with your character, to sympathize with them, to hate them...to essentially feel just about every emotion known to man. Your characters are just so real and well, it is your gift. This is no different. From the first words I read, I was sucked in by Katie's story and was riding the rollercoaster of emotions with her.

Girl, your writing has grown so much over time. It is like poetry now. Absolutely beautiful and flowing. The descriptions are to die for. I close my eyes and I can picture everything so clearly and feel every emotion as if it is me in the story and not some make believe character.

I won't quote anything, because it would just be redundant. But let me just express my sheer shock by the ending. I loved that Ewan recognized Katie by her perfume!

Oh man, I am so excited to see what other crimes of passion/anger/empowerment these ladies find themselves in. :yay:

*founds first official Ambrosia-fanclub*
Though if it's the first I dunno, with your talent I guess there must be loads!
Damn, girl, you really know how to build tension! The song was superb, it fitted right in!

I love your writing :bow:


Much love, Moon

can I be vice president? *puppy dog eyes*

You mean there wasn't already a fanclub? I mean, Celly and I have been plotting to make "Amber is my hero!" shirts for a while now...

Ah hahahaha... :laugh:

LOL!! You all crack me up, but seriously I wanna be in it too...I wanna be the secretary or treasurer of all the money we have for memorabilia ahahahahaha!!

Katie

Okay so I'm founder and president
Miss Cicero is vice president
Jewelz can invent a logo for us Amber-lovers :P
And LijSunshine06 is secretary ;)


As soon as we have a decent amount of members (which I'm guessing is by tomorrow or the day after) we'll set up elections ;)


Love, Moon :hug:

Oh jeez I'm honored lol...yay!!

Katie

Can I be treasurer?

Can I be Spirit Leader?! :lol: I like to cheer people on and make people cheer onthers on. I don't know we had that in my high school.
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

...Am I the only one thinking back to the posted segment of an Elwood interview where he was talking about how even fanfic writers have fans? :laugh: Oh dear...

But Amber is still my hero *laughs*

All right: Sammi I appoint you to be treasurer and Kit-Kat can be spirit leader!

And Jules... Yeah I remember that (I think I posted it) and we're horrible! So you get to be the first 'normal' member of the Am-fanclub! :P We should have someone make banners or something lol

Oh, by the way... Am, we miss you and we luvvvv you! ;)

Oh dear- Me? Normal?... What is this world coming to?

:laugh:

Oh, I can't help but wonder what poor, dear Amber thinks of all this nonsense, ha!

She is either running away from the computer scared out of her mind or found this amusing and is laughing at our antics. I hope it's the latter.

We're weird...but in a good way hehehehe :wacko:

Katie

Awwwwwwwww!!!
You are making me blush and grin like an idiot.

You are more than welcome and I am so glad you like it! This story certainly deserves it to be analysed *beams*. It shows much potential and I am certainly looking forward to reading more!
:hug:

:lmao: Ya'll are the best thing since peanut butter and jelly made together in the same jar. How much do I love these antics and how much have I giggled over this fan club! :hug: I am quite honored that it even came up. Thank you so much, my darlings!

Sorry I didn't post when I said I would...has been an eventful weekend with Pirates of the Carribbean, a Lifehouse concert, and of course, Italy winning the World Cup. I have never loved Cannavaro more.

And so....we go to another lovely lady...Jewelz, spotlight's on you!


Julianna

I met him at the beach.

It was like one of those slow motion scenes in a movie…you know what I’m talking about. The guy immerges from the water, chest glistening with droplets from the ocean and dripping curls hanging down to his shoulders. I remember the way I fell back beneath my umbrella, licking my lips and sighing softly beneath my breath. He was gorgeous, eye candy in the best possible way.

Surprise doesn’t even cover my emotions when he started talking to me. I couldn’t believe he would show an interest in the shy little girl cowering beneath her shade, wearing a t-shirt to cover up an already extremely modest bikini. I was never the outgoing type, which I suppose is why I found Aaron so attractive…he was everything I wasn’t.

Flirting eyes and teasing lips, I hung on every word he said that day. He ignored the other girls, made me feel special and like a queen. I could hardly believe my luck! How was it that I had managed to win his attention while others around were practically clamoring for it? Aaron made me so happy in that moment, I honestly thought it was the beginning of something beautiful.

And, I was right.

Dancing till the wee hours of the morning, chasing the sun up at dawn, Aaron showed me a side of life I had never embraced before. I was different when I was with him…he managed to suffocate the perpetual meekness in me and bring my inner child forward. We always had so much fun; I never knew how great taking risks could possibly be!

It scared my family, to see me acting that reckless and wild. They warned me to be careful with Aaron…we were too young and new, I could not completely trust him when he was still such a stranger to me.

But, I had lived my whole life by rules and in an overly cautious manner. It was time for me to run with the wind, hang the consequences and forget the doubts. When Aaron was transferred to another town by his job, I quit my own and followed him without a second thought. Those around me were so confused, worried, and upset by my foolish behavior.

