The little girl was starting to freak out her cellmate, the way she clutched her little doll and stared at him silently. It wasn't the silent look of fear, but rather the intent look of a predator, measuring and patient."Not long now, Angel-baby," she whispered softly to her babydoll, and the smile she gave Keith was hardly innocent, childlike though it was. She resumed rocking in place, never taking her eyes off Keith.....
Keith found it difficult to keep from staring back at her. He heard faint voices outside his cell, though he couldn't yet make out what they were saying. Once was the booming, frightening deep voice of the stranger with the single horm who'd callously ordered him tossed in here. The other was of someone who spoke in a simpering hiss. The few words Keith DID make out made no sense- someone named Tommy....mission successful...yodeling merchant...berserker in a frame....
Keith shook his head as they faded away again, not daring to protest his captivity again by pounding the door. He resumed watching the disturbing little girl, who made no reply as yet to his attempts at conversation.
((I'm assuming the voices are not the folks who are going to rescue them, because they're far away at the moment. *grin*))
