Joseph and Nicholas
'The Doghouse'

Lights, swirling, at least they seemed like it.  Something else covered his vision even as he could barely  see much of anything.  Sounds were coming in too, sounds that had different pitches, tones, a lot of what seemed like screams.  Slowly Joseph Stein was able to start recalling what happened.  Flying through the air, only to be shot down like Icarus from a bullet.  Slurring deeply from the back of his throat Joseph couldn't think straight as he was suddenly turned into a different direction.  When he realized two guys were dragging him by his arms.  Only to suddenly get thrown violently to the floor.

“Here you go fatty, maybe you can eat him!”  Joseph could hear as he realized a sack was over his head.  Suddenly though a door quickly getting shut hit Joseph's still sensitive eardrums hard.  Wincing until he heard something incredible and almost too violent in of itself.  As suddenly a metal getting pounded viciously rang through the room.

“OH YOU THINK ITS A FUCKING JOKE DO YA?!  YOU WON'T BE LAUGHING WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE AND TEAR YOU TWO FUCKING WANKERS LIMB TO LIMB YOU BETTER HOPE I NEVER GET OUT OF HERE BECAUSE IF I DO YOU TWO ARE DEAD!”

Joseph weakly struggled to get up or even get what was a burlap sack off of his head.  Suddenly though he felt it get wanked off and hoisted up to his feet.  “You alright mate?  Hope they didn't hurt you too badly.”  The thick English accent was weirdly assuring for Joseph.  Who sighed and tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head.  “No I'm alright just...”  Joseph had turned to see who had helped him up and briefly stunned himself quiet from the frankly enormous young man who had his arm in his huge hands.  “Uh no I'm good.”  Joseph awkwardly finished himself before he was let go.  Finally able to get a view of his surroundings.  

“Yeah get a look around, I tell ya Hell couldn't be any worse than this shit hole.”  The large now roommate noted as he glanced around as well.  Two really cheap looking beds with a mattress and pillow, a beaten down looking metal toilet, and that was it.  Joseph groaned as he grew more scared, something catching his throat leaving him unable to say anything.

The two had an awkward first encounter to say the least.  Joseph spent too long worrying about his mom and siblings.  They were probably worried sick about him as much as he was about them.  Finally though the large cell mate offered a few at least decent words.  Nick was his name, he wasn't normally such a boiling pot of anger, but getting sold out by his parents the way he was did make Joseph understand at least some what.  He couldn't imagine such a thought in his own way.  

“So what happens now?”  Joseph cautiously asked as he sat at the side of his bed.

Nicholas shrugged, having been thrown into a pair of ratty looking sweatpants and shirt that barely fit him while Joseph was still in his shirt and pants. 

“We wait, and hope.”  Nicholas told him.