The handcuff around her wrists was linked with the shackles around her ankles by a chain. She was the only prisoner in the vehicle, the guard opposite her sitting with his back straight and leaned against the wall, she eyed the weapon in his hands then across to the baton by his hip.

"What are you looking at Summers?" he asked her in that gruff lazy tone that she had grown accustomed to during the almost silent trip. "I almost feel sorry for you Summers." He paused eyeing her body in the orange jumpsuit, "where you're going," there was that smirk that she was really sick of seeing on his face, "they'll have plenty of fun with you,"

She didn't give him any indication that she cared of his opinion just simply looked away from his ugly face and trying not to somehow break out of her chains and continuously bash his ugly mug with that baton of his.

She could see it now, the headlines for tomorrow's papers: 'Death by baton'.

She clenched her fists on her knees making her knuckles turn white. She knew prison was somewhere further down her life; she was ready for the punishment when her work was finished but she wasn't ready for it now. It was unfair; the end had been so close only to have the last one watch her be taken away from officers. She hated that smirk on his face.

She remembered quite vividly meeting him; even then he had that ugly hateful smirk on his face then. She was 3 and he was 7. His brother, she smiled fondly remembering the image of a 4 year old boy in simple blue jeans and a batman shirt, there was no point in denying that she misses him dearly. She could still remember how that 7 year old boy acted so differently from his brother and father.

The vehicle came to a screeching halt. She inwardly winced at the horrible sound of the old brakes. The guard opposite her stood up with a chuckle and waited for his partner to open the doors. The sunlight streamed through the widening gap and she flinched with her eyes fluttering to adjust to the sudden brightness.

"Welcome to your new home Summers," he laughed unlocking her chains from the bolt on the vehicle and waited for her to step down onto the ground.

This was it, the end of the road for her. Who could imagine themselves standing in front of Fox River State Penitentiary for men? Except she wouldn't have changed her decisions for anything, she would have gladly committed her crimes again.

"A woman!" she could hear the excited chatter of the inmates out in the fenced yard. "Hey baby!" they teased and laughed, shouting crude remarks and calls to her which she ignored and followed her guards to see the warden.

Henry Pope, dedicated warden of Fox River smiled sadly at her from behind his large desk. She sat uncomfortably in the seat allocated in front of his desk but a safe distance away. "Eve, through my years as warden here there has never been a woman serving her sentence here,"

Eve gave a small smirk, "Guess I broke the record huh Warden?"

Warden Pope gave a little chuckle, "If anyone's giving you trouble, any trouble at all, don't be afraid to tell me," she could see how sincere he was and she pitied him. "You'll be having a cell to yourself, can't have you sharing with another inmate," he chuckled trying to joke and Eve cracked a smile at the humour knowing he was looking out for her if she had shared a cell but rather he should be looking out for her roommate. "Well, let's get you sorted out then,"

She didn't pay Warden Pope any attention but drifted back to the past, a recent memory sprang forth in mind.

"The defendant Eve Summers is found guilty for the murder in the first degree of Adam Jones, Kyle Jones, Michael Pakenham and James Woods, the torture murders of Alexander II Grey and Daniel Michaels and the assault of Jonathon Summers. She is found to be a dangerous criminal and cannot be placed in a women prison, hereby sentenced to life imprisonment in Fox River State Penitentiary." Judge Creedy announced in a strong voice before he banged the gaval down.

At that exact moment, Eve Summers felt the reality stand still, she didn't want to believe she was being locked away while he was out free in society.

A menace. She thought vehemently about the escaped one.

Looking out at the faces in the courtroom she caught Bill Summers eyes and she could see the tears in his eyes. He had been closest thing to a father figure since her parents and Xander died. She loved him like he was her own father and she loved him, if possible, even more because he was the father of the man she love.

She was taken away back in her temporary cell before they transported her to Fox River. She resented at the fact she couldn't finish what she had started, if only she was given one more day even, she would have made the man pay, make him regret ever ruining her family.

"...and Captain Bellick will be escorting you to your cell Eve," the warden's final words brought her back to reality as she smiled at him and gave a final nod before Captain Bellick came into view, blocking most of the warden with his large frame.

Eve took him in with dislike. He continued to leer at her in the most uncomfortable way while they walked in hopefully silent to her cell. "I'm sure if you don't want any trouble you'll be a good little girl, wont you Summers?"

Eve smirked wickedly at him as her eyes danced with amusement at his suggestion, "I don't think so Captain," she stepped closer to him and eyes instantly flashed to how his hands went to the baton by his side but Eve just laughed throwing her hands up in a surrender, "If you know who I am then you should know I would have no problem defending myself,"

Captain Bellick grumbled and glared at her with his nostrils flaring in anger, "You watch yourself in here Summers, Pope may look like he run the place but I say what goes and what doesn't," he warned her before pushing her out into the main cell holding, the general population or Gen Pop as Warden Pope had kindly informed her.

Captain Bellick roughly pulled her to a stop in front of an open empty cell, she narrowed her eyes at the cell before turning around to face the head guard with boredom, "Close cell 41!" he shouted out and smirked mockingly at her as the gate closed her off, "Don't do anything stupid," he ordered unlocking the cuffs from her wrists and ankles.

Eve stepped back and rubbed her wrist soothingly with her left hand. He gave her a final smirk before walking away and leaving her with whistles and calls from the other cells. She rolled her eyes and made her way to the cot and laid down.