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Butch

He was not expecting Dominique to strike him against the cheek, thus you can imagine how he lost his balance against the powerful force of the slap. Butch did more than stumble and stagger, no if it weren't for the wall behind him he would have dropped to the ground. Butch clapped his sweaty hand against the wall trying to prevent his fall. Butch then learned his words hurt people the most, the tongue was his secret weapon. And he also learned to never ever use it against Dominique. It was the first time Butch did not fight back, though the sting and burn against his face screeched with soreness. But it was not necessarily the pain that punctured him, but that he couldn't believing that he caused damage beyond repair.

“You disgust me Butch Hertz."

Its over, he told himself as those words rang through his ears and girded around his head. There would be nothing else to convince him of otherwise- he has done the unforgivable. So why they ever loved each other for a thread of time will forever be a mysterious and never rekindled. Butch was one who never rushed to give up, but there was nothing he presumed he could do to make her forgive him.

"You think I just watched the other’s die without doing anything? There wasn’t anything I could do! I can’t shoot at an enemy I can’t even see! If I do that I can do more damage than help, I can hit innocent. I can even hit teammates. You think I live a carefree life without even thinking about them? Well let me tell you then, Butch, I hate myself for not being able to help them. I hate the fact that I survived when other’s didn’t. But there is nothing I can do about it, sure I could have killed myself but that would been even more disrespectful towards them. I would throw away the gift that I got and they didn’t.”

Butch did not know what he said would effect her so deeply, and he never saw Dominique sweat nor bled. He wanted to straight up apologize, but he didn't believe she would accept it. Butch could not empathize with her, he didn't have anything or anyone that he cared about more than himself other than Dominique but he terminated his chances on ever being with her, well at least in his eyes. These comrades of Dominique must of been very close to her if she neared herself towards giving up her life.

“But I am so sorry that I didn’t get my head blown to pieces, you would have liked that wouldn’t you? That would had spared you so much trouble. You could walk around here playing God without even a care in the world and it’s not like you would even find out about it. But let me cheer you up with the fact that my head is blown to pieces either way, every night I dream nightmares about it. I can’t sleep, not even the sleeping pills I got helps. I don’t want to sleep because they are always waiting for me in there, haunting me.”

No, Butch wouldn't ever wish for Dominique dead not even if she took away his position and had him kicked out of Morus, even if she caused him to lose his job- the only thing to define his life. But with the hateful speech thrown earlier, seemed so clearly as if he did. And the fact that she couldn't sleep, perhaps couldn't even think with their voices screaming, and not even being able to close her eyes afraid visions of their distorted faces of suffering would form. Butch grew a hunger, not a lust, not a selfish desire for a woman, but a hunger to be the guardian- to wrap a barrier of comfort and serenity around her on those endless nights- but it was far too late for him to think of such actions.

With no words spoken Butch exited the room, looking pathetic as he pressed his palm against his aching cheek there to remind him of the big mistake he made. He has taken worse blows, but the story behind it was like no other. He felt faint and tried to put his mind of something else after his body traveled up the elevator, but it seemed impossible. Finally to his quarters he entered the living after punching his pass code to the keypad. Butch walked to his computer and began to type of the report of what happened in the session, attempted to forget what happened.

Session #2

It has been classified Mei Archer holds a special bond to her sister Vega. Mei refused to shift her crime upon another individual, though she denies being guilty. The FRD- 001 had been injected into Mei and she reacted exceedingly to blades being thrown, blood, and her sister. It is obvious she will not fight back under stress, pain, or even physical discomfort. If Mei Archer did kill Daryl Court then she is playing the act of a pitiful helpless woman, and the only way to test that is if I were to make her snap. Further test will reveal who Mei Archer really is...

It was short and Butch didn't have to go into further details about what happened the Warden saw everything, she always sees everything. Still depressed over the whole crisis Butch sat against his sofa, picking up a bottle of whiskey, looking at it. Most men would drink their sorrows away, however Butch hated the drunken feeling and the aftermath hangovers of it. Thus he set the bottle down, refusing to take a sip. He walked into his bathroom were he began to wet his hands and splash water into his face moist of sweat. He turned his cheek to Dominique's hand-print; for the first time he was blamed himself for what had happened. With fury Butch smashed the mirror above his sink, crashing his fist into the reflection of, well him.

Petra

Is she really talking to herself? You've got to be kidding me Petra was not sure what she getting herself into, why wasn't the lunatic jumping on her and clawing against her face, this wasn't right. However Petra knew she had to fight anyways, it was a brawl after all. Petra's opponent didn't even seem eager to fight by the way she hesitantly approached Petra and weakly struck her leg, not even hurting in the slightest bit of the matter. When the girl did raise her leg up Petra knew it was perfect timing to knock her off balance. So when Alva picked her leg upwards, Petra sweep her stronger leg underneath the girl while grabbing her neck and shoulder and then quickly throwing her to the ground. With Alva on the ground, Petra plunged her bare feet into the girl's stomach, it felt like a slaughter Petra.

Petra could of launched punches on the girl, but she did not want want it look like she was beating a mentally-ill prisoner to unconsciousness. Thus she stepped back hoping the girl would do something.