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Dominique Capwell

"Sometimes I feel like turning back time, but at the moment no. Just no."

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a character in “Morus 02”, as played by Lyysa

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ImageName
Dominique Capwell

Age
28

Gender
Female

Appearance
What to say about Dominique's looks, she's not what most people would call cute at first glance since she always has a serious and harsh look on her face. Well that's until she's amused, not at work or drinking - when smiling all that harshness disappears and leaves a childish look. She has short chestnut brown hair and eyes. When it comes to body types her's the shape of a pear, the chest is not something to mention while her hips is the most feminine part of the body.

Height
5'7''

Weight
145 Pounds

Tattoos/Scars/Markings/Piercings
She has a pretty big scar over her left shoulder from a bullet wound.

Personality
Dominique is a woman who takes her work seriously, she always want to be at the top of the game and won't tolerate anything getting in the way between her and her way back. What once was a mental fortress that couldn't be penetrated has started to crumble since her accident, from being an ice queen who thought she was invincible and by that didn't need mere humans to accompany her she has turned into kind of a mess on the inside. She don't know what to do with herself anymore, she wants to join her SWAT unite once more but the injury makes that less likely day by day so now she's just confused - who is she without that sniper rifle? What should she do with her life? She loves her job, but she doesn’t want to just be an office worker all her life because of her disability.
When not at work she's just a normal woman with high ambitions who enjoys to surround herself with positive energy if possible, she tries to avoid things that drags her down.
Maybe I should mention that she most likely has Asperger Syndrome.

Likes
- Stars
- Target shooting
- Wine
- Justice
- Betting
- Things that are cozy - can be clothes, pillows, excetra

Dislikes
- Quarrels
- Nighttime
- Sleeping alone because of recurring nightmares
- Flirts
- Losing
- Coffee

Sense of Humor
Dominique can giggle at the tiniest thing she thinks amusing, when it comes to the things she doesn't find amusing it's things that are meant to hurt the other part. Sarcasm, mean jokes or just laughing when others get into trouble.

Fears
- Thunderstorms
- Dolls
- Dying alone
- Death by itself

Skills
Aiming - can handle hand guns and sniper rifles, Quick reflexes, Flawless eyesight

Disadvantages
Recurring pain in the left shoulder which makes her unable to move that arm from time to time, Mentally fragile, Slow when processing information due lack of sleep

Ranking
At the main land she was part of the National Task Force (or with another name a SWAT unit) handling the sniper, but since her accident she has been through rehabilitation and now been sent to Morus 02 as a part of the program. When it comes to Morus 02 she's just as influential as an office worker.

Equipment
Dominique always carries her gun, a 45MW.TRG Dominator which is the iconic handgun carried by enlisted military and police officers. The gun is able to determine the identity of its holder, each individual gun can only be heard by the user currently registered to it. The gun has two modes: Non-Lethal Paralyzer and Lethal Eliminator.
Under her work uniform which contains a white shirt, black pen skirt and blazer she wears a vest that attenuates punches and kicks.

History
Dominique was one of those kids who dreamt of being a superhero when she got older, she never got to be a superhero but something close to it. She had a pretty normal youth, with a normal family. She always followed her big brother around and as she grew older she followed in his footsteps - protecting others weaker than her that got in trouble. She was her own little superhero.

As a grownup she had stopped calling herself Supergirl but she still saved people in need - as a police woman. At the beginning she was just a normal patrolling officer but worked her way up until she got a new assignment - which contained learning how to deal with sniper rifles. Her perfect aim with just a normal hand gun hadn't gone unnoticed and she was called in to join a SWAT unit. Which she loved, she never wanted to quit. She could save more people now than she could have done anywhere else. The killing or hurting the bad guys didn't bother her, they were all bad. Really bad since her unite had been contacted. She made the world a favor by bringing them to justice even in wheelchairs.

Everything was going well and she was enjoying life when the accident happened, the night she got shot. Well the councils spies had discovered what they believed to be terrorist (well revolutionaries) lurking in her units district so they were sent in to deal with it. She just did was she always did, was lurking on the top of the nearby building keeping an eye on the environment for the others. It seemed to go as planned in the beginning but as soon as the unit had infiltrated the house gunfire started. Somehow the revolutionaries knew that they would be attacking and was just waiting for them. Dominique who couldn't do anything since she couldn't see the enemy could just watch how her comrades tried to fight back. That was why she didn't notice the other sniper who had showed up on the other building, apparently not a fully trained in handling snipers however since he missed her vitals and only hit her shoulder. But he hit it really bad, he was killed just after that by the other one handling snipers in her unite.

That was when she was 25, she has now been through surgeries many time in an attempt to fix the damaged nerves and muscle in her shoulder. But it still isn't fine, it dosen't hurt all the time and she can move the left arm almost as freely as before. From time to time she experiences sharp pain from that ingury and when that happens she can't move the arm since it makes it hurt even more. Now at the age of 28 she has been through rehabilitation to be able to go back to work but they decided that she should start with something not to "hard". So she was sent to Morus 02 to work in the office/background mostly. Well she wasn't that happy about that since her teenage sweetheart was working there, and to make it even worse while she had to start from the beginning he had rosen in grades. Dominique dosen't dislike him or anything, she just can't accept some of his... peculiarites. She likes him sometimes and sometimes not. It depends on how he acts.

Family
Father
Nigel Capwell
- Bank director
- Workaholic, almost never at home

Mother
Kara Capwell
- Housewife
- Sympathetic and caring mother

Brother
Vince Capwell (30)
- Military
- Caring big brother
- Dominique's role model

So begins...

Dominique Capwell's Story

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Character Portrait: Dominque Capwell Character Portrait: Dominique Capwell Character Portrait: Butch Hertz

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Butch exited his quarters by entering an elevator. Through the elevator he stopped on a floor with Morus's office rooms multiple background and criminal files of the prisoners. Near the office rooms led a hall to the interrogation rooms. He made his way to window to speak with whoever keeps tabs on the files. He looked through the glass, making eye contact to Dominique Capwell.

He cracked a smug smirk with eyes squinting as he spoke, "Dominique," which was not like him being very informal by calling her first name and was actually a sign of disrespect, but he was a higher rank than her so nobody but perhaps her saw the disrespect.

"How did you get on Morus? If you really wanted to talk, you could of just answered my calls. Did you just desire my presence so much you requested to join?"

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Dominique had already arrived yesterday, but that day only included a guided tour around the ship and making herself at home in what now was her room. She was already sick of it. This was not what she had imagined doing when studying so hard. She was happy that they gave her a second chance, but why did it have to be here of all places? She would have been happier if it was just a normal police station on earth. Today she got to work however, that made her feel a little better. But she still couldn't sleep after taking her medication so she had been at the desk since way too early in the morning but she liked to have something to do again. It made her feel like someone again.

She was just moving things around on the desk since she didn't have much to do, she had already done everything they had asked her to prepare, when she saw someone moving at the corner of her eyes. The excitement she felt at the beginning since she guessed she would get to do something again quickly died when she saw who it was. The last person she wanted to meet in here, Butch Hertz. At first she felt like standing up and walking out of there but that was mostly her tiredness that was speaking. She didn't feel like dealing with him right now. She wasn't prepared to deal with this now. But this was work and work required her to give him assistance and then she had to do it, so she sat there and met his eyes when he stopped in front of the glass.

"Dominique"

If this was anywhere else but at her work desk, at any other time, maybe - just maybe she would have gotten happy hearing him call her name once again. In person, not over the phone - she stopped listening to the messages a long time ago. They were pretty much the same anyway. Well to be honest she would most certain had gotten happy. But now she was at work, and that smirk didn't help at all. It created a really unpleasant itch on the inside and she wanted to tell him off for doing it, but she didn't have the influence required to do that. She did try to stay professional and not get upset but she couldn't help the annoyed wrinkle that showed up on her forehead.

"How did you get on Morus? If you really wanted to talk, you could just answered my calls. Did you just desire my presence so much you requested to join?"

As calm as she could she tried to respond with a smile but her voice was still as chilly as it was many years ago, "I'm here to work not talk, if I had any other opinion I would not have come here. But they wanted me to try once again at this place so you just have to put up with that I'm also here at the moment. I have no intention to trouble you and how you choose to spend your time and I hope that you will show me the same respect."

The smile had disappeared quickly into the statement but she put it on once again while dying on the inside, this made her rot on the inside. She was supposed to be at his level by now but no... It felt like a loss and she hated it, it made her almost spit out the last words. "So... what can I do for you Mr. Hertz?"

