|Other Side: Percy Wetmore
Author: Absentminded.Dreamer PM
The last thing they thought would happen to Percy Wetmore would be that he would "wake up". But, after a violent episode, he has his head back, but he has no idea what happened. Soon, he's on the mile for a crime he doesn't remember committing.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Angst - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,920 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 03-13-12 - Published: 11-04-11 - id: 7523538
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A/N: I suck at updating, I really do. *Sigh* Anyway, here is the next chapter. Thanks for the feedback I've gathered recently.
Summary: The last thing they thought would happen to Percy Wetmore would be that he would "wake up". But, after a violent episode, he has his head back, but he has no idea what happened after John Coffey grabbed him. Now, the state is wanting to hold him responsible for the death of William Wharton, a crime Percy doesn't remember doing. He soon finds himself not only back on E Block, but on the other side of the bars.
Boys correctional was one of the more easier going blocks, aside from E block on good days. The air seemed generally lighter, yet there was still that sense of danger that hung from every block in the prison. Marianne entered the block at around noon the next day, the block wasn't very full, just a few teens asleep on the beds or doing something in their cells. Under her arm Percy's file was tucked as she walked down towards the front desk where a blond haired guard was standing, a bigger man that Mari remembered from seeing him around the prison before.
Brutus, or Brutal, as he was killed, looked up from something he was studying on the desk. He looked momentarily surprised, but smiled a little at her.
"Marianne," he greeted, "what brings you down to Boy's Correctional?"
"Got a new prisoner," Marianne said, letting out a sigh through her nose, "I was wonderin' if I could have a talk with you and Paul."
"About what?" Brutal asked, Marianne approaching him and held out the file towards him. Brutal eyed her, a little confused, but looked down at the file. He froze slightly, flipping it open for a few moments to read what was there.
"Shit," he cursed quietly, looking up at Marianne, "he's on the block already?"
"Just arrived yesterday," Marianne confirmed, placing her hands on her hips. "He wasn't to pleased, I can tell you that. He seems to have a bit of a memory relapse, or somethin'. But, Oliver told me that he used to be a guard from when you and Paul used to work on E block. I was wondering what you could tell be about him."
Brutal seemed to stare at her for a few moments before he nodded, gesturing to the chair by the desk. "Percy wasn't treated very well on the Mile. He deserved the treatment he got, seeing as he was stuck up, and had a huge ego too. He was dangerous, reckless, and stupid. Someone had to put a foot down and to keep him on a short leash, seeing as we saw the prisoners on E block as unstable. The violence from Percy could be just enough to make them snap. As I'm sure you're aware."
"Right," Marianne agreed, taking a seat in a chair. "From what I can tell, he's not going to be the most agreeable prisoner we've had."
"You said that he don't remember much?" Brutal asked, Marianne nodding.
"He doesn't remember what he did to get into Briar Ridge, or William Wharton," Marianne said, "as far as he knows, he still thinks that he works here."
"Really?" Brutal asked, shaking his head. Marianne frowned at him, wondering about that herself.
"Yeah," she said after a few moments pause, "from what Daniel gathered from the nurses at Briar Ridge is that Percy was dead on his feet for months, then he just...snapped. Attacked a nurse, a few orderlies, and then passed out for a day. Woke up and he didn't remember anything. Do you remember what caused him to attack Wharton?"
Brutal sighed, "he just snapped, pressure of the job or something."
Marianne shook her head, "I don't believe that," she stated, noticing that Brutal seemed the tense slightly at this, "I know that the job isn't a walk in the park, but I don't think it could make a person kill someone at close range. Especially a prisoner who was going to be sentenced to die anyway."
"Wharton did some pretty bad things to Percy," Brutal said, "to everybody. He grabbed Percy, said some stuff to him. Scared him so bad that he pissed himself."
Marianne stared at him, a frown crossing her face. "Huh."
"I guess the reality was so much for Percy that he went insane from it," Brutal said, "at least, for a little was bad, but Percy was just as bad."
Marianne nodded her head slightly, "how so?"
"You remember Eduard Delacroix?" he asked, "we called him Del."
Marianne winced slightly, "I had heard about his execution, and that he went badly. But, I never really got into those sort of talks."
"Right," Brutal said, nodding his head, "well, you see, Percy was a big part of that. We should've known something was goin' on with him, and when Paul put him out front. We were just wanting him to leave so badly that I don't think any of us really thought about how much Percy hated Del."
"You mean," Marianne started, looking a little shocked, "Percy sabotaged Del's execution?"
Brutal nodded, "didn't wet the sponge, though Percy claimed that he didn't know better, but we all knew that he did that out of spite."
Marianne shook her head, if she had thought lowly of Percy before...
"I better get back," Marianne said, standing, "thank you, Brutus, let Paul know that I stopped by?"
"Yeah," Brutal nodded, "I'll make sure to do that."
Daniel rubbed his eyes, his hands stalling from writing down some more information on the cell check ups that he had just preformed. Not that it was much for the one cell that he had to check up, especially since the man inside it seemed to brush off all his questions with simplistic answers.
Yes. No. Fuck off.
He glanced up as Marianne entered the block, a tired but calm look on her face.
"How'd it go?" Daniel asked, glancing back down at the folder as he closed it.
"It went just fine," Marianne said, "how about you? Anything happen?"
"Aside from Percy setting Jeremy off, nothing." Daniel stated as Marianne took a seat beside him.
"What he do to Jeremy?" she asked, glancing down towards the cell, her eyes trying to see anything. Blood, limbs, something. She didn't see anything beside Percy's backside as he lay on the cot, his back to them.
"Tried to take his gun," Daniel said, "he managed to convince Jeremy that he really need help with something. He stepped closer to get a look and Percy grabbed him, actually managed to get the gun from him before I had to step in."
Marianne stared at him, "an' it didn't occur to you that you should have came and got me?"
"It wasn't anything we couldn't handle, honestly. Just had to bend his arm a little against the bars and he dropped it easily. Had to send Jeremy out for a walk, though. The boy would have pulled Percy out of his cell and strapped him to the chair himself if I allowed him to."
Marianne chuckled slightly, "he's definitely got a bit of a temper."
Daniel nodded in agreement, leaning back in the chair a bit. "I'm just waiting for Oliver to show up so I can get home already. Are you staying late again?"
"The files in the back really need to be sorted through," Marianne said, "I don't mind staying a little later."
Daniel nodded, the two of them making small talk until Oliver showed up for his shift, and Daniel left to go home. Marianne had said he greeting to Oliver and headed into the office to continue sorting, trying not to think too hard about what Brutal had told her about Percy. She didn't want to be scared of him, but there was definitely something that Brutal hadn't told her, and Mari wondered why she wanted to know about it.
Percy was as good as dead, and it was only a matter of time before she would have to call the order to end his life. So, why should it matter?