The Sicilian Falcon: A Fictional Story

Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walk out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad.

The sounds of loud, heavy boots make their way toward the door of the cell. The troop grabs Winston and Julia and a voice over the income says “Room 101”. Fear was running

I sat there with Darry and Two-Bit and most of the rest of the guys. We all watched TV. We didn’t say anything for the most part, but we all knew what we were all thinking about: Johnny and Dally. There was a loud smashing sound from Soda and mine’s room. I was the only one to get up. The others were too zoned out on the TV and inside of their thoughts. I slowly walked over to the room with the door closed. “Soda?” I called. The others only turned after they heard me. This couldn’t happen to me again. Not again.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “John,” my father hollered up the stairs, “It’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds distressed.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.

“He got what he deserved.” I could hear them say. They didn’t know him like I did.

Dmitri shrugs his shoulders and says, “Ehh, American prisons aren’t so bad. You get three meals a day here. Seems like what you should do is take those meals, give them to the homeless, and make the prisoners starve. It’s what they deserve for being stupid enough to get caught.”

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“Don’t worry. The police will be here shortly.” The person said with a sadistic smirk.

He says, “I’ll be there tomorrow. One more thing, I would like to come out of being undercover after this mission.”

"Good afternoon Coach Adams, this boy tried robbing this liquor store, and sadly it is his last strike with the police and now he is being sent to juvy." the officer said.

After Rocco gives Fidelio his advice, Fidelio begs Rocco for his trust. He asks to be allowed to accompany Rocco into the prison’s dungeons. Although it has been forbidden by the governor, Rocco agrees to allow Fidelio to accompany him. Yet, Rocco tells Fidelio that there is one cell that he can not go into, as the inmate has been incarcerated. Fidelio asks Rocco why he cannot go to this cell as he has courage and strength.

John was ordered to guard the outside of the interrogation chamber, stopping the prisoner if he somehow escaped. Good luck with that, he thought, the prison security is top-notch, with only the most daring of criminals and the best security.

"Let´s go get Hector and Adolfo to see what 's up. I think I have an idea of what it is."

The new prisoner looked at him as if that was the first time someone had spoken to him. “I think it’s wor— worth a try,” the new prisoner said. The guards started to walk back, and the knife quickly disappeared into his prison uniform.

"Stand up." Jordon ordered and he noticed that the boy was likely his own age. A young delinquent. He was struggling to rise. It seemed as though his ankle was twisted. Releasing a barely audible breath, the knight brought an arm around the boy's shoulders. "Come on, " he whispered. Jordon expected a sarcastic response back but silence was the only thing that followed. Together, they reached the staircase. The two stared at the amount of steps they would have to endure. Jordon's face was spotted with sweat. The prisoner's chest was rising and falling quickly, his hold on the knight tight.