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"I'm here to work not talk, if I had any other opinion I would not have come here. But they wanted me to try once again at this place so you just have to put up with that I'm also here at the moment. I have no intention to trouble you and how you choose to spend your time and I hope that you will show me the same respect."

Butch smiled widen as he heard the sass in her voice. He pressed his hand against the glass leaning over closer to her face. For now he was pressing on her nerves on purpose, trying to get out of her fake professional behavior. If he drilled a little harder perhaps she would change her tone. He just wanted to know if she was the same Dominique over tens ago, besides he loved it when she got all feisty.

"So... what can I do for you Mr. Hertz?"

"Its Captain Hertz if you want to go all formal. Meaning, I am captain of the guard force here in Morus 02, second in command, I practically own this place with allowance of the warden. But come on, she hibernates in her quarters, only a few have been invited to visit her, including me. But don't worry, darling we don't have to be professional about this."

Just what he wanted, to sound impulsive and disgusting. It was something he in interrogations, violate the emotions and feelings of his victim, expect he did not see Dominique as a victim but a girl who made him happy than ever, made him forget the horrors of the world or at least learn how to settle them. He wonder if he could rekindle that happiness. But the whole feeling of him loving her did not set in quite yet. He seems to pushing a relationship be doing this to gain benefits for himself, and Butch also wanted to know why he loved a person with a complete opposite personality in the past.

"Besides why are you sitting in a desk, I thought you like the fast paced action. You didn't go pacifist, right?
Or is that question considered 'talk' and 'a waste of your time', darling? Anyways, I need files on Vega and Mei Archer."

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When he raised his hand and leaned closer Dominique once again felt like standing up and walking away, he wasn't being professional. And that was really frustrating. It kind of felt like dealing with a bratty little boy, except he wasn't that small so she felt like the underdog which was nerve wracking.

"Its Captain Hertz if you want to go all formal. Meaning, I am captain of the guard force here in Morus 02, second in command, I practically own this place with allowance of the warden. But come on, she hibernates in her quarters, only a few have been invited to visit her, including me."

The captain... Hooray! It was worse than she thought, second in command. Well it was time to say goodbye to that goal, she was never going to surpass him. "Well congratulation captain, I guess you got what you wanted then. You always wanted to be the biggest and the baddest, and well isn't that just what you are now? I am so happy for you."

"But don't worry, darling we don't have to be professional about this.

Darling? Was he serious? This wasn't the respect she had asked for. As he came to the last part she flinched and averted her eyes from him. That was low... Really low. And at work also! This was humiliating. What was it that she had seen in him before? Seriously, he was a jerk. She hated this, this was why she didn't want to meet him just yet. Now she didn't even feel like it was fun to work anymore, she just wanted to leave the ship. If work was to put up with this also, no she didn't see the fun parts anymore.

"Besides why are you sitting in a desk, I thought you like the fast paced action. You didn't go pacifist, right?
Or is that question considered 'talk' and 'a waste of your time', darling? Anyways, I need files on Vega and Mei Archer."


As he went on her expression got angrier by the minute, she was so tired of this. "Well I am so sorry that my chest wasn't to your satisfaction captain darling, but that's none of your business anymore." She stood up and walked over to the archives and started looking for the files. When she finally found them she walked back to the desk and sent them out through the opening to him. "And no if they let me I would still be holding my sniper rifle instead of working at this stupid desk. But I guess you didn't care enough to find out about how I lost my job. I got shot and damaged the nerves in my shoulder, captain."

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Character Portrait: Mei Archer Character Portrait: Dominque Capwell Character Portrait: Dominique Capwell Character Portrait: Butch Hertz

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Butch backed off of the window as Dominique exited her desk and migrated to the files. Butch then leaned against the wall right besides the window, arms folded. "I didn't care about how you look, Dominique. I was the top of my class, popular, and good-looking. But I chose you from a handful of beautiful girls- not saying that you aren't beautiful- that would throw themselves at me. Why you? Because you believed in me first. Why can't you now? Because I changed, got worse? Yes and no. I piss you off now because you left me then. Anyways... You were always attractive when aggravated."

"And no if they let me I would still be holding my sniper rifle instead of working at this stupid desk. But I guess you didn't care enough to find out about how I lost my job. I got shot and damaged the nerves in my shoulder, captain."

Butch not care about Dominique, yes perhaps, but he blamed her for his apathy. And he also had no idea, with the ignoring of his calls and avoiding his contact how could he find out? Enraged by her words he slammed his fist against the glass with few cracks forming. His knuckles remained pressed firmly on the glass, face leaned inches away from the barrier of glass, their eyes meant directly the only thing separating them was the glass.

"You can blame me for everything; you hate me forever, but don't say I never cared about you! If you never pushed me away I would of stood beside you ready to take that bullet, prepared to end what I was bred for. Why I love you still, I don't know. Guess its because you changed my heart when most doubt I even had one. I slipped and stumbled to be the heroic man you desired and you let me fall."

He snatched the files from the opening and marched off down the interrogation hall. He already read the files so he didn't really did not look over them, Butch just notice Dominique there so he went to over to talk to her. Butch entered the room holding Mei Archer. The villainous woman was sitting upon a wooden stool, strapped to her neck was a shock collar. Cruel method, but it was something he says is easy enough to start off the first interrogation session.

Before he faced Mei, Butch slapped the files against the table pushed against the wall. Turning to Mei he tightly held a controller for the shocker collar.

"I don't know what the hell you were thinking when poisoning Councilor Count, but I will break you!"

He triggered the device sending electric volts transmitting into her body through the neck starting at a low 0.08. However that still can be tormenting knowing that nerve damage occurs at 0.18.

He smiled and chuckled while hearing her reaction shouting, "Sing little bird, sing! Listen, either you will answer my questions correctly and efficiently or you will continue to perform your concert Your choice."

He paced back and forth before continuing, "Did you kill Daryl Court?"

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Dominique

"I didn't care about how you look, Dominique. I was the top of my class, popular, and good-looking. But I chose you from a handful of beautiful girls- not saying that you aren't beautiful- that would throw themselves at me. Why you? Because you believed in me first. Why can't you now? Because I changed, got worse? Yes and no. I piss you off now because you left me then. Anyways... You were always attractive when aggravated."

Wasn't he praising himself a little too much? He wasn't that top notch, there were better people out there. With that personality there where many people out there who was better, seriously what had she been thinking back then? She needed to sit down and think over her taste in men someday, at least learn how to see through the acts.

"You can blame me for everything; you hate me forever, but don't say I never cared about you! If you never pushed me away I would of stood beside you ready to take that bullet, prepared to end what I was bred for. Why I love you still, I don't know. Guess its because you changed my heart when most doubt I even had one. I slipped and stumbled to be the heroic man you desired and you let me fall."

Dominique stared at his fist as it hit the surface, she was so happy that there was a glass wall between them. If else that would have hurt... She studied the cracks, it would have hurt a lot. She wasn't one of those who was scared of things that hurt, she had survived worse things than a punch to the face - but still this made her heart skip a beat. Butch was scarier than she remembered, maybe she had refined the memory of him a little... Or he had changed since they last saw each other. It was probably both of them.

As he walked away she could breathe again, feeling sorry for whoever it was that had to meet him now. She leaned back in her chair and sighed, "Would have taken the bullet huh... But didn't even take the time to read my files..." She placed the arm over her face and mumbled, "Man I feel stupid for following his career now..."

Mei

Uhm... What was she doing here? How did this happen? What's with this room? Why does she wear a collar? There where many question bubbling in Mei's head as she sat in the lonely room just staring at the walls. Waiting for something apparently, but she wasn't really sure what. Maybe the strange people had told her that but if that was the case she had forgotten because everything was... to much. She didn't know how to handle all this information. It was all very strange. Well she did know something and that was that everyone seemed to be sure that it was her who had killed some old man... Or something like that. Apparently a important man... Well, Mei was most certain that she didn't do it. That was the only thing she was certain of right now, but somehow she ended up in here anyway...

As a man marched into the room Mei's body stiffened by instinct, well it was probably because of the unpleasant aura he sent out. And he didn't look so nice more hostile as he slammed the papers in the table and walked around. Maybe he had a rough day? She most certainly had so she understood. She wasn't happy either, this was no fun.

"I don't know what the hell you were thinking when poisoning Councilor Count, but I will break you!"

