Chapter 30........Written by Michelle Murray (michellem2@hotmail.com)

HOSPITAL: Heather Rogers lay silent in the bed. Meg Morris was with her. 
Meg felt a great deal of sympathy for Heather; first there was the 
business with Ferguson then her stint as a stripper at Haught Stuff. How 
degrading that must have been. The doctor at Wentworth had been able to 
revive her but Heather was still critical. It would be a long wait for 
Heather and Dennis.

H BLOCK: Bobbie Mitchell was now very afraid of Reb. Of what Reb could 
do to avoid being transferred to Blackmoor, which now was a certainty. 
But Reb knew she was doomed. Blackmoor or not she'd have to find a way 
to survive the coming storm. 

STAFF ROOM 11:30am: Despite no longer being Governor. Steve Smythe was 
still a reasonably content man. He had reason to be. His lover, Shirley, 
would be up in isolation where they could spend time together. But he 
would have to be discreet, he realised. Somebody had told him the story 
of a Blackmoor Officer who had somebody close to him there as an inmate. 
Unfortunately for this particular Officer he spent too much time in  
close proximty to this female inmate. The other women soon picked up on 
this and she was murdered. The Officer concerned was devastated. As far 
as Steve knew, Officer Luxman or Luxmoore, something like that, still 
was at Blackmoor. He was determined nothing like that would happen to 
Shirley. Joan Ferguson walked into the staff room smirking as usual.
"I have good news", she beamed "Keane's going to Blackmoor!"
"Oh...", Steve was disinterested in what this egomaniac had to say.
"It's official, The Department has approved it, and I for one will only 
be too pleased to see her off", Joan said.

DINING ROOM: Judy and the others were only too pleased to see Myra 
returned safely to them. Meg Morris and Patrick Dunlop were on Dining 
Room Duty. Myra filled them in on Heather's situation.
"...so it's gonna be tough for her", Myra glanced back at Lou Kelly and 
her cronies huddled together at another table "and those half-wits 
aren't gonna make it any easier"
"So what do we do?", asked Judy, as Pixie sat down beside her.
"Play it by ear" Myra replied. Alannah Thomas also joined them. Despite 
the fact Alannah was new, Judy and the others liked her She seemed to 
have a strong personality and she seemed to be able to stand up to The 
Freak. Alannah herself knew what real torment was. She had lived in an 
obscure Central American nation for a short while, that had been under a 
dictatorship. Alannah shuddered inwardly at the memory of the cruelty 
dealt out by the dictators people; and that was all the more reason to 
stand up against the likes of Joan Ferguson.
"Myra, we've got a problem!", Alannah spoke
"Several", Myra replied grinning humourlessly. Myra wanted to grieve for 
her children.
"Joan Ferguson!" Alannah continued, "I'm going to try to get rid of her" 
Judy regarded Alannah with sympathy.
"It's been done and tried before, hon. The bitch always manages to come 
back on top"
"Not this time", something in Alannah's manner made the women stop and 
take notice, even Myra. Good luck to you, Myra thought. Alannah Thomas 
was already formulating a plan to rid herself and these women of The 
Freak.

BLACKMOOR: Meanwhile preparation was being made for the arrival of Reb 
Keane. The Officers were busily preparing a 'special welcome' for her; 
care of solitary. Three men, all armed with batons stood inside waiting 
eagerly. Screams were heard within the building as one unfortunate was 
being mercilessly beaten. Two female inmates were hiding in one of the 
dorms. Spike Marsh a a redhead of medium height with small close set 
deep blue eyes. She had once again beaten the scourge of heroin. With 
Spike was a beautiful young woman, Jenna Sorrel; with dark brown hair, 
tied back in a ponytail; her skin was olive and her brown eyes wide; she 
was slim and about 5 ft 7. Jenna was convicted of manslaughter of her 
husband when she stabbed him with a knife in self-defence. When she 
first came to Blackmoor, the officers had been solicitous and helpful; 
Jenna herself thought this very odd; but it wasn't until the other women 
told her why; then Jenna realised the sinister motives behind it. Now 
the two women leaned against the closed door to hear what Governor 
Ernest Craven and Officer Terry Walters were discussing.
"...Keane's due here later this afternoon. See she doesn't make any 
trouble" They could not make out anymore of the conversation, but by any 
indication this Keane person was in for a very stormy ride.

