What'll they do to us?, chapter 1

"Ugghhhh... Where am I?" Gerard got up and realized he was in a vibrant white room. He rubbed his eyes and looked again; the room, he noticed, was a small cell.

What's going on? Gerard thought as he looked around the cramped jail cell.

"Hey!" he yelled. No answer. "HEY!! Where am I??!"

"Shut up, kid!" a strange voice yelled, and a man in a guard outfit came walking down the long hall of cells.
"You're in jail because you have committed a crime! Don't you know why they put people in prison?"

"What? I didn't do it! What kind of crime? I don't remember anything!" Gerard was ready to lose it.

"Shut up, kid!" the guard said again. "You're suspected for the murder of John Roberts."

"Who? I don't even know him!" Gerard's world started spinning. What if he had killed a man? All he could remember was that he went to a bar last night. That was it! What if he had gotten drunk, some guy had ticked him off, and he had killed him??!!
Gerard collapsed onto the uncomfortable mattress in his confined cell. He was trying to relax, but if you've ever tried to relax after someone telling you that you're in jail because you're being suspected of murder (which I'm assuming you haven't), I'm telling you it's a pretty hard task to accomplish.

"So," Gerard said in a nervous, slightly high-pitched voice, "am I gonna have a trial?"

"Of course," the guard said, starting to feel slightly sorry for him. "We put them in jail 'til their trial, that's when they get their sentence to how long they'll stay in prison."

"Oh," Gerard squeaked.

"Well," the guard said, looking for something to say, "your partners in crime don't remember anythin' either."

"Partners in crime?" Gerard asked curiously, starting to feel a bit better that he wasn't in this alone, but sad at the same time because someone else is feeling the same way as he was, which wasn't a very good feeling.

"Yeah," said the guard, "what were their names.....ummm.....Macky? Mack?"

"Mikey!?"

"Yeah! That's him!"

"Who else?" Gerard urged the guard.

"Ray, Bert, and ehhh... Francis? No..... Frank? Yeah, that's all 'a ya."

All of us? Murderers? Gerard thought, This can't be happening! This must be some kind of mistake!

"Can I see them?" Gerard asked hopefully.

"Of course not!!" the guard laughed. "You think I'm gonna let a whole bunch 'a suspected murderers together? Ha!!"

Gerard solemnly looked down and tried to think. He had to talk to them some way.

"You might be able to see them during the trial," the guard said, as if reading his mind.

Gerard sighed. He didn't want to have to wait until his trial. "Can't we talk on those phone things? You know, when you're in a separate room, but you look at each other through the glass and talk to each other through a phone receiver?"

"I suppose I could let you do that," the guard said, stroking his chin. "Follow me, and I'll get the other kids. You have to be quiet though!! I'm not supposed to be doin' this!!"

The guard opened the cell and immediately put handcuffs on Gerard's wrists.

"Safety first," the guard said, securing the cuffs.