Oh, he was one of them... Mei was just going to protest and say that she didn't poison that ridiculous little man when she felt the sudden pain flowing from her neck and down. It was frightening and hurt, she didn't like pain. So she couldn't stop the sudden stream of tears that over flowed, it hurt so bad.

"Sing little bird, sing! Listen, either you will answer my questions correctly and efficiently or you will continue to perform your concert Your choice."

She liked the man less and less by the minute, he was mean! She didn't want to participate anymore she wanted to go home. As he continued to walk around in the room she sobbed pitifully.

"Did you kill Daryl Court?"

Mei shook her head violently, "N-No...I didn't..."

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Character Portrait: Mei Archer Character Portrait: Dominique Capwell Character Portrait: Butch Hertz

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Butch tilted his head as he viewed her sobbing, it seemed... odd. Who would murder Daryl Court, most definitely not a person of Mei's description. The elder was already near death, why poison him? Besides, was he really seen a threat upon the other councilors. No, Court was rather very supportive of giving the citizens more free will in choosing careers. He was outnumbered when constantly arguing that we should return to the old ways of working towards a certain occupation of one's choice. But the other councilors thought that without control of a society then they would result in another Great War. The Great War lasted for sixteen long and cruel years, that was barely a century ago. Court was also the most relative leader among the other superiors, he attended public events and ceremonies; the funniest and sweetest. Daryl Court resembled Santa Clause almost, jolly belly, thick white beard, warm laughter. Why assassinate him; why not Saul Wilkes or Amanda Armstead, the two bore the disgusting gritty odor of distaste for the weak, in fact, numerous speeches of theirs included the strong belief of naturalism and survival of the fittest.
Why Daryl?

"N-No...I didn't..."

"Wrong answer!" he roared fiercely lifting his left and plunging- no more like digging the heel of his boot into her stomach hurling her weak and fragile body to the cement flooring. The metal stool loudly collapsed to the ground beside her arm. Butch picked his foot up above her hand, preparing to crush it if she did not satisfy him. Before he answered his question, Butch glared at the camera hung on the ceiling and blinked his eyes twice signaling that the person monitoring the session dim the lights. Darkness, everyone fears it some way or another, it makes you feel... vulnerable.

The became darker, shadows crept the room, hugged Butch's face, but his eyes... his eyes built with destruction and remorse seemed demonic especially with the background. "Why did you kill Daryl? Revenge? Lust? Or are you just insane? Because we have a special place for our crazies."

Would it be a better choice? Leave and deal with a whole bunch of lunatics or stick with this one?

In the Monitoring Room...

Gregory Shelton sat reclined in his seat, feet propped against the desk squinted and observing Butch's motives. Greg has been at Morus for half a year though has never seen Butch Hertz entertain an interrogation, most of the time he is relaxing the lounge or resting in room. He occasionally comes out to observe the prison's state, but it was terifying to see how he was brutally treating the poor girl. Greg wished that he could speak up, but was the bold enough- no.

After dimming the lights for Butch he stood up, he just needed to step away from it all and refill his coffee cup. Standing up, Greg was six foot but extremely skinny and lanky, age 29, his dirty blonde hair rarely ever combed just tangled and shaggy. He had an ugly hawk nose and oily face, but beautiful bright blue eyes showing the innocents inside him. Greg wore a long sleeve white shirt under a cute green sweater vest, khakis, and wore out sneakers. Hiding his eyes were a pair of thick rimmed glasses. And Greg's posture was always a poor one, hunched over. He exited the room saw that new woman Butch was harassing?

She looked stressed and Greg wanted to cheer her up, he was just that type of nice guy. And because he was a nice guy most of the woman guarding Morus had a bitter taste of him, not only because of unappreciative looks but also because he was seen as a wimp and a push over. But maybe she was nice.

"How are you?" he asked politely with a cheery smile but then thought in the back of his head to himself, No you, idiot! How are you?! Of course she's not fine! No one's fine when they have to deal with Butch for longer than five seconds.

"Errr... Sorry... S-should have ask you that..."

His cheeks were getting heated as he blushed with embarrassment.

"Butch he's not the..."

He looked around in fear of Butch's presence.

"Nicest guy... A bully really... Did you know him? Sorry, wait, too personal?"

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Mei

"Wrong answer!"

Wrong answer? How could it be the wrong answer? How could he decide what was right and wrong? He wasn't even there when it happened! Mei was busy arguing on the inside as the foot suddenly hit her, the air in her lungs was pushed out by the impact as she found herself flying backwards. It was scary and it felt like everything inside her had got mashed by his foot, even if her little flight was over as fast as it had begun it felt like forever for her. The fear of hitting the ground made it all unbearable, why was this happening? As her head hit the hard ground she closed her eyes tight and cried out by the pain that exploded on the inside.

Shaking like a leaf she tried to curl up into a ball to protect herself as she coughed up blood from the last hit. Her defense tactic didn't work that well since her body hurt too much too even move an inch. With panic filled eyes she watched as the man placed his foot over her hand, she wanted to scream for help but she knew that even if she did no help would show up. She knew enough to figure out that the man was with the so called good guys and she was somehow the bad one..? He didn't look that good as he stood there fretting to stomp on her hand while the lights went out. He wasn't human, she was trapped in a room with a demon!

"Why did you kill Daryl? Revenge? Lust? Or are you just insane? Because we have a special place for our crazies."

Mei swallowed and stared at his foot once again, if she said no would he do it? But she didn't do it... Maybe she should try to appeal to his intellect by saying just how it happened?

"I-I didn't kill him... I just served him his drink... There wasn't anything in it when I got it and there wasn't anything in it when I gave it to him! I-I don't know anything!"

Dominique

After a moment of self despite she sighed one last time before deciding to "man up" and just get to work again. No need to be mopping around because of what once was, there were a bright future in front of her. She was positive. Or kind of positive... At least she had a future. That's the only thing that counts, right?

"How are you? Errr... Sorry... S-should have ask you that..."

A little startled by the sudden voice she looked over at the man, where did he come from? Why didn't she see him when approaching? Well this was just evidence she needed to focus, get her priorities right. Work first, personal issues can wait until she's alone. But what an odd question, didn't you usually say Hi or What's your name? Well he realized his own mistake pretty fast and Dominique couldn't help but smile when he suddenly turned red. Blushing, that was not something she thought she would experience here.

"Butch he's not the... Nicest guy... A bully really... Did you know him? Sorry, wait, too personal?"

Dominique's smile died fast when the second sentence was uttered, "I know that. I know it way to well, we attended the training together and some things... Happened... Well let's just say it didn't end to well and he has been angry at me for it ever since then. So no need to excuse him, it's my own fault it got like this."

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Butch

"I-I didn't kill him... I just served him his drink... There wasn't anything in it when I got it and there wasn't anything in it when I gave it to him! I-I don't know anything!"

Butch prepared to stomp her hand into a fleshy soup consisting blood and bones, however he stepped back and knelt down beside the weeping girl. He grasped her hand softly, pushing it towards his face. "Don't know anything?" he asked mockingly with fake sympathy. "Or don't remember, maybe I can jog your memory..."

He lifted Mei's pinkie finger and snapped it out of joint, breaking the bone off from its proper placement. When breaking a bone, it doesn't quite hurt unless you see how ugly and distorted it seems to have your bone rearranged. Of course you are going feel some pain like a disturbing stinging. But some people take it differently then others.

"Wrong answer, again....," Butch snarled standing back up and facing away from the girl. To add the cherry on top, Butch triggered 0.1 amps in Mei. He wasn't quite looking for any answer but was trying to capture her character and the way she dealt with pain and stress. Butch was testing her and would continue with the tests until he found what made her soft, and apparently pain was not getting answer so far.

"This concludes our first session, be prepared to return tomorrow..."

Butch slammed the controller on the table before he faced her and imprisoned her wrist with a pair of hand cuffs. He gripped her shoulders and threw Mei out of the room, body smacked against the hallway floor.

"Walk forward, until I tell you stop, understand?"

As Mei walked out he had to enter through the hall with Dominique's office. There in the wide space hall was set of two female guard waiting to lead Mei back to her cell. Mei being broken, bloody, and bruised Butch did not hesitant to harm her even out of the interrogation room. Butch knew Dominique would see Mei and he did not care one bit, the pain of the wretched girl was seen in the eyes of Butch as a trophy of his expertise.

