Snippet #2551801

Petra

When Petra spotted the girl moving she backed away from the hole, as far as she could be from it. The punching and scratching at the wall didn't bother Petra that much for the fact Alva was not going to be to knock the entire wall down. But Petra wondered how she was able to use her hands, wasn't she given a straitjacket also. Probably, but as Petra can recall it when fighting her, Alva was wearing a regular prison outfit, actually all of the crazies did, why was Petra any different was it because she pulled a knife out in front of the cops? Questions bubbled, but Petra couldn't be bothered with that now. No, the screaming was what disturbed, it happened all over again.

Petra staggered to the window of the solid metal door blocking her from leaving the cell. She bashed her head against the window forcefully, trying get the cops attention. Yeah, it made her look like a lunatic but Petra was desperate to escape. "Someone get me the hell out of here!" she hollered violently throwing her body against the door. The commotion from the two would get other insane prisoners riled up. Two cops stormed over their cells, both women. "Shut up or I'll make you!" they barked slammed batons against the doors. "I'm going to count to three if your not quiet then I'm coming in there. One... Two... Three." Silence fell over the two prisoners, the cops began to walk away but Petra couldn't hold her tongue. "Listen," Petra started, the policewomen paused. "I'm sane, I shouldn't be here. Just test me! Let a doctor check!"

The woman turned away and marched towards Petra's door until she unlocked it. She then took off Petra's stray jacket, wher now Petra wore her tank-top. "Yes," Petra spoke to herself. "You're getting out of here!" Petra stood up graciously saying, "T-thank you!"

But thankfulness was folly for the woman rammed her baton abrasively, Petra felt the strike crash into her stomach as her back bent, grasping it. "No," she gasped, biting tongue, taking in the pain. "I'm not crazy. I--" Another strike from the baton plunged except this time it was against her back, knocking her against the ground. Petra had always tried to prevent pissing off any cops, but now she knew how Mei felt when whatever she did they wouldn't disbelieve their assumptions. "I... Said... Shut... Up!" After each paused, Petra was chastise by the baton, it hammering against her back. "Understand!"

Weakly crying and whimpering, Petra choked, "Y-yes, ma'am. I u-under... stand." The cop left leaving Petra weeping on the ground shaking and forlorn. She wanted to die just like Mei first wanted to, Petra then regretted telling Mei to drop dead with that attitude. The junkyard felt like a wake up call, telling Petra life isn't about jokes and laughter, no it reminded her that she was in prison.

Butch

"No, I didn't. Well yes it was fine but that was not what I wanted to do but it wasn't my right to decide what I should do with my life obviously. It was the best of those options I had but if I had gotten to choose what to do that wouldn't even be in the back of my mind."

"Yeah," he muttered, not caring about what he freely said as long as it didn't offend Dominique. He continued not to look at anyone, he didn't want to look into Dominique's in memory of his outrage, and not into Mei in memory of his sins and corruptions. "Freedom is an illusion, someone is always going to have power over another." He paused, digesting what he just said. Wait, the council supports an illusion they are the ones with power. He shrugged. Well duh, but does someone control the council? It was like he was having a conservation with himself, thinking for once. But he also started thinking Why isn't Dominique asking her questions? Why is she always waiting for me to do something? No, why is she always waiting for me screw up? Always... watching. Butch believe the Warden sent Dominique to work with him, not to study him. Was this interrogation room for him and not in a good way. "Uhm, never mind. What is it that you wanted to do with your life?"