Me and Alcatraz

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Chapter 2 (v.1) - Learning to Love, Learning to Die

Submitted: May 08, 2008

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The James household was in a panic. Dana had been missing for almost two weeks, and there was no sign of her. Two of her friends had died in a car crash right after the party Dana had disappeared at, and the three families grieved together, although the only thing they all had in common was their daughters. Little did they know that their daughter was safe and sound, living in a warehouse with a criminal known all through the USA.

Meanwhile, Dana and Alcatraz were talking, wondering, and laughing, just like old friends. If they knew where I was now, she thought. Imagine the fit they would have. After all, she was only sixteen, she didn't have the right to go running off to parts unknown to live with some criminal mastermind. Or did she? Maybe she was kept on too tight of a leash. These are the things that must have been running through their minds at the time. They were probably searching for a suicide note right now. She was such a troubled child, they would say. Dana pondered this for a while, until Alcatraz realized he didn't have her attention anymore.

"Hello? Earth to Dana?" He waved his hand over her face. She blinked, and pushed his arm away.

"I'm listening." She lied. She didn't know whether what she was doing was right. To just leave her family and friends in the dust to live with Alcatraz. But she knew she couldn't go back now, not after what had happened. But she really did miss them. She knew that, with closure, her family would eventually forget about her, but she couldn't count on that until she was sure they knew what had happened to her.

"Dana? You're still not listening to me!" His voice shook her out of her thoughts. But instead of forgetting them, she voiced her idea.

"You want to what ?" Alcatraz stared incredulously at her. He shook his head. "No. Absolutely not. What if I get caught? What would happen then? I don't want to be arrested!"

"But they aren't going to lose hope until they know where I am! And what if they find us while we're here? What will happen then?" She started yelling once again. "Face it, when you brought me here, you made the possibility of getting yourself arrested very real!"

Alcatraz just stared at her, trying to figure out what to do. She was right; he really could be arrested if he didn't come up with a plan quickly. But what could he do? There really was nothing he could do, except...

"You kill yourself..." Alcatraz voiced his thoughts by accident, and Dana looked up at him in alarm.


"Not really, but put on a show. Make them think you're dead." He went on. Alcatraz described his plan in detail, while Dana wondered if she really wanted to stay with Alcatraz so much that she would go to these extremes. But now, it wasn't only her freedom at stake, but his, as well. Anyway, she had always wanted to try skydiving.

The phone rang at the James household. Wearily, Dana's older brother picked up the reciever. "Hello?"

"Dana James has just been spotted on the bridge over Fort Lake!" Trevor James dropped the reciever and ran to his car, not caring who saw, or who he had left on the phone. He drove as fast as he could, speeding to reach the bridge, and he seemed to make it in time. He saw Dana, but she didn't look over at him. Instead, she focused intently on what she was about to do.

"I promise I'll be down at the bottom. I won't let you drown. I promise." He had said. Alcatraz hadn't broken his promises to her yet, but there was a first for everything. She just hoped that it wouldn't be tonight.

"Dana!" She heard Trevor call her name. It made her heart hurt. She didn't want to do this to him, to all of them, but she couldn't turn back now, and she couldn't let Alcatraz be caught. She held her breath as she stepped over the railing of the bridge, and jumped.

She saw her life flash before her eyes, all the memories, the tears, the happiness, everything. She could also see her brother, in her mind's eye, on his knees, in the middle of the road, wondering what he could have done to stop her. She was being so cruel to all of them, doing this, but Alcatraz hadn't broken his promises to her, so she couldn't break hers. The water was approaching fast, and she closed her eyes, awaiting the impact. It came sooner than she expected, and she braced herself against the freezing water. She felt herself sinking, sinking, down the the bottom of the lake, and it seemed like forever before she felt herself being pulled upward, toward the surface. She felt as if her lungs would explode, and she felt herself slipping away, getting farther and farther from the world, and she blacked out.

When Alcatraz reached the edge of the lake, he realized what had happened. He knew Dana had swallowed a lot of water, and he wondered frantically what he should do. He had taken a CPR class back in 9th grade, before all this, but when something like this happens, you tend to forget all vital information. He knew what he had to do, since she wasn't responding to the pressure he placed above her chest cavity, but he searched his mind desperately for any other solution. He knew that if he didn't provide care for her soon, she would really die, and all of this would be a waste.

She wasn't breathing. He gave up trying to come up with a new solution and put his hand on her wrist, making sure she still had a pulse. He leaned down towards her, and his lips met hers.

As he breathed into her lungs, she regained conciousness. Her eyes widened as she felt his lips, breathing life into her body. He was leaned over her body on the ground, his hand in hers, and what should have been CPR ended up feeling like the real thing. Although she knew it was impossible, and although she didn't want to believe it, she knew what was happening.

Dana James was falling in love with Hunter Greenwood, the Alcatraz.

A few days after they returned to the warehouse, things were still awkward. Both Dana and Alcatraz tried desperately to believe that it was just CPR, but there was no mistaking what they had both felt. This wasn't a feeling that was right between a kidnapper and his victim. It wasn't right. But it was too soon to tell whether it was real or not; it might have been just the shock of the moment. Or that was what they were both struggling to tell themselves.

"We're almost out of food." Dana heard him mutter. She was alarmed. Where did he get his food? Where did it all come from? She heard him sigh. "Dana, how would you like to go on a shopping trip?"