One of the females ordered to retrieve Mei to her cell was Vanessa Colton, the woman Butch slept with the night before. He looked at her as if she was any typical guard in the prison with no care or concern about her. Because to him Vanessa was a present with the gift; had already opened what was wrapped, toyed with gift, grew tired of it like any child with become a trinket, and left it tainted. He saw most women as toys, but loved the ones that were hard to open.

But Vanessa gave Butch that look when a girl finds interest in man, as if her eyes showed her obsession with the fantasy that he loved her the same way. Her silly smile annoyed Butch, but the girl was cherishing the memory of the night before as if Butch really cared about her.

"Bring Mei Archer to her designated cell."

After the command Butch turned his body to spot that loser Greg talking to Dominique. He marched to the weak man as the three left. Clutching Greg's shirt collar he bashed the guy against the wall near the window, fist lifted and aim to fire.

"What do you think you are doing, wuss?!" Butch spat the weaker man's body upward. Greg on the other side was struggling in a panic attack, chest and throat tightening, twitching, rapid breathing, clammy hands, and constantly sweating.

"I--I--," Greg struggled to gasp as his body was struggled to manage terror.
"Can't... Brea.."

"Thought when I talked to her earlier made it clear that I claimed her! Maybe I need to make it clearer, wuss!"

Butch plunged Greg to the ground, jumping on him Butch struck his glass off him shouting with a punch per word, "Don't... You... Ever..--"

(Dominique interrupts him and...?)

Meanwhile with Mei...

Thrown to her octagonal cell Mei was shoved to lived with her cellmate. The woman was little older than Mei, however she looked strangely... happy. She was wearing the white prisoner slacks and a black tank-top. The woman was brushing her teeth when Mei arrived. After spitting she turned around to see what a mess her new cellmate had become. With empathy the woman picked up Mei and laid her against the bed.

"You look bad, sweetie," Mei spoke with a smile as if her face said, 'everything is going to be alright.'
"I am going to fix you all up, don't usually do this... But you're... helpless. Oh and the name's Petra, Petra Scout. You can call me Pete for short."

Petra wet toilet paper and cleaned the blood from Mei's lips and face. Petra then questioned, "Let me see your hand."

Petra grabbed Mei's hand and gently angled the finger correctly in order to put it back in place successfully. Then she swiftly snapped it back in place, and without medication that was immensely torturous. Petra grimaced but knew it had to be done, no one else was going to help the girl.

After that was done Petra then asked, "So, sweetie, what's your name?"

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Mei

"Don't know anything? Or don't remember, maybe I can jog your memory..."

Mei could only watch with eyes that got bigger by the minute as he picked up her hand, which she understood was a bad thing. Nothing of this was a good thing so this must be bad too. She could only watch as he suddenly broke her finger, she wanted to scream but it got stuck on the way, as a lump in her throat. A big uncomfortable lump. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but seeing it happen was terrifying.

"Wrong answer, again... This concludes our first session, be prepared to return tomorrow..."

Tomorrow? It was going to continue tomorrow? Mei felt like screaming out the frustration, but didn’t. What was the point. When he cuffed her she didn’t even try to resist, there was no meaning to it anyway. It was over. It didn’t matter that she told the truth, he didn’t listen. More like he didn’t care. Everyone had decided which the true answer was, so there wasn’t anything she could do. She was turning apathetic. She didn’t even react when he suddenly threw her out of the room, another fall to the ground didn’t do much. Her body was already protesting by all its might, she was broken.

"Walk forward, until I tell you stop, understand?"

Mei rose clumsily as he spoke, even if she didn’t he would just throw her around instead. And she was tired of it. She walked towards the female guards, assuming that it was where he wanted her to go. Looking at them with dim eyes as they started to lead her around the ship, not knowing really where they were taking her. But apparently it was her cell, well she looked forward to sleeping. Maybe she would wake up from this bad dream. Very realistic bad dream.

"You look bad, sweetie. I am going to fix you all up, don't usually do this... But you're... helpless. Oh and the name's Petra, Petra Scout. You can call me Pete for short."

How strange, the woman was actually nice. Mei watched her quietly as she started to clean her up. Was all the prisoners’ good people? Well how unexpected.

"Let me see your hand."

Mei tried to yank away her hand from her, no more pain. But she failed with protecting it and cried out when Petra put the finger back again. Once again sobbing and placing the hand close to her chest looking pitiful.

"So, sweetie, what's your name?"

Mei sobbed quietly, “Mei Archer…”

Dominique

Dominique was chatting happily with the man, Greg, when she saw the door open which Butch had entered. The girl who came out didn’t look to good, well she wasn’t that surprised. It was Butch. Even if the girl was a prisoner this was too much, why didn’t anyone say anything? Dominique sighed slightly at the thought, they were scared probably. When turning her attention towards Greg again she heard Butch’s voice as he spoke to the guards, which has ticked of Dominique since they showed up, she tried to ignore his voice. But that was easier said than done since his steps came closer. Faster than usual. Dominique looked over just as he passed by and dragged Greg with him.

"What do you think you are doing, wuss?!"

Dominique rose up quickly staring out the window at how Butch lifted up poor Greg, “Captain! Stop it!”

"Thought when I talked to her earlier made it clear that I claimed her! Maybe I need to make it clearer, wuss!"

As soon as Butch started punching the poor man Dominique sprang into action, rushing to the door leading out to the hall. It was more her protective instinct that sprang into action than anything else, she didn’t actually think it through at all before doing it.

“Captain! Stop! ... Butch stop this!” Dominique collected everything she had and pushed the big man of Greg, stepping forward so she stood between them. Trying to protect Greg from any more punches.

“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!”

She took a step closer towards him and pressed her finger at his 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.”

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“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."

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Mei

"Wait. You mean Mei Archer, the insanely brave girl that assassinated Councilor Court? Damn girl, you're ballsy. Didn't think I would room with my hero."

Mei sat there dumbstruck, how could anyone know her name? And brave? Her, really? It felt like they were – more like Petra – was talking about someone else. Which she was if you think about it. Mei just wanted to protest and say that she was innocent, but her new roomie liked to talk… There was no, not even small one, opportunities for Mei to speak up.

"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."

Surprised Mei looked up at her, she could tell that there was something wrong? What a relief, finally someone with enough intellect to understand that. And she didn’t even need to point it out. But did she really have to point out that about history books and stuff, it felt so wrong. Mei didn’t want to go down in the history books, not because of something like this really…

"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? But that's where you and me slip right out of this place. Look at you... Bet you want to go home already."

Well yeah… Of course she wanted to leave this place. Who wanted to be at a place like this? Well except the guards, they seemed to like it really much. Bastards… Mei looked down at her hand and the finger, this was a weird day indeed. Most people couldn’t say that they have had their finger broken and put back in place in the same day, maybe she should look at everything in a different point of view. This was a unique experience, even if it could be her last. But still unique.

When the buzzer sounds came up from nowhere Mei was confused at first, looking around trying to see where it came from. As Petra told her to follow she did obediently, too afraid of what would happen if she didn’t follow her older compadre’s direction. Which she was glad she did when she saw how they treated others which somehow didn’t meet the standard. Mei was most of the time fighting the urge to grab hold of Petra’s shirt because everything happening around her made her terrified, she just wanted a secure place to hold on to.

"Aww... Never mind. I rather eat something that's crawling..."

Mei gave her a confused look and for the first time since introducing herself got the chance to talk, “What do you mean?” She poked the food with a disgusted expression, “It’s better than nothing, right..?”

Dominique

After the fight it had been a quiet afternoon, nothing happened and Dominique had been mostly playing with the pencils. There wasn’t much more to do when nobody showed up and wanted assistance. So she had enough of time to think over the situation, even if she didn’t come up with anything concrete. It was always a good choice to sort out the thoughts, if the head was clear everything works smoothly. She had been thinking over what had happened many times, wondering to herself if she had just dug her own grave by doing so.

When the phone suddenly rang she hesitated to answer. What if it was bad news? Or it was just something to do? After pepping herself with the thought that it would just be a new task she could tackle she picked up the phone.

"Capwell, meet me in my quarters. This is the warden speaking."

Dominique’s heart sank like a stone, this was it. Her working days was over, she was going to be kicked of the ship. After one day. Now she had to reenter the training grounds to do something else with her life, like what? Bank employee? She didn’t want to do things like that.

“Of course, I head over right now.”

Dominique hung up and stared out the window. What to do? She sighed before standing up and closing the curtains, there were probably someone heading over to take her place right now. She stared at the desk, she hated this desk, but still. It was her only chance to get back and of course she had to leave her post which she shouldn’t do and secondly she had raised her voice and hand towards a senior which was placed so much higher than her in rank. On her first day. How stupid could someone be? She smacked the pencil holder of the table and walked out of the office.

