Snippet #2547652

Petra

“Mei Archer…”

Petra's eyes widen when the girl announced her name quietly. "Wait," started Petra. "You mean Mei Archer, the insanely brave girl that assassinated Councilor Court? Damn girl, you're ballsy."

Petra walked over the wastebasket in the cell and dumped the bloody wraps of paper. Washing her hands she continued, "Didn't think I would room with my hero."

Now turning to stare once again the scrawny beaten girl. "But I have an odd feeling that you were really framed for all of this. Heh... First assassination, you're name will go down in the history books, sweetie. They must of thought that you were one dangerous girl, sent you straight to Morus like no tomorrow didn't even wait to transport you with the other prisoners. So don't worry, in two days new fresh meats like you will be storming. Poor souls, they say we are sent here because we're murderous and menacing, but to me, it seems like everyone of us threaten the council in some type of form or fashion."

Petra sat on the ground tapping the glass barrier blocking them from leaving their cell. "Yeah, its fair enough if I tell you why I'm here, sweetie. Treachery, raised in a rebellion group... led a rebellion group. Now, I paying for my carelessness of getting capture. Been here for nine years now, and they're never going to let me out... Wish I could be free, but there's cameras everywhere. I mean how are you suppose to escape when your enemy always knows what your next move is?"

Petra stood up and turned around at Mei again. "But that's where you and me slip right out of this place. Look at you... Bet you want to go home already."

Suddenly a buzzer sounded, and that meant that it was lunch time. "Sweetie, get behind me and follow me at all cost, yes?"
The glass barriers were lifted one by one as each prisoner knew to stand in a single file line.

"Stay aligned!" shouted a dark skinned female wearing her black guards helmet, which was odd, most guards don't wear their helmet until riots, however she was being prepare. "I said... Stay aligned!" With a cold heart, the brutal cop cracked her baton against the thigh muscle of a convict five people away from Mei and Petra. The convict whimpered and limped into her placement.

In the mess hall there was about a hundred table able to hold six people comfortable per table. There were your different cliques, the crazies, the tough ones, the convicts just willing to start a fight with anyone. Petra and Mei sat near Petra's buddies. Pushing the mushy pieces around she regretted her words by saying, "Aww... Never mind."
Petra lifted a band aid. "I rather eat something that's crawling..."

Butch

“Captain! Stop! ... Butch stop this!”

Butch ignored her at first until her felt her tug- her hands. It has been years seen he last felt her touch. He allowed her to push him off he step back to watch her.

“Butch, you are acting like a little kid! You can’t start hitting innocent people like that, we only talked! It's me who you are angry at so if you're going to hit anyone you should hit me. And I am not yours to possess Butch, if I want to talk to other people I can do that, I can talk to anyone I want. We are not dating anymore so you can’t control what I do and I’m not going to change my mind! Not when you are acting like this!”

Butch was quiet for the first time, but his hands still remained tensed though he was holding fists. This was not intentionally, he didn't mean to hurt Greg he was mad. The angry felt... uncontrollable. He looked down sorrowfully, he didn't like it when Dominique yelled at him, probably because it felt uncomfortable, because well, for most of his life he got away with things, as long as the job was getting done it didn't matter what he did in between. Butch remained his face downward even when Dominique poked him against the chest.

“Now you are going to help Greg up and apologize for your childish behavior. If you don’t do that I am going to court and I'm going to ask for a restraining order. You may be the captain of the guard force here at Morus but I was a highly appreciated resource at the main land. So if I want a restraining order I get one.”

The words she spoke was true, but he didn't want that, not one bit.

"It won't have to lead to that..." he muttered as he grabbed Greg and gently picked him up. The man looked dead, but hopefully he just passed out. "Promise..."

Butch spent the next two hours waiting for Greg away from unconsciousness. It was fortunately proven that he was still alive but won't be able to get back up and work for the next four days. Sitting there right next to Greg's bed Butch glanced at what anger can do to a man. No one was as bold or smart as Dominique to tell him what to do. By making his face his own monster, it made look into the deeps and abyss of his dark, dark soul.

Butch lifted his fist and then stared at Greg's face- broken nose, fractured jaw, black eye, two teeth knocked out. Greg's good eye slowly opened up surprised to see Butch. "What are... doing here... Captain?" Greg tried to choke out.

"Sorry... I just want her... So bad...," Butch lowly confessed eyes staring at the ground.

With a crooked painfully smile Greg responded, "Heh... Women... They can drive a man insane... I guess... Never had one."

"Listen, Greg. Chill at the lounge, I won't stop you."

Butch would never let office workers into the staff lounge, it was a place to let off some steam, like a club almost. Butch would say it was a place only for Morus's real workers- the guards.

"Really, man? Thanks..."

Meanwhile with Dominique

It has been two hours seen the tragic event with and Greg and Butch. However, suddenly the phone started to ring in Dominique's office. When answered the caller spoke, "Capwell, meet me in my quarters. This is the warden speaking."