"I could, but... I'd have to be disguised, wouldn't I?"

"Nah, everyone thinks you're dead. Just make sure that if you see anyone you know, you cover your face."

"But what about money?" She asked.

"Do you think a guy like me wouldn't pick up a few bucks along the way?" He replied, digging into the pocket of his coat. He pulled out a black wallet. "You need new clothes anyway, so we can kill two birds with one stone." When she looked up at him in shock, he laughed. "Just an expression."

When Dana reached the store, she felt, just for a moment, like a normal person. Then she remembered why she was there, and returned to reality. She was only there to pick up some clothes and food. Nothing more, nothing less. She looked around the shop to make sure the coast was clear, then made her way to the women's clothing. When she got there, her eyes widened. There, in the flesh, stood the mother of Ana, her best friend. This is bad, she thought. If she sees me, it'll all be over. She'd recognize me anywhere! Yet, she stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Cover your face, he said, but with what? She looked the other way. As if that's going to help. She prayed desperately for the woman to leave. Instead, she came over to the section Dana was hiding in, giving her a clear view of her face.

"Dana...?" She whispered.

"Excuse me, miss!" Dana heard a voice coming from the entrance of the women's aisle. Ana's mother looked up in that direction, giving Dana enough time to scramble away. She looked over her shoulder for a glimpse of her savior, and she couldn't believe her eyes. Alcatraz? What was he doing here?

When Dana had finished picking up her groceries, she headed for the exit. She wondered if Alcatraz was still here. It was close enough to walk, but why had he come? Was he really that worried about her? When she reached the front entrance, Alcatraz, to her surprise, was still standing there.

"Geez, took you long enough!" He complained. "Here, wear this." He took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. "Put the hood on. It'll shield your face."

"But don't you need this more than I do? What if people see you?" She asked in alarm.

"Relax, I'll stay hidden. I won't be caught. I promise." There he went with his promises again.

"But you're a wanted criminal!" She exclaimed a little too loudly. Some other people looked over in their direction, while Alcatraz tried desperately to hide his face.

"Shh! Not so loud!" He put his hand over her mouth under the hood. "Come on, we should get back to the warehouse."

A while later, Dana decided to confront Alcatraz about his earlier rescue. "You did divert Ana's mother's attention when I was buying my clothes, didn't you?"

"No way, I have no idea what you're talking about." He answered, not even looking over at her.



"Really really?"
"Really really."

"Why are you lying?" She demanded, moving in front of him and looking him right in the eyes.

Could she really tell so easily? "I'm not."

"Yes you are." By now, she was only inches from his face, her inquisitive but dignified eyes burning into him. "Why did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Alcatraz." He looked up at her, knowing she had won.

"I knew you would get yourself into some kind of trouble, that's all."

"You always make the nicest things sound so negative."

"Are you drunk?"

This upset Dana. She turned around and stalked away, not even caring to look back at him. She fell back onto her mattress and read a book, going back into her silent mode, and it almost made Alcatraz wish he hadn't been so harsh.

That night, when Dana had fallen asleep, Alcatraz went over to her mattress. He watched her slow, quiet breathing for a while before stepping back. He didn't know why it upset him so much when she did this. It was immature and infuriating, but it wouldn't upset anyone else like this. He was caught in a battle between his desires and his own dignity. Finally, he made his choice.

"Dana?" He shook her gently, not knowing how much it took to wake her. "Are you awake?"

"Hm?" Dana sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Alcatraz?"


"What do you want?" The coldness in her voice made him flinch.

"I'm sorry."

"You woke me up in the middle of the night... Wait, what?" She stared at him in amazement.

"I said I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it. What you said was really mean."

"Then what does cut it?" He stood up, pulling her with him. She stood, shocked, not saying a word. "I hate to see you like this, Dana. I brought you here for a reason, and it isn't helping me when you have these fits."

"Alcatraz..." She didn't know what to do. There was no way she couldn't forgive him, not when he was looking like this. He woke her up in the middle of the night, just to apologize. "Is it really that important...?"

"It is." He confirmed. "You've become something really important to me, recently, Dana. Not just a security blanket for when I get lonely anymore."

"Wha..." Her voice was cut off by his embrace, warm and sweet, and she felt her heartbeat quicken as he wrapped his arms around her and drew her near to his body.

"Dana, you mean a lot to me, and I don't know your feelings, but I'm here to listen to anything you have to say. After the lake..."

"I don't believe it..." She breathed. She felt her face redden. Was he confessing? "Alcatraz, I don't know how to say this, but..."

"I'm sorry. I'm your kidnapper, a criminal. I shouldn't be doing this." He said with his head down as he released her. He turned his back to her and walked the other way.

"No, it's not that!" She exclaimed as she grabbed his sweater sleeve. Alcatraz turned back around. "Alcatraz, I... I care about you too. I... It's so hard..."

Alcatraz took her by the arm. He was a criminal, she was his victim, but that didn't mean anything to them. They were here, now, and nothing could change that. They both forgot everything, every cruel word, every event that had torn them apart. Alcatraz drew her closer to him, looking down into her eyes. He leaned down closer to her, waiting for a sign, but she closed the distance between them, and her lips took fierce possession of his. He put his arm around her back, pulling her even closer, feeling every movement of her body against his, every breath, every heartbeat. They stood there for a few seconds, and when he let her go, Dana's face reddened as she realized how quickly her heart was beating. Alcatraz just smiled.

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