As she walked down the halls it felt like the walk of shame. And it felt like everyone stared and judged her, but they didn’t. She was just so disappointed with herself. Everything was Butch’s fault, not hers. Why was she the only being called over? Well maybe he had been called over before her, probably been blaming her for everything. Dominique grinded her teeth’s, he always did that. Looked out for his own best interest.

As she arrived to her destination she took a deep breath, collecting herself. Building up her own mental fortress for the moment, she was not going to break down. She was going to take this as cool as anything else. She didn’t care. She looked around wondering to herself how she was supposed to announce that she was there, but decided to just walk up to the door and knock. Which was what she did. If that was wrong – who cares? Not her, she had better things to do. Like… trying to figure out what to do when she was back in her old apartment.

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“It’s better than nothing, right..?”

Petra smiled laughing though what Mei said was not quite hilarious, seemed like anything Mei said would have Petra and her buddies praise the woman not for her words but because of the fact that Mei Archer killed a Councilor member. But not only did her cellmate and the ones around the table despise the Council but the majority of the entire prison. But of course there were those who swam against the current, and those people were fast and deceptive. Council lovers who find some sneaking clever way to sabotage council threats, it was like they were brainwashed.

Eating barely half of food Petra laid down her spoon and turned Mei. "You know, you're going to get pretty famous around here. You're going to have people kissing the ground you walk on... Hell, if you wanted you could start your own prison gang, maybe even take over the whole place- well at least among us convicts. Don't forget about me, I'll always have your back, sweetie. Anyways--"

Petra stopped and watch on the tv screen, along with other few televisions aligned on the front wall. It was the news, the reporter spoke with quiet volume set on the device, "Mei Archer, age 24, once a server of the Unity Council later to be the assassin of Daryl Court--"

The cafeteria began to cheer in joy to hear the witnessing of a councilor's death. The outburst was muffled with Mei's last name and cheering. When it died down Petra added in, "They've been cheering your name for days now every time your face pops on that screen. Too bad not everyone has recognized you, sure they will at yard time though. Guess they were... expecting something... else."

The reporter kept speaking but what happened next was of great interest of everyone. "However, now Mei Archer's sister,Vega Archer has already step into the spotlight also. Now, we already are aware of Vega's threats of the council if they do not release Mei."

That was lie Vega was careful to not threaten the Council but only to display proof of her sister's case to disprove her accusations, and Vega revealed the flaws of the government. The news cast on earth always found their way to twist news.

"Vega's threatening days are over; the Council has seen Vega Archer life in Morus 02."

"Looks like Morus won't be so bad after all," Petra said patting Mei on the back.

Meanwhile with Dominique

Dominique made her way to an elevator, the only way up to the warden's quarters. It seemed like forever to get up there, it was like traveling up a tower. The elevator finally stop and allowed doors to be open. There laid only laid a door to the warden's quarters, the door had beside it a confusing keypad like no other, the keypad consisted on numbers of course but Greek symbols? However Dominique need not to fool with for the door slid open and there stood the warden.

She was tall woman, mid-fifties, gray strains standing out in her brown dyed hair. The woman's eyes were bright, extremely light... purple? She was wearing a tight crimson futuristic businesswoman suit. The room she stood in was like living room, two sofas, one living chair, coffee, a standing lamp- the room had a very elegant modern feel to it.

"Please, sit down," the warden urged as she waved hand over to a seat, however she remained standing. Against the coffee table set a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses. A small flying robot zoomed over gracefully to pour the glass the alcohol. "Would you like one, Dominique?"

After Dominique's choice the woman continue, "So, Butch Hertz... You managed to be the first to ever stand against him in such a way. Courageous, I like courageous people. How is your shoulder, I would love it if you could go back to where the action is. Actually, action seems to find you... Do you ever think about going home, it may be your second day but what you have been through day... was not pleasant."

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Mei

Mei looked around at the others, why where they laughing? What had been so fun? How strange… She couldn’t understand it at all this time. This group of people was a bit strange. Well, it was better than being alone at this place. Mei tasted the food and quickly her face turned into a distorted disgusted expression, this must be the worst thing she had ever tasted. Was his the only thing they got to eat? Seriously?

"You know, you're going to get pretty famous around here. You're going to have people kissing the ground you walk on... Hell, if you wanted you could start your own prison gang, maybe even take over the whole place- well at least among us convicts. Don't forget about me, I'll always have your back, sweetie. Anyways--"

If Mei’s face was distorted before it got even worse after that sentence, the disappointment reeked around her. She didn’t want something like that. A gang? Taking over the prison? No, that was so out of her comfort zone you could be. She liked being unknown, it was easier that way.

When the TV announcer started talking about her she let out a tired sigh, even if the rest of the room was happy and cheered she felt like sinking down underground, it wasn’t even true. Everyone was praising a lie, why did they believe it? Did she really look like she could kill anyone? Mei didn’t think so.

"They've been cheering your name for days now every time your face pops on that screen. Too bad not everyone has recognized you, sure they will at yard time though. Guess they were... expecting something... else."

The only thing Mei could get out was a tiny, ”Oh…”

"However, now Mei Archer's sister, Vega Archer has already step into the spotlight also. Now, we already are aware of Vega's threats of the council if they do not release Mei. Vega's threatening days are over; the Council has seen Vega Archer life in Morus 02."

Mei froze and stared up at the reporter, Vega? It must be a lie right? She would never do something like that, right? It didn’t sound like Vega. Vega wasn’t on her way here at the moment, no, everything was a lie. A big lie. The biggest conspiracy ever, or something like that.

"Looks like Morus won't be so bad after all.”

Mei looked over at Petra with desperate eyes, “They are lying right? She’s not on her way here, right? Right?!”

Dominique

"Please, sit down.”

Dominique did as she was told, confused by everything.

"Would you like one, Dominique?"

She knew her first name? Well she had probably looked it up in her files before or something like that. Dominique was half temped to take up on the offer, maybe it would calm her nerves a little. But this was a bit… suspicious really. Why would anyone offer a drink at a time like this? So she politely refused before studying the room at the corner of her eyes.

"So, Butch Hertz... You managed to be the first to ever stand against him in such a way. Courageous, I like courageous people. How is your shoulder, I would love it if you could go back to where the action is. Actually, action seems to find you... Do you ever think about going home, it may be your second day but what you have been through day... was not pleasant."

First one? Did everyone think he was so scary? Even the men? Wait what did she say after that? Was she going to be able to go back to her old assignments? Dominique’s heart started to race as she thought about it, this was everything she wanted.

“I… My shoulder is working. I don’t need my left arm, I can manage even without it. I promise. Please, don’t send me back! I just want to prove I can do it, let me prove it to you.” It wasn’t Dominique’s intention to sound so desperate, but after home being mentioned she was too afraid that it was there she was heading. Even after the little glimpse of hope of being able to do things again.

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“They are lying right? She’s not on her way here, right? Right?!”

"I couldn't say, that's for you to determine. But if it is true, you're real lucky to have sister like that," Petra muttered standing up from the table carrying her bowl and utensil. The water bottle was the only good thing about the whole meal, artificial tacos, not the best idea. "And if she does care about you that much, won't she even take the fault for your crime."

A whistle suddenly was blow as the same dark female guard from earlier roared, "Yard time!"
Being that Morus 02 was a spacecraft in space, the yard wasn't really a yard, however the builders of the prison attempted to make it seem like the inmates were still back home. The yard was set in a wide large room with carpet imitating grass back on the home planet. There planted was an immensely sized fence was barbed wired at the top. On the walls of the room was a hologram of a sky back on earth. The room had synthetic sounds of birds and wind- it seemed to be an illusion, the painting to cover the annoying hole on the wall.

There were prisoners on the bleachers, some raising up weights from their chest while pressing against a bench, and others who simply meandered aimlessly. However for Petra she enjoyed her time on the pull up bar, sometimes she hoisted her body upward or other times she twirled upon it.

"So," Petra started as she heaved her chest above the bar. "Mei, what would you be doing if you were never framed for Daryl's murder?"

Meanwhile with Dominique

“I… My shoulder is working. I don’t need my left arm, I can manage even without it. I promise. Please, don’t send me back! I just want to prove I can do it, let me prove it to you.”