WENTWORTH: Joan Ferguson stood in reception, a broad smile on her face. 
Reb was between two police officers and she was absolutely seething with 
hatred.
"You might think you've gotten rid of me, but I'll be back to get you, 
you bitch!" said Reb.
"Oh no, Governor Craven will take care of you, Keane!", Ferguson smelled 
victory.
"What makes you think I'm scared of Craven!?" sneered Reb, although if 
the truth be known, Reb was frightened, but she sure wasn't going to let 
Ferguson know. Once again, that eerie smile came across her expression; 
it would stay on her face she decided. Reb continued smiling when the 
two policemen moved her off toward the waiting car.
"REMEMBER, FERGUSON, THAT I'M ONLY ONE WHO WANTS TO SEE YOU OUT OF 
HERE!", came the parting shout. Joan stiffened, and her laready thinnish 
mouth tightened even more. A lot of people wanted to see her brought 
down, and it wasn't only the inmates.

Ann Reynolds sat in her office; and she was worried. Heather Rogers was 
still critical and Dennis hadn't fared much better. Frank Burke was 
becoming more than a headache, he was a royal pain and a big problem. 
For a moment Ann agreed with the inmates and their code of taking the 
law into their own hands. She wished for one horrible moment that she 
had a gun to shoot Burke. The next best idea was to transfer him. But to 
where? Broadfield, Pentridge, Woodridge, even Blackmoor. Ann's resolve 
tightened, she would keep Burke locked in his cell 24 hours a day and 
that would ensure every woman would be safe from his attentions if one 
could term them as such. There was a knock at the door and Meg Morris 
entered, smiling at Ann. Meg carried a bundle of files in her arms that 
threatened to drop to the floor at any moment. Ann rose from her chair 
and assisted her friend and colleague by relieving her of the load.
"Did Keane go without any problems?", enquired Ann
"More or less", Meg replied "There was the usual Keane bravado, but you 
know, Ann, I think she's really scared"
"Mmmm,", agreed Ann. Things weren't going to be very easy at all for Reb 
in Blackmoor, but it really was the last stroke. The most diffcult thing 
to accept, was the fact Reb genuinely was trying to improve herself. Her 
newly found friendship with Myra proved this.
"I suppose we can put Bobbie Mitchell back with the other women, see to 
it will you, Meg", Ann requested. Meg rose to leave when Joan Ferguson 
entered grinning as usual. Ann groaned inwardly; that infernal demonic 
grin meant someone was about to get hurt or someone had already been 
hurt by this hateful bitter person.
"Well, Keane's out of our way now", boomed Joan in that self-satisfied 
way that all had come to know - and hate.
Ann Reynolds regarded the other woman archly "I wasn't aware she was in 
anyone's way, Miss Ferguson!" That Pazuzu grin was wiped promptly off 
Joan Ferguson's face.
"I simply meant, Governor-"
"I know what you meant! I'll be watching you very closely. If you cause 
any trouble with those women, Ferguson I'll have you booted out of the 
Service!" Ann had been fuming for a while now, and out it came in a 
torrent "and one more thing while we're discussing your attitude. I know 
very well what 'activities' Cynthia Leech engaged in with Lynne 
McFadden" Joan's mouth was wide open with this revelation.
"Yes", continued Anne "I was told by a very reliable source"
"They're all liars!", fumed Joan just as angry. The argument continued 
for a few more moments until Joan stormed out. Ann breathed a sigh of 
relief.

H BLOCK: Ferguson was enraged. She fumed over the confrontation in Ann's 
office just moments before. Just then Bev Baker appeared skulking down 
the corridor. She was a tall imposing woman, like Joan, but Joan wasn't 
all that impressed with her. Merely another dreg in this place.
"Why aren't you at work, Baker!?" yelled Joan. Bev stood there unshaken. 
She regarded the officer with a strange smile.
"I've just been to the loo, Miss Ferguson. I'm on my way back", replied 
Bev.
"Well, you're on a charge for being out of the work area. Get back there 
at once!"
Baker smiled again, seemingly unaffected. "By the way, how's Miss 
Rogers" It was Joan's turn to smirk.
"Wouldn't you like to know, Baker!" That was one thing that annoyed Bev 
about Ferguson. Her self-important air, but she needed Ferguson to get 
to the top. Bev approached the other woman evidently without any fear.
"You know, Miss Ferguson, I think we could be of some help to each 
other"
Joan's eye-brows rose archly "Go on..."

HOSPITAL: Heather Rogers condition had improved - only slightly. she 
wasn't out of the woods just yet. Dennis was almost recovered. Apart 
from being emotionally distressed over his love's condition, physically 
he was alright. Accompanied by the Sister, Dennis went into Heather's 
room. A sterile cold atmosphere. She lay in the bed, connected to 
various machines; an IV drip ran from her left hand whilist an oxygen 
mask covered her nose and mouth. Outside in the corridor, Heather's 
mother sat dejected. It was all going so well, and then..this. Heather, 
once had the makings of a good officer then her shameful dismissal and 
then working a a sleazy strip club parading herself like a common 
harlot. Really, it was no fault of Heathers. It was all Joan Ferguson's 
doing and Mrs Rogers wasn't going to let it go un-avenged.