Aaron and I were happy, though, and that should have been all that mattered.

I guess I found out about his little secret when we moved in together. He would always get calls in the middle of the night…there were constantly strange people hanging about the house and coming in to have meetings with my boyfriend. At first, Aaron played it off that they were just business partners.

He's a pretender, he knows just what to say
He's a pretender, yeah you meet him every day
He's a pretender, that fish that got away
He's a pretender, why'd I fall in love

Damn, he did a lot of business.

Tiptoeing on the edge can be fun for a little while, but eventually a person needs something substantial to fall back on. Aaron started acting shifty, the calls and visits from strangers became more frequent. He would go out at nights and come back with a crazed sheen in his eyes, bruises covering his fists and face. It would take a fool not to realize he was up to something…Aaron was participating in some vile and dirty deeds.

I didn’t understand it, none of the things made a lick of sense to me until the pathetic, scrap of a child came knocking on our door. The little boy had finger marks around his neck and a sling over his arm. His blue eyes were hollow and defeated as he stretched his pale palm out to me, holding a hundred dollar bill.

A whispered apology about his father’s payment being late, a scared promise that it would never happen again. It took me a lot of coaxing and many calming phrases to get the child to open up and spill the truth. I can still remember the way he cried, the honest fear that sparkled in his sadly wise eyes.

I'm not afraid to fall a hundred times
And I'll believe in all your silly lies
I'd like to think that I could change your mind
Don't say that I am blind, I know all about your kind

Aaron wasn’t the man I thought he was…there was no love or compassion in him. The kindness I thought lingered in his heart was false, he actually fed off risks and pain. All the love was an act; he had been pretending to be human the whole time!

He beat that child…hit and tortured him for the sheer fact that a drunken gambler of a father owed him money. I cried myself sick that night, pondering where Aaron was…who he was hurting. I stared blindly at all the things we had, realizing the only reason I was able to own them was through other’s misery.

How could he touch and kiss me so gently when he was capable of such deceit? Could there really be two such different sides to a man?

For a few short hours, I fell into a scary and deep denial. I became convinced that it had all been a mistake…the child was telling tales, he was confused. There was no way Aaron could have deceived me so wickedly. I was his everything, he loved me with his whole soul. How could that not be a real promise that he had given me?

He's a pretender, yeah you meet him every day
He's a pretender, that fish that got away
He's a pretender, why'd I fall in love

But, that night when Aaron came home, I saw the bloodstains on his collar. They almost made me laugh. Most women check for lipstick marks on their man, I was scrutinizing him for the proof that he lived through other’s torture. Disgust doesn’t even begin to cover the way I felt, bile rose in my throat and I nearly lost control in front of him.

And yet…what would crazed accusations do to a man like him? If my love couldn’t make a dent in his violent side, why would any scolding words from my lips have an effect?

So, I decided to follow a different path.

Staring about the home with a grin, I throw the last glass against the ground, enjoying the way it smashes. Splinters of wood reside everywhere as utter and complete destruction lie in my wake. I tore this house apart from top to bottom…anything to bring this twisted place of business down. At least with no place of operation, maybe Aaron will stop dishing out pain for a while.

And, enjoy a bit of his own.

When I hear the front door squeak open, I place a palm over my lips to hide a grin…I can’t wait to see how he likes a taste of his own medicine. In this moment, he can just be forced to enjoy this fresh hell that was once our happy home.

Crouching behind a turned over chair, I hear Aaron curse, listen to the profanity that spills from his lips at the sight of our vandalized house. At this point, he thinks it was just a random crime, but he needs to know the truth. This pathetic excuse for a man needs to know that it was my hands that destroyed all his possessions.

Just like he smashed my heart and obliterated my trust.

As I see Aaron whip about a corner I pop up from my hiding spot, swinging the baseball bat with all of my strength and taking out his right kneecap. The shock and pain that etches out across his face is beautiful to witness. As he hollers and falls to the ground, I slam the bat again over his stomach then skip around his body and hammer a few blows into his back.

“Did it feel this sweet when you beat that little boy?” I call out cheerfully, leering over Aaron as he yells and writhes in agony on the floor, “Do you always enjoy it when you tear the innocent down?”

Flinging the bat aside, I drop to my knees, straddling Aaron’s broken body. Pulling my fist backwards, I slam it home into his nose, intently watching the blood that sputters out and flies across my shirt and face. Now there will be stains on my collar to match his own…how quaint.

As I watch as one mesmerized, Aaron begins to shake and cough up blood, wriggling about on the floor like a brown worm just pulled from the dark earth. Adrenaline runs through my veins as I lick my lips and swallow hard. He faked it all, pretended to be everything he wasn’t and now he has paid for his sins. I took him on lick for lick and he can suffer just as all his victims of the past have.