The warden grinned with delight as she put her hands together, fingertips pointing vertically. "That is exactly the time of motive I want from my soldiers. Though you may not be of military procure, you are a soldier, for you charge against chaos, because chaos does not defeat, it infects. Very well, then this is the time for you to shine, my child. I want you into the Archer sisters' case, do it in whatever method you wish, but at the end of each day I need a report of new information about these girls, the council demands it of me, for Mei Archer's life hangs in their palms. However I will not removed Hertz from his assignment, everyone is put to a test. And to see if he can successfully extract info from an interrogation session is his. And he so far, failing. But if you want to question Mei Archer you must to it with him. In the interrogation room, credentials do not matter, I repeat credentials do not matter, the only thing that does is the goal. Understand, Dominique?"

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Mei

"I couldn't say, that's for you to determine. But if it is true, you're real lucky to have sister like that. And if she does care about you that much, won't she even take the fault for your crime."

Mei followed her once again like a loyal puppy, she didn’t want to lose sight of Petra - which at the moment was the only safe spot she had in this place.

“But I don’t want her to do that.” Even if Mei got the opportunity to actually say what she wanted her words was drenched in the guards shouting and everyone starting to move. Disappointed Mei followed the others, if this was at Earth she would have gotten excited by the word yard but it was pretty obvious that this wasn’t going to be outside.

Even if they had done a good job with imitating outdoors it still wasn’t the same. The smell if grass, the sounds, the fresh air… No Mei was not impressed at all. There where so many elements that was missing.

"So Mei, what would you be doing if you were never framed for Daryl's murder?"

“Do you mean what I would be doing right at this moment? Or just what were you doing before you got framed?” Mei sat down at the fake grass, caressing it with her hand. Missing the feeling real grass gave off. “Because I was framed. I didn’t do it so all of you should stop acting like I am some kind of hero.”

Dominique

"That is exactly the time of motive I want from my soldiers. Though you may not be of military procure, you are a soldier, for you charge against chaos, because chaos does not defeat, it infects. Very well, then this is the time for you to shine, my child. I want you into the Archer sisters' case, do it in whatever method you wish, but at the end of each day I need a report of new information about these girls, the council demands it of me, for Mei Archer's life hangs in their palms. However I will not remove Hertz from his assignment, everyone is put to a test. And to see if he can successfully extract info from an interrogation session is his. And he so far, failing. But if you want to question Mei Archer you must to it with him. In the interrogation room, credentials do not matter, I repeat credentials do not matter, the only thing that does is the goal. Understand, Dominique?"

Dominique nodded quickly, “Yes I understand.”

She actually didn’t understand most of what the warden said. It kind of felt like she talked in riddles sometimes, she probably didn’t. It was just Dominique that was getting tired by the lack of sleep so she couldn’t focus on understanding what the woman wanted to tell her. Well, if it came to it she should be able to ask someone else – which probably would be Butch. Because one of the things she heard clearly was that they would be working on the same assignment. When thinking about it wasn’t it those files he picked up this morning? Which means the girl who came out from the interrogation room was one of those two, looking like that and he still failed? How surprising.

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"Because I was framed. I didn't do it so all of you should stop acting like I am some kind of hero.”

Petra let go of the bar and step very closely to Mei, pulling her shirt she leaned over to her ear whispering, "The only reason you have no been chewed up and devoured, is because they fear you. Keep that in mind, and defend your life with it, and you just might survive the end of this month."

Petra was getting annoyed of Mei, it felt like blowing dust off an old artifact to discover what you expected is not exactly what existed. Petra sensed that Mei not only refused that she killed Daryl but also refuses her prison numbers. She didn't know how to survive when the waves came crashing down, who can imagine what the others would do to find out she never killed the man, she will just be another fish at the bottom of the food-chain.

"I don't believe you killed the man, but I also don't believe that you run into the firing squad. There's still hope to survive, don't lose it, and don't try to forget it."

Meanwhile with Dominique

“Yes I understand.”

"Good, your uniform and badge with be awaiting you in the guardsmen dorm. Be ready to start tomorrow. Oh and you might want to hit the target practicing room."

And with that the warden dismissed Dominique. The target practicing room was the place to be for Dominique, a place for her to enjoy what she does best- hugging a sniper rifle. The room was rather bigger with a well built targeting system for long range weapons, and then to the left of the room was another room for pistol training, dummies were set in the room to be dressed with bullet holes. Against the wall of the main room was two speakers playing old classical rock music. The room was almost vacant except for two girls training in the pistol. It was Vanessa and Ashley.The two mildly spoke to each other but Ashley saw Vanessa secretly as a whore, but now a whore with a meaningless dream.

"So you heard about what happened downstairs in the interrogation halls?" Ashley asked with her Australian while flipping her blonde hair back in order to properly aim.

"Yeah, so what?" Vanessa responded rolling her eyes as her bullet racketeered into the heart of the dummy.
News always traveled fast in Morus. "That new girl does desk work, how that impressive? Besides she raised her voice at Butch, a senior, the second in command of Morus 02. She won't last, promise."

"But if she does stay, do you really think Butch is going to deepen your so-called relationship?"

"Don't know, but I do know that Butch likes girls that are a piece of art and not a flat-chested pale mess."

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Mei

"The only reason you have no been chewed up and devoured, is because they fear you. Keep that in mind, and defend your life with it, and you just might survive the end of this month. I don't believe you killed the man, but I also don't believe that you run into the firing squad. There's still hope to survive, don't lose it, and don't try to forget it."

Mei stared at Petra with blank eyes, "You do know that they are thinking about executing me right? So I'm dead anyway."

She shook of the hands and slumped down, hugging her legs just staring forward. Who cares if she got the respect from the other prisoners, she would be dead soon anyway. They were all fools for believing it.

"There's no reason for me to hope for something that isn’t going to happen. I'm just trying to see the little amount of... positive things surrounding me. And being treated like some hero for something I didn't do, it isn't so nice as it sounds. If I am going to die tomorrow and people would remember me, I want it to be for something I actually did. But I haven't done anything yet. I'm just a nobody."

Mei sighed and started plucking the fake grass. She didn't feel like saying more, nobody understood. Even if they understood that she was innocent, they just didn't understand the bigger picture. Was it so weird that she didn't feel like taking credit for some other persons work just so she would live another day just awaiting her death? How... unpleasant that sounded.

Dominique

Dominique didn't mean to pry but it wasn't like the two women whispered so it wasn't that hard to actually hear what they spoke about. She glanced at them while they continued talking, so Butch was dating the red head? It wasn't like she cared, like she had told him she had no intention to disturb his new life. But seriously, her? Well she was quite beautiful. Dominique had to admit that but her personality? No, that was not something to admire.

At first she wasn't going to say something, they could gossip about it as much as they wanted. It was true that she had been working at the desk at that moment, at that moment. It still made Dominique to get so excited she couldn't keep the smile in. And yes they were right with that not being so impressive. But at the remark of her being a flat-chested pale mess, it got her annoyed. Well yes, the first part was true. And yes she was pale, but pale had always been seen historically as something beautiful that only rich people could afford since they didn't need to go outside and work so being pale wasn't actually a bad thing. But mess? Seriously? It really pissed her off, so even if she didn't intend to destroy for Butch she just wanted to cause a reason to be nervous for the girl.

Without looking at them Dominique spoke out with a soft voice while aiming, "I've heard that Butch used to date her while they attended training together. But she dumped him when he finished and he has been calling her frequently since then trying to make her take him back."

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"There's no reason for me to hope for something that isn't going to happen. I'm just trying to see the little amount of... positive things surrounding me. And being treated like some hero for something I didn't do, it isn't so nice as it sounds. If I am going to die tomorrow and people would remember me, I want it to be for something I actually did. But I haven't done anything yet. I'm just a nobody."

"If you're thinking like that I say you drop dead now...," Petra spoke cruelly before turning back to the pull up bar. It was cold, but Petra was annoyed, the girl had advantages Petra did not have when coming in fresh, Mei was at the top the food chain. Petra has been there for nine years and still had not found her way up to the top, gaining respect like Mei. And she could be somebody- the first to escape any Morus ship.

