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M through R › Oz
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,957
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Oz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
Marrow. Epilogue.
By BrightEyes
Fandom: Oz/Law and Order: SVU/X-Men. Spoilers through season four of Oz.
Summary: Two new inmates at the Oswald State Penitentiary cause scandal and angst inside and outside the walls.
Thanks to: Mayalaen and Willow for the Beta.
Warnings: Slash (m/m), Angst, Underage Character Sex, Descriptions of Abuse, Issues of Consent:
non-con and rape, Violence, Adult Language and Situations.
Disclaimer: The characters don’t belong to me. Oz belongs to Tom Fontana, X-Men to Marvel, SVU
to Dick Wolf. I’m not making money. Don’t sue me, please. This is fantasy adult fiction: rape and
sex with minors is NOT OKAY in the real world, got it?
Feedback: Please. To brighteyedjill@yahoo.com.
Format note: If line breaks are funky, click the “enlarge text” or “shrink text” button at the top of the page until it looks right.
Oz: Em City
Beecher slipped the sealed envelope under the table to Ryan O’Reilly. “We got the
postmark and everything. Remember to wait until--.”
“I fucking know, all right,” O’Reilly growled.
Aaron Adler came by with the mail cart, and the inmates of Em City lined up to
collect the day’s mail. After Ryan went through the line, he sauntered over to the crowd
watching Miss Sally on TV and tapped his brother on the shoulder. Cyril took his
headphones off and waited in silence.
“I brought your mail,” Ryan said and held out the envelope.
“I never get mail,” said Cyril.
“Yeah, well.” Ryan shrugged. Cyril sat doing nothing until Ryan finally asked, “Do
you want me to read it to you?”
“I can read,” said Cyril tersely. He snatched the letter from his brother’s hands and
retreated to the pod they now shared. He looked at the envelope a long time before he
finally opened it and pulled out the one-page letter that was hand-written on a ruled page
ripped out of a notebook.
Dear Cyril,
I hope life at Oz isn’t as shitty as I remember, and that you’re being nice to your
brother. This juvie place is a cake-walk. All the other boys think I’m a bad-ass because I
spent time in maximum security. But I miss you. I have to take lots of classes about
learning to be a useful member of society. I fucking never get to play Candy Land. But I
only have to stay here until I’m 18. So after that maybe I can come visit you in New York. I
don’t know, though. It’s always so cold in New York, and here, at least it’s warm.
Yours,
Benjamin
Cyril shoved the letter back in the envelope. He couldn’t decide whether to go back
downstairs and throw the letter in Ryan’s face or to do nothing. Ryan thinks I don’t
know, Cyril thought angrily, and went to the pod door to look down on Em City.
He just wants me to be happy, simple Cyril. He watched Ryan talking earnestly
with Beecher until they looked up and saw him watching them. Then he retreated to his
bunk and climbed under the covers. Ryan even said it: people come and go in Em City
all the time, he told himself fiercely. I can wait my turn.
END
IMPORTANT NOTE: If you’ve made it all the way to the end, thank you and
congratulations. Also, could you do me a big favor and send a little feedback (criticism,
comments, questions) to brighteyedjill@yahoo.com. This is my first fan-fic, and I’d really
like to know how it’s being received. Also, I want to know if I should keep writing, so
please, feed back and feed the beast! Thank you for coming along on the trip.
By BrightEyes
Fandom: Oz/Law and Order: SVU/X-Men. Spoilers through season four of Oz.
Summary: Two new inmates at the Oswald State Penitentiary cause scandal and angst inside and outside the walls.
Thanks to: Mayalaen and Willow for the Beta.
Warnings: Slash (m/m), Angst, Underage Character Sex, Descriptions of Abuse, Issues of Consent:
non-con and rape, Violence, Adult Language and Situations.
Disclaimer: The characters don’t belong to me. Oz belongs to Tom Fontana, X-Men to Marvel, SVU
to Dick Wolf. I’m not making money. Don’t sue me, please. This is fantasy adult fiction: rape and
sex with minors is NOT OKAY in the real world, got it?
Feedback: Please. To brighteyedjill@yahoo.com.
Format note: If line breaks are funky, click the “enlarge text” or “shrink text” button at the top of the page until it looks right.
Oz: Em City
Beecher slipped the sealed envelope under the table to Ryan O’Reilly. “We got the
postmark and everything. Remember to wait until--.”
“I fucking know, all right,” O’Reilly growled.
Aaron Adler came by with the mail cart, and the inmates of Em City lined up to
collect the day’s mail. After Ryan went through the line, he sauntered over to the crowd
watching Miss Sally on TV and tapped his brother on the shoulder. Cyril took his
headphones off and waited in silence.
“I brought your mail,” Ryan said and held out the envelope.
“I never get mail,” said Cyril.
“Yeah, well.” Ryan shrugged. Cyril sat doing nothing until Ryan finally asked, “Do
you want me to read it to you?”
“I can read,” said Cyril tersely. He snatched the letter from his brother’s hands and
retreated to the pod they now shared. He looked at the envelope a long time before he
finally opened it and pulled out the one-page letter that was hand-written on a ruled page
ripped out of a notebook.
Dear Cyril,
I hope life at Oz isn’t as shitty as I remember, and that you’re being nice to your
brother. This juvie place is a cake-walk. All the other boys think I’m a bad-ass because I
spent time in maximum security. But I miss you. I have to take lots of classes about
learning to be a useful member of society. I fucking never get to play Candy Land. But I
only have to stay here until I’m 18. So after that maybe I can come visit you in New York. I
don’t know, though. It’s always so cold in New York, and here, at least it’s warm.
Yours,
Benjamin
Cyril shoved the letter back in the envelope. He couldn’t decide whether to go back
downstairs and throw the letter in Ryan’s face or to do nothing. Ryan thinks I don’t
know, Cyril thought angrily, and went to the pod door to look down on Em City.
He just wants me to be happy, simple Cyril. He watched Ryan talking earnestly
with Beecher until they looked up and saw him watching them. Then he retreated to his
bunk and climbed under the covers. Ryan even said it: people come and go in Em City
all the time, he told himself fiercely. I can wait my turn.
END
IMPORTANT NOTE: If you’ve made it all the way to the end, thank you and
congratulations. Also, could you do me a big favor and send a little feedback (criticism,
comments, questions) to brighteyedjill@yahoo.com. This is my first fan-fic, and I’d really
like to know how it’s being received. Also, I want to know if I should keep writing, so
please, feed back and feed the beast! Thank you for coming along on the trip.