BLACKMOOR: The sun shone weakly, though it was October, on the Blackmoor 
Quadrangle. It is a dark, dingy place; resembling a medievel castle more 
than a Victorian Prison. The female inmates are on exercise period at 
the moment. Jenna, Brumby Tucker, Worm Mulligan and Spike Marsh stand 
off near one of the buildings until they are ushered inside by an 
Officer. As Jenna glances back she sees Terry Walters, Ian Hardy and Jim 
Shelley descending the outside stairs leading from the Governors Office 
and the Admin Wing. Their eyes meet and held - for long enough to 
frighten her.
"Oi!, dreamboat!", Brumby tapped Jenna on the shoulder almost sending 
her into the sky. The courtyard door was locked and Jenna Sorrel had 
disappeared behind it. Terry Walters stared for a moment longer. He had 
actually felt sorry for Jenna when she was inducted and felt ashamed at 
the way he'd treated her initially - before he saw the terrible burn 
scars that marred her body. He liked her as a matter of fact; that one 
was of the reason's Jenna hadn't been thrown down into solitary and been 
'done over' Walters forced his mind back to the present and he and his 
two companions met the police car that escorted Reb Kean. Reb was still 
vainly struggling as she was exchanged between the police escorts and 
Blackmoor Officers.
"Let go of me, you bastards!!", she yelled. Terry moved directly in 
front of her menacingly. Reb, despite her act of bravado is becoming 
frightened.
"Well Kean", said Walters in that grating voice that all had come to 
know and fear "you've made quite a name for yourself haven't you?"
"I guess I have", replied Reb. Walters punched her hard in the stomach 
which sent Reb keeling over winded.
"I guess I have what!!" Reb chanced to gaze up at him towering over her. 
Whatever was going to happen now, Reb Kean knew these men meant 
business.
"I...guess so......sir", she gasped. Apparently this was what this screw 
wanted to hear. The two other goons hoisted her up, but Walters wasn't 
finished with her. A grin spread across his thin Hitler-like face and he 
delivered a stinging blow to Reb's face. Hardy and Shelley, a tall man 
with ginger coloured hair frogmarched her toward one of the buildings.

REC ROOM-BLACKMOOR: The Blackmoor women watch the goings on from the 
Rec-Room window. This one was tough, that was obvious, but would she 
crack given time. The top dog Roo Morgan ambled in the room which was 
bare, except for a piano and table-tennis table. There was no TV set. 
Governor Craven did not hold with them having any of those priveliges. 
Roo made her way through the throng of women abrupty shoving Jenna 
aside.
"Are you always so rude?", Jenna was flustered. Roo swerved to face 
Jenna and was on her instantly
"Listen, bitch! I'm the top dog and I can be as rude as I wanna be! If 
you give me cheek once more", Roo applied pressure to each side of 
Jenna's mouth "you gonna have a scarred face as well as a scarred body! 
Understand?"
"Yes...Let me go, please", tears streamed down Jenna's face. Roo's face 
was very close to hers. After a few moments she released Jenna roughly 
to the ground and went to the window as if nothing had ever happened. At 
least one other person watched the goings on in the courtyard from his 
office. Ernest Craven stood at the window, in his customary sunglasses 
absently fiddling with the rubber truncheon he always carried around - 
and very frequently used - especially against the women. He paused a 
moment then decided he'd join in the fun with his officers.

WENTWORTH: Bobbie Mitchell joined the other women that afternoon. She 
had been shoved none to gently into the recreation room by Ferguson. All 
the women were there including Alannah Thomas, who by this time was so 
consumed with cold rage wasn't about to let this monster leave without 
having something said about it.
"Just wait a minute there!", shouted Alannah, gently moving Bobbie 
aside. Ferguson turned to face the determined woman coming toward her.
"Are you speaking to me?"
"Yes!"
"Yes, Miss Ferguson!" In the next moment Alannah leapt and had Joan by 
the throat. Joan's eyes were widened by fear. Myra Desmond, by this time 
pushed through the throng of women, most of whom were encouraging 
Alannah to kill Joan.
"Now hear me for the first and final time! I am not in the habit of 
calling Nazi thugs like you Miss! Now I suggest in future you be a 
little more gentle in dealing with Bobbie. You are forgetting that we 
are in Australia not Treblinka!!" Alannah felt Myra's restraining arm on 
her.
"C'mon, love, let her go" Joan was gasping and that all to familiar look 
of venom crossed her features.
"You're going to pay for that, Thomas!", she growled. Myra appeared 
beside Alannah.
"Nobody's going to pay for anything!", retorted Myra as Ferguson 
regained her compsosure "now that charge against Pixie...."
"I'm not dropping any charges!"
"I don't think she's listening, Myra" said Alannah "Ferguson we all know 
about your friends fun with the McFadden woman. So I suggest if you 
don't want us to have our fun, you drop that charge!" Ferguson had 
reason to believe these women were serious. They weren't anything but 
scum, true, but dangerous scum is what they were. 
"Alright, I'll drop the charge against Mason"
"and you'll apologise to Pixie as well"
"Don't push your luck, Thomas!", warned Ferguson. Alannah smiled and 
shoved The Freak up against the wall.
"You seem to forget that I could kill you know. So once again, if you 
want to preserve your life, you go in there and humbly apologise to Miss 
Mason", Alannah emphasised the honorific by seizing Joan's arms and 
thrusting her forward into the room.....

H BLOCK CORRIDOR: While most of the other women spent time in the 
recreation room, Edna Person wandered, no, skulked among the 
dormitories. Furtively, Edna hid in one as Meg Morris came on the 
rounds, bound for the rec room no doubt. Edna heard the commotion coming 
from there, but paid it no heed, it was none of her business. The only 
thing on Edna's mind was death - the deaths of quite a few people in 
here she didn't take kindly to. She mulled in Lou's dorm; at least she 
supposed it was Lou's, thinking of how to get her hands on some poison. 
Already a list of victims was tablated in that evil mind of hers.

BLACKMOOR: 4:30pm Tension intensified in the atmosphere as the inmates 
prepared for dinner at 5:00pm. Somehow, Jenna Sorrel got roped into 
bringing the solitary meal up. Brumby Tucker had taken Jenna aside and 
placed two painkiller tablets in Reb's food; which resembled something 
like mushed corn. Officer Walters moved quickly and ushered Jenna away, 
but not before giving Brumby an abrupt shove. Walters held onto Jenna's 
arm as they made their way through the dank corridors down to the 
solitary wing. They both froze when they saw Governor Craven coming the 
opposite way, carrying his truncheon as per usual.
"Stay where you are, Sorrel!", Walters told her bringing her to a 
stand-still as he went to meet Craven.
"You won't get any trouble out of Kean now. I've seen to that", stated 
Craven "what's that slut doing?" Walters looked at his superior then 
glanced back to Jenna who waited - and she had heard Craven's last 
remark.
"She's bringing Keane's dinner. She won't give me any trouble so there's 
no need to do her over" From where she was standing Jenna grew angrier 
by the moment. Who the hell did this man think he was? Interesting he 
thought all women were whores! Fifty-one percent of the human race.
"GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!", Craven yelled. Jenna slowly moved toward the 
two men. Again her eyes met Terry's; they seemed to be as fearful as 
hers. Craven grinned as Jenna drew near. That Pazuzu grin really 
infuriated her!
"I understand you're taking Kean's dinner to her. What a good girl you 
are!", mocked Craven
"I thought you said 'slut'!", her brown eyes stormed, her voice full of 
suppressed fury "and I was asked to bring that girls dinner"
"You insolent bitch!", Craven drew his baton and struck Jenna in the 
face. She was thrown backwards by the impact and landed on the ground. 
By some miracle she was able to hold on to the tray. The fury as well as 
the wind, had been knocked from her.
"Make sure you punish her!", he growled storming off. She and Walters 
were left alone. He helped her to her feet. A bruise was forming where 
the Governor and struck the blow.
"You bloody idiot!, he shouted "what the hell were you playing at!?"
"I'm sick of men like him hurting people. Men like my husband!", she 
blurted in tears. Without a word they went about the business of serving 
Reb's dinner.

Reb also heard the altercation between Craven and Jenna and she was most 
impressed; but she wasn't going to let Jenna know that. Still sore from 
the beating Reb made room for Jenna to put her tray down. Reb had 
decided there would be a fire here! All she needed was time. It also 
seemed to Reb that Adolf, the nickname she gave Terry Walters liked 
Jenna; perhaps she could use that to help herself - and the others here.
Reb spoke "That screw" she elevatd her head indicating the figure of 
Walters waiting above the manhole "has got the hots for you"
"What do you mean?", Jenna asked guardedly
"Meanin', if you wanna get out of here you'll do as I say", said Reb 
"you might divert him for us when the times right"
Jenna took in what all this meant; and strangely she didn't find the 
idea of distracting Walters repulsive at all. But the idea of his pity 
at her scars sickened her. Oh well she could do it with her blouse still 
on.....
"GET A MOVE ON!!", Jenna smiled at his shout. Reb Kean grinned with 
mirth back. There would be plenty of ation soon enough.


He used to give me roses...

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