Petra glared at Mei remembering the time she first checked into Morus, she was not weak nor scrawny like Mei, not passive or naive. Morus is like the Colosseum, you have those who peer and spectate, not doing much but observing the action, and then you have the ones awaiting execution, weaklings grappled into the arena awaiting the swabbing of their liquid remains. Mei was awaiting execution, but not particularly outside of Morus, but at the same time was not see as a weakling among the other convicts. Though, perhaps the council sentenced her to Morus trusting that she would stumble upon death, either by the hands of another or her own, the girl would be justly slaughtered. However ever every match requires a competitor, whether or not you are truly victorious, the competitor feels prepared and determined. Petra saw herself as a competitor at first, thought she would have the place wrapped around her slender fingers, Petra soon enough knew her place. But Petra never forgot to fight, even the slaves back in the Roman era rebelled against their enemies' desire of their death, they never abandoned their blade, their hope to survive, though they knew the fighting would not stop until their heads rolled. Mei's blade that kept her alive was her false truth, though she deserts it.

"Why not confess, it would save you a world pain. If you confessed earlier, your own sister would not have to be dragged into this, ever thought about that?"

Meanwhile with Dominique...

"I've heard that Butch used to date her while they attended training together. But she dumped him when he finished and he has been calling her frequently since then trying to make her take him back."

Vanessa heard the voice from the other room however she cared not to see who it was and simply replied to the voice bearer, "First of all, what the hell was she thinking? And second of all, that bitch has to go then."

"And how are you going to do that?" questioned Ashley when stopping her fire.

"Easy, I've had plenty of girls who have stepped on my toes. And all of them ended up turning their badge in." It was true, failure to perform duty in Morus, a simple patrol task resulting in the dismissing of one's duty. Then that ex-cop must slowly struggle to find a decent job. And Vanessa was an expert when it came to sabotaging others, one reason most girls on the ship never talked to her, this is the reason why Vanessa mostly communicated with men on the ship, which lead to her downgrading reputation.

"But she had not even stepped on your toes. Butch is just trying to revive a dead relationship. Even if she were to be kicked out of the place," started Ashley. "You and Butch aren't even dating, all he did was sleep with you for one night. One night!"

"Back off, Ashley. You don't know anything about what happened last night."

"I am done with this. I'm out."

Ashley packed her equipment and exited the pistol targeting room and entered the other training room, but she didn't notice Dominique because she had ever seen the girl, only heard of her. She left both rooms and was no longer at the scene it was just Vanessa and Dominique.

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Mei

"If you're thinking like that I say you drop dead now..."

Mei started to pull the grass out once again without saying anything. There wasn’t anything to say to that statement, it was pretty clear it didn’t matter if she said anything or not. It was just like talking to a wall made of bricks, and Mei didn’t feel like talking to one.

"Why not confess, it would save you a world pain. If you confessed earlier, your own sister would not have to be dragged into this, ever thought about that?"

Mei shrugged, “I guess I thought they would believe me when I told them I was innocent. Instead I was sent here. I guess I thought that he would believe me when I told the truth, but he didn’t. I guess I thought you would understand how it feels knowing that you’re going to get killed no matter what you do, maybe you aren’t in the same position but still.” She threw away the green pieces of plastic and sighed. “Do I regret telling the truth instead of confessing? Yeah. I never wanted Vega to get dragged into this mess, I never thought it would get to this.”

After a while of not knowing what to do, say or even think anymore she laid down staring up on the fake sky. Even that felt wrong, she missed the real blue color. “Why don’t you just kill me then if you think I should drop dead?”

Dominique

Dominique laughed slightly at the answers, one night? And she really thought they had a relationship? Well that girl needed to get a reality check. But Dominique wasn’t a voluntary. She didn’t feel like starting a fight at saying anything more either. If that girl thought she could make her throw away the chance of reuniting with her squad, big chance. Dominique would never do that. The girl could fawn over Butch all she wanted, and start dating him for real if he was an idiot and went with it. That’s none of Dominique’s concerns. She had already succeeded with making the girl so desperate that she had threatened to make her leave the ship, she was satisfied. What happened now with the girl was Butch’s problem, she couldn’t help laughing again while thinking at it. Serves him right.

She slowed her breathing and adjusted the sight until she was satisfied, pulling the trigger. A slight pain arose from the shoulder as the sniper moved backward by the force but she bit her teeth’s together and ignored it. She didn’t want to acknowledge it, she wanted to enjoy this as much as she could. And just hitting one or two targets wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough for all the lost years when she was forbidden to even think about touching the sniper once again.

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“I guess I thought they would believe me when I told them I was innocent. Instead I was sent here. I guess I thought that he would believe me when I told the truth, but he didn’t. I guess I thought you would understand how it feels knowing that you’re going to get killed no matter what you do, maybe you aren’t in the same position but still.”

"I say--," Petra paused her speech as she pulled up against the bar. "There all doing... this for the... press. Society wants someone... to pay."

“Do I regret telling the truth instead of confessing? Yeah. I never wanted Vega to get dragged into this mess, I never thought it would get to this.”

"Always prepare... for the... worse."

“Why don’t you just kill me then if you think I should drop dead?”

Release her gasp of the bar yet again Petra spoke without stopping, "Putting you out of your misery is more like it. Though, sure, call it a killing. You say you are innocent, yes? If there is one thing you remember about me its this- I never kill an innocent. Listen, you may hate me, but I'm no threat here."

A whistle was blow- it was time to hit the showers. Still concerned about Mei, Petra turned to her instructing, "The showers can
be shady for fresh meats, try to get a shower near mine. Can't say you'll have a hard time, you know what these people see you as. Word has already spread, just look around. But there might be those who will questioned you. Try to ignore them even if
they start touching you, you don't want a knife in the throat, yes? Well hopefully..."

The mass of prisoners where herded like cattle to their next destination- the shower rooms. The room was large however extremely crowded with the amount of inmates drenched into the space no longer empty. Whoever designed the prison lined the showers exceedingly close together. No half walls were present to separate the showers from each others, most of the time elbows and shoulders would constantly bump. Often people took less than five minutes to wash, before people waiting in line become outrageous. Unfortunately, Mei did not receive a shower next to Petra, in fact Petra was father down the back of the room where Mei was in the front, thus they were great distance apart.

The shower heads were clouded with mold, nobody really cleaned the showers rooms, it was the only place on the ship not well kept, probably because it was no where near pleasant or decent of a chore. Think it, hundreds of women showering throughout the day bringing in different types of germs and bacteria, some common and other exotic. And this was one of the other hundred shower rooms in Morus. The water was bipolar, for twenty second it could be icy cold and then all of a sudden boiling hot. For now the temperature remained scorching, but the others like ignore it though the steam rose from the liquid, like their minds numbed the burning.

To Mei's right was another female prisoner, not Petra, Lora Issac, but the other convicts nicknamed her Bull, for her large brawny stature, monstrous manly fist, and her temper. To Mei's left it was Rena Edwards, as known as TNT, the girl was slender but the toning of her muscle glistened with the water.

Bull seemed intimidating as she eyed Mei up and down, surveying her body for skill, the girl looked feeble physically, as if she could be stomped in smithereens with the pinkie toe. But what stuck out the most about Mei was the fresh purple bruise from the earlier interrogation, from Butch.

"Why are you here? Fresh meats have to wait in the back of the line for the first week" barked Bull as her elbow jabbed into Mei but not on purpose, just because the shower heads were positioned closed together. Petra must of forgotten to inform Mei of the rules, probably was too consider with Mei's crime.

"Yeah...," responded TNT as the two women turned to Mei side by side.
"Probably think just because you assassinated Court you have special benefits."

Butch

After checking up with Greg Butch retired to the lounge, it was almost like a club, loud music, dance floor, drinks. Butch rested on a stool elbowed leaned against the bar counter. Butch hardly drank but instead smoked often. He puff a net of vapor into the atmosphere on the room. He sat next to his buddy Duke Randall, he practically looked like 50's American greaser, head slicked upward with gel, shades which he now set on the counter away from his face, and a leather jack over his uniform top. Everybody wondered why Duke had not been kicked off of Morus, he rarely moved himself from the cushion of a bar stool and his fingers from the curve a alcoholic bottle. He was flirt delighted in drinks, but Butch and him goes back, the two actually meant in the same academy they trained in. When Dominique broke up with Butch, Duke was there to cheer Butch up with sexist jokes about women. And most of the time Duke belittled woman, and enforced his thoughts on Butch, the reason why Butch may has similar beliefs. Duke was a good cop, but he became lazy after two years working on Morus 01, and then he was transferred to the 02 model. Butch finished explaining to Duke what had happened downstairs, and Duke had already held idea with the rumors he heard.