“You should have never played hardball with me,” I whisper with a smirk, as I push myself up and grab the bat, swinging and twisting it expertly in my hands. Aaron lets out a mewl of horror and pain as I waltz away cheerfully, feeling in my heart that the world is balanced once more. He has paid for his crimes and I gave justice to those victims who never had a chance to be saved.

The house is battered beyond recognition, much as Aaron himself is at this point. And yet, this scene of bitterness fits his black heart all the better than it used to. I wonder if he was surprised that meek and modest little old me had the strength to do it, possessed the power to wreck his whole world. Where did I find the courage to take him down, will he wonder what happened to make me become the person I am in this moment?

But, Aaron is the one who taught me how to be ruthless….lesson well learned.

Julianna Larson
Inmate Number 13540
Vandalism and Battery

Song Credit: Pretender~Madonna

*whistles* Day-am, girl. You know how to dish this out, don't you? Really, your creativity astounds with each new chapter, but then I ask why it astounds me. I should be used to it by now...

I love how kick ass Jewelz is in this!!! You go, girl! Too bad you have to spoil such a pretty face, huh? Oh well. It is a price that must be paid. I'm sure that little boy's face was adorable until he came around.

I have to say, her reaction was well-thought-out for someone in distress like that. And very cunning. But that's our Jewelz, eh?

But... how badly was he hurt, I wonder. She probably destroyed that kneecap. ([size=1]One of my friends almost shattered another friend's kneecap with a sledgehammer in NO. There was a pool table that needed to be "taken apart" and he missed ... and followed through. It was scaryyy.[size])

She's probably in for x years for x amount of damage, hmm? Suckss...

You cannot think we believe this is the first fanclub. Please. Especially concerning Mena... ;)

:heartbeat:
Samma

well, I still think Germany should have played Italy in the finale. but NO; they had to kick us out *pouts*

whoah! :yum: I could actually SEE that. fantastic description, dear. now excuse me while I drool. :18-combo:

and wow, I totally didn't expect this. I thought she'd steal his money, but then, we had this already, so I was like, "hm, I wonder what she's gonna do." ouch, that girl kicked some serious ass. Very deserved, though. *nods convincingly*

can't wait for the next one!

Youch, wow Amber! This was so great! That little boy thing killed me though, Aaron beating him up for something he couldn't help. Alcoholic dad...

Wow, it's just... GAH I'm speechless...


Love, Moon :hug:

Geez, Louise, you're so brilliant!! I could never write a story like this,honestly,I couldn't go past homicide and robbery.

But you manage to find the perfectcrime for every girl... through such deeds thye counterbalance the pain they feel and take revenge in the most fitting way, and also,you just drag us so deep inside their heads that, half the story, comes the delicious moment when I think I'll never manage to crawl out.

More?

YAY!!!! Am updated again :)

You are amazing with these stories so far sweetie, absolutely amazing. I loved how strong Jewelz was, so you go girl!!

But Aaron beating up that little boy, I agree was terrible. It did made me frown big time.

I can't wait to see more Am and I saw Pirates too, I don't know if I can wait another year to see the 3rd one lol.

Katie

Aw man- talk about the kiss of death for any hope of her staying. I/Jules (*laughs*) have/has never taken well to the "good-natured" advise of people who are trying to tell me what to do.

-Bugger! The movie's over, so I'll have to continue this later, sorry.

Really did love it though! Ttfn! *runs off*

Haha! F***in attitude, I love it!!!! That bastard DEFINTIELY had it coming!!!!

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Weeeeeeee......another chappie!!!

And what for a chappie......very very interesting indeed
Especially the change in Julianna...or even more accurately put the change in roles in this relationship.

She starts out as a innocent and naief girl, happy and in love with the man of her dreams. But from the beginning a change is visable in her. She becomes wilder, irresponsible and dependant on this man she loves. There are few clues about how he is and what he thinks but you could say there is a small change in him to. He is no longer single and he seems to be remaining at least true to her. Soimething I highly doubt he did before. He sounds like a man who would have had many women. Yet now he lives together with Julianna and they have a house together.

Especially interesting I found this quote:

You could argue that only now the stains are becoming visable to her. She has been stained by him from the beginning it is only now when she takes the last step and does the same thing as he did she becomes the same as him. With bloody stains to. Drawn blood that never can be erased again and taints her forever...as a sign of something she did and became (even if it was for one moment) And the moment she took over his role, he was forced into the role of submission..of a victim. The role she had till this moment.
The roles have switched and yet she is the only one who has to pay for what she did. She is in prison and this shows that a women who takes control and becomes violent always will be forced back into submission. Men are granted power, women are punished for it!

Interesting concept indeed and very well written!

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Wow, that was great Amber! :cheer: I am already starting my authorities as the spirit leader. I loved her attitude and how she reacted too. I would kick my boyfriends a** if he hurt a little boy. <_< Ok, update soon!
:love:
~Kit-Kat~