"C-Clay..." It was weird for them both being so nice to each other but they knew there was no point in continuing the hate. they were all they had.

"Yeah wassup?" Clay says as he sits up out of bed and looks at George standing at the other side of the bars. "I...I just wanna be in your arms...I'm scared and I don't know what to do..." A tear started to flow out of Georges eye when he looked at Clay. "I know...George look at me. Please be careful when you do the work they are going to put us into. Pace yourself and don't push yourself. They said this work has killed thousands. I can't afford to loose you. Your all I have. You can't give up on me." Clay had such a genuine tone. I tone George has never heard before. "I-I don't know..."

"GEORGE LOOK AT ME YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO GIVE UP ON ME OKAY?!?" George jumped at the sudden aggressiveness coming from Clay. Clay had stood up and had come to the bars. The worry in Clays eyes made George realize he wasn't trying to be rude. He was scared to loose George and George was scared to loose him.

"You boys ready?" George and Clay looked over as a guard was standing there ready to take them to there work for the day. "Hey try not to die...okay?" The guard said as he chuckled at his own words. George and Clay were lead to the yard where the work had to be done. They looked around as they saw at least 100 prisoners standing in a huddle as another prisoner was picking up large rocks and placing them about 10 feet farther down the line. "W-What is this...?" George asked the guard. There were body's everywhere. Dead ones. "This is where you two will be. He is almost done. Surprised he's not dead yet. You will take those rocks about 25-100 pounds each and you will carry them to the other side. There's about fifty so have fun. Number 78 your going first." Number 78 was George. The fear in Clays eyes struck him as he looked at all the dead body's then looked at George. George was weaker then Clay. "And he's down!" The guard yelled as the prisoner who was holding the rocks dropped dead. "Alright guys move the ten extra rocks then get ready for the next prisoner. "Oh and I forgot to tell you guys but you get no food and water while your doing this. He's been at it for 4 days. Probably dead from dehydration. Well anyways! Number 78 your up."

"Fuck..." George mumbled under his breath. This might be the last time he saw Clay. This might kill him. "Ahaha little sissy boy!! Look at him all sad he has to leave his little boyfriend!!" The other prisoners weren't quite nice. "George ignore them" Clay had said as he watched Georges anxiety kick in.

"Ah just realized you didn't get to give him a hug goodbye...oh well" The guard said to Clay with a little chuckle. "What do you mean goodbye..." Clay said as the worry picked up at him as he looked at the guard. "You really think your boyfriends gonna make it through this?" The guard said looking at George. "H-He's not my boyfriend...and yes he's going to make it through this. I believe in him." Clay did believe in George. He just knew it was cutting it close.

George looked at the rocks as his mind raged. I...I don't think I can do this...George was doubting himself but he knew doubting himself would only make him weaker. It was time for the first rock. George looked at it as he slowly went to pick it up. "Jesus Christ" George could only lift it a inch before dropping it. "Awww looks like little boy is to weak!! Looks like his boyfriends just going to have to watch him die." He laughed at his own words as he saw George look up at him in tears. "Shut the fuck up before I beat the shit out of you" It was Clay. He had enough of him harassing George. "What you gonna do about it huh? Run to your mom? Oh yeah I forgot you killed her" The prisoner had no care in the world about how he treated anyone. "She's not dead. I'd advise you to stop talking now." Clay wasn't scared to hurt the other. "Faggot." The prisoner mumbled under his breath. That was enough to set Clay off.

Clay ran at him as he tackled him to the ground as he punched him over and over. The prisoner had gotten a bloody nose and mouth. He was strong though. He grabbed Clay and flipped him over and started punching Clay in the face. Clay was definitely weaker then him. Clay started to give up, but then he heard George. "CLAY!!" George saw the other beating the shit out of Clay. He was scared.

That was all Clay needed. His adrenaline kicked in as he kicked the prisoner off him and took his fist and punched him for the last time. The prisoner dropped. Clay had killed him.

"Well okay then." The guard said as he looked at Clay then looked back at George. "S-Shit..." Clay couldn't believe himself. He had actually killed someone. George was horrified but he was just happy it wasn't Clay who died. "Number 78 your just wasting your time."

George went at the rock again. He looked at Clay one last time and saw him bleeding. If Clay could make it through that then I can do this..."Ughm" George groaned as he picked up the first rock. His arms were already hurting. George was already screwed.

C'mon George you can do this...

George felt a fire burn through his arms as he pulled up the first rock with pure adrenaline. He finally managed to pick up the first rock. George drained out the sounds of the other mates yelling at him. 10 feet had felt so much farther then it had ever before. George dragged himself across the dirt. After about a good 15 seconds he finally got one rock to the other side. It was one of the lighter rocks. It made George worry more that he had already struggled hard enough on the lighter ones.

Clay could see the struggle in George. He was starting to doubt if he would be able to make it. Please...do it for me...

George was heading back over to the pile of rocks for the second one. This rock looked much heavier. George knew his strength he would normally throw in wouldn't be enough. He knew he was going to have to use his core, something he's never really tried before. He wasn't about to die to this.

George held a firm grip on the rock as he stared straight and focused his mind on his goal. He put all pain and feeling down as he lifted the rock. He had found a good strategy to block out the pain as best he could. It felt like the nerves in Georges arms were being ripped with the weight of this rock. George managed to walk the rock to the other side. George started to feel better about this but he knew that wouldn't last long.

George continued to lift rocks and bring them over the distance of 10 feet 20 times. Luckily he had some of the smaller ones on top.

Georges eyes widened as he looked at the next rock he had to move. This rock was definitely the biggest rock. Weighing either 100 pounds or close to it. Georges arms were hurting more then anything he had ever felt. He felt as if one more rock would break him into pieces. George couldn't even pull himself together to look at Clay. He knew it would hurt him to much.

As George went to pick up the rock one of the friends to the prisoner Clay had killed picked up a smaller rock about the size of a golf ball and threw it at George. It hit the perfect spot. Right on his temple. At a pretty decent speed too. George dropped to the ground. Everything got foggy as the voices got lighter and started to echo. All he could hear was laughing, but in the distance he could here Clay...

"GEORGE NO!! PLEASE GEORGE GET UP!!" Clay couldn't keep himself under control as he saw the only thing he knew laying on the floor. Clay broke through the other prisoners as he ran to Georges side and lifted his head. "G-George...can you hear me...?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"Okay okay, look you can do this okay. Please open your eyes and tell me your not going to die...please"

"I...Clay it hurts..."

"GEORGE NO STOP PLEASE"

"Clay...I don't know if I-I can...do it"

"George please...I'm begging you! Just think of everything please...we will get out of this together I promise! Just try for me..."

"O-Okay..."

"T-Thank you..."

"Let me finish his work up." Clay had said to the guard as George was taken into the care facility to try to keep him alive. "We normally don't do this so I'll make a deal with you. If you don't make it all the way then I kill you, but if you make it then good for you."

Clay nodded his head as he saw he had about twenty rocks left to do. The bigger ones...Clay had been working out basically his whole life. He did it as a way to get out of the house. Clay believed in himself. His biggest push was the thought of George still being alive.

Clay gripped the rock as he lifted it up. It definitely wasn't easy but he knew he could pull it through. He could hear the mates in the back laughing and calling him and George faggots.

Clay had about five rocks left to do. He felt his arms start to give up on him. They felt like they could just rip at any moment. He had to do this. For George. "Ughm" Clay groaned as he picked up one of the five rocks left to do. The job wasn't getting any easier as it went but he knew he would die if he stopped.

Clay managed to get almost all the rocks done except one in the matter of three hours. He had one thing set on his mind as he looked at the last rock.

George might still be alive. Do this for him.

Clay griped the last rock as he pulled up as hard as he could. He felt a tear run down his face as this was some of the most intense pain he's ever endured. Clay did it. He made it to the pile of rocks. He dropped the rock down as he collapsed to the floor. He wasn't dead. His body had just given up on him.

"Hm okay. Good job I guess." The guard said as he lifted him up and led him back to his cell.

All Clay Could think about on the way there was if George was okay or not. Once he got back to his cell a smile raised on his face as he saw George laying in the bed. The guard threw Clay in as Clay ran up to the bars.

"GEORGE YOUR OKAY!!"

George perked up as he saw Clay standing there. "C-Clay...H-Hi..." Clay knew George was tired and in pain so he let him rest as Clay stayed up and thought of things they could do to get out. It was only day one.

A few hours later George had finally woken up. "H-Hey Clay..." George said with a slight smile on his face as he took a real look at Clay. "George! Hi!! How are you feeling?"

"In a lot of pain but I think I can make it" George said with his smile growing. Clay couldn't help but smile. He wouldn't know what to do here by himself.

"Aww look at the little faggots in there jail cells!! Are ya'll going to kiss through the bars? Awww!!" Clay watched the other laugh as he walked away. "George please ignore them okay?" Clay knew George didn't do well in situations like this. "George what about we just head to bed for the night okay? We both really need the rest. We have no idea what it has in store for us..." Clay was right. The work might be harder or it might be easier. "Okay..." George said as he walked to his bed.

"Wait George" Clay said as George turned around and came back to the bars. Clay reached his hand to the bar signaling George to do the same. Clay grabbed Georges hands as he looked deep into his eyes. "George listen to me. We are going to get out of here. I know I've said this a lot but I really mean it." Clay had a feeling in his gut he would find a way out of this. Even if it meant breaking out...

"I know Clay." George said as he smiled and let go of Clays hands and went back to his bed. "Goodnight George" Clay said as he headed back to his bed. George had already fallen asleep Clay had noticed as he went to check on him after he hadn't said anything for awhile. Clay smiled as he looked at George. He slept so peaceful. It made Clay feel safe in a way. Clay finally went to bed.

The night set as the two dreamt through the night.