"Nah... Man, you did it all wrong. What were you thinking by getting her rattled. If you wanted some entertainment be patient, a time will come of that," said Duke. "Women like a Prince Charming, Superman. Its all about looks and communication. Don't discourage her, but don't repeatedly flatter her or she'll think its an act, give her space, and take it slow. But hey, don't forget a smile, look happy, but not creepy. And you said that you got in a little argument with her right? Apologize, what doesn't kill you makes it stronger, right? Besides, women like it when men say their sorry, because most don't, for most aren't. But it makes them feel better, and soon enough it'll make you feel better."

He kept his voice down just in case for Butch, that Dominique walked in. Duke was good at getting women, he was charming, but now, he is seen as a low drunk.

"Ahhh... I don't know if I could do that," Butch confessed.
"I don't think that's who I am."

"Doesn't matter, anyways why are you asking me. Your usually good at this type of thing."

"Because she's not like Vanessa, she's smart... and special."

"Aww... Getting all soft, Butch?"

"Hey, if you let this go out with the other male guards, I'll kill you, don't think I'm kidding."

"Don't worry, your secret is say with me, brother."

Butch was planning to stay in the lounge all night, waiting for Dominique to arrive.

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Mei

"Putting you out of your misery is more like it. Though, sure, call it a killing. You say you are innocent, yes? If there is one thing you remember about me its this- I never kill an innocent. Listen, you may hate me, but I'm no threat here. The showers can be shady for fresh meats, try to get a shower near mine. Can't say you'll have a hard time, you know what these people see you as. Word has already spread, just look around. But there might be those who will questioned you. Try to ignore them even if they start touching you, you don't want a knife in the throat, yes? Well hopefully..."

Were they supposed to shower? Noo, Mei didn’t feel like doing that. Didn’t they have any control of what they should do? She felt like a sheep, being transferred to new paddocks all the time. And the showers was a room she didn’t feel like visiting. She felt kind of disgusted by the thought and when arriving she felt even more disgusted. Was she supposed to step into that place? It was horrible! So dirty… She hate it! Makes her want to turn around and run away, but there wasn’t any opportunity to do that really.

"Why are you here? Fresh meats have to wait in the back of the line for the first week."

"Yeah..."

"Probably think just because you assassinated Court you have special benefits."


Mei looked at the two women while rubbing her side where the elbow hit her, she didn’t feel like getting into more trouble. But as always bad luck seemed to follow her like a shadow. Petra had told her not to talk to the others but Mei had a feeling that it wouldn’t matter what she choose to do. And the truth didn’t seem to help anything and probably not the lie either. Not with this two, they didn’t seem to care. So everything was a bad choice, how great.

“All the others seems to think I should get it, if you don’t agree that’s your choice,” Mei shrugged. “I don’t actually care.”

Dominique

When the pain got to intense Dominique had no choice but to give up, she had to stop before it got worse. So she left the training hall in the end, disappointed that she couldn’t keep the sniper rifle. Because really she wanted to keep it with her all the time. When in the hall she looked around, she needed to take the painkillers she got from the doctor. If she didn’t do that now she wouldn’t get to sleep at all tonight.

She started walking down the halls in search of a bathroom or anything were she could get water from. In the end she actually found a bathroom and went inside, while waiting for the water to get colder she glanced towards the other two women who were fixing their makeup. Dominique was actually pretty tired of hearing the gossip, but still they did mention some interesting things. As she leaned down to drink the water an especially interesting thing. Apparently the two were fixing themselves up to head over to some meeting area. Only for guards. That was probably why Dominique didn’t know about it yet.

When they walked out she swallowed the pills and wiped her mouth with the hand. She was a guard now so she could check out the other place now. Curios to what it had to offer she followed the ladies out. And through the hall. While they walked around she took the time to check out the place. Even if she had a tour yesterday it was a different feeling checking it out on her own, she had the time to actually try to memorize the map.

In the end the two went into a pair of doors and Dominique stood outside looking at them with suspicion, she didn’t really know what was behind the doors but she wanted to know. But still she could get disappointed with what to find inside. But she still went inside, even more confused after than before. When traveling to Morus… this was not what she had imagined finding on it. So this was the place where the guards spent their free time? How… nice and not at the same time. Shouldn’t they be practicing instead? But a bar!

Dominique walked up to it unaware of her surrounding and started looking at the beverage list to see what they offered. Well she actually started to like this place now. It wasn’t so bad.

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“All the others seems to think I should get it, if you don’t agree that’s your choice. I don’t actually care."

"We do..," snarled TNT.

The two looked disgusted at Mei for the words she let soar from her tongue. There faces turned from annoyed to incensed, with hands pitching into fist and eyes rolling into glares. Bull hurriedly cloaked around Mei's neck massive meaty arm, elbow shutting over the throat. However Bull was not plotting to kill Mei, for that would result in harsher consequences delivered by the authoritative force, though instead planned to instigate a callous thrashing to teach her a lesson to fear them, or in otherwords know her place.

"When we finish you, fresh meat, you'll have to start learning how to breathe out your ears," slandered TNT, known to be a big talker. But also as a feisty and impulsive woman, and her temperament bled threw brightly as she battered and clobbered Mei against the bruise spot earlier formed by Butch. The fighting all happened right under the shower heads, the only good thing about the moment was that the water abruptly changed from boiling hot to icy cold, a relieving sensation to cool down. But that was little compared to the match Mei now face.

Around the room a handful of prisoners stared with smiles and smirks on their faces, however they kept their voices to a hush, in fear that if they didn't then their entertainment would be shortly cut off by the storming of guards. But someone watched the fight other than the prisoners, the warden most likely camera were everywhere. Petra was not aware of Mei's beating for she was positioned a shower over in the back and Mei stood in the front.

Butch

The nervous captain sensed the room to him, warmed its temperature- it suddenly had gotten hot as Dominique walked into the lounge. He tried not to stare, but he could not help but admire her, though in his eyes Dominique was a pretty girl, but her beauty was not what struck Butch in attraction. It was her strong independent and confident respect for herself, she was not dependent on another being, she carried herself and like hell could carry others if it reflected the heroism inside her. He put out his cigarette with an ash tray and sat shy in his seat.

Duke watched his friend's face knowing that was the girl whom Butch spoke about. "So that's her?" Duke questioned in a quiet whisper. "What are you doing then? Make your move."

"What if she thinks I'm being pushy?" Bush responded as quiet also.

"First of all, don't ask anything of her. And second, now's your chance, man. I you just stares he'll think your being creepy, don't do anything and she'll think your ignoring her. So what go wrong with just talking."

"Let me wait a little..."

"Now or never."

"Alright..."

It took a few minutes for Butch to convince himself that everything will be fine. Its been long since Butch was scared to talk to someone, especially a girl. It was like was in his earlier teens again. It was a type of Butch that no one had seen, tender, shy, vulnerable. He crept over nerves pressing against his emotions. When finally making it over to Dominique, Butch timidly rubbed the back of his neck with a toothless smile. He decided to start speaking with an apologize, like Duke said right?

"Hey, Dominique," he softly greeted. "Um, sorry about earlier today. It was immature. From first seeing you in your office to hurting Greg, I don't know what I was thinking . And if you're still pissed, I'll understand. "

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Mei

"When we finish you, fresh meat, you'll have to start learning how to breathe out your ears."

Well, that was not a big surprise. Just as Mei thought it probably wouldn’t matter what she did, they just wanted to fight. Mei didn’t want to but well… there wasn’t anything to do really. They had made up their mind and Mei just had to take it. Even if she didn’t like it.

As the first punch landed at the bruise from before she coughed once again by force. She lowered her head and stared at the floor, fighting the urge to cry again. Crying here didn’t seem like good choice. Even if that was pretty much the only thing she wanted to do, lie down on the floor and turn herself into a ball just hulking. Why did everyone have to be so mean? And violent.

Mei wanted to apologize for whatever it was she had done wrong, but apologizing would most likely not help with this kind of people. As the pain got worse Mei’s face got turned into a grimace which showed how much it hurt her. Even if she could keep the tears from streaming down her face it was getting to her. The pain was almost unbearable.

Dominique

What to say about the situation, to tell the truth Dominique felt his presence even before he came up to her. When searching the list to see if they had her favorite wine she felt observed, to say the least. And well Butch had that kind of aura around him and Dominique was used to it from way back, so by that she knew it was him who stood beside her.

"Hey, Dominique. Um, sorry about earlier today. It was immature. From first seeing you in your office to hurting Greg, I don't know what I was thinking. And if you're still pissed, I'll understand. "

Dominique looked up at him as he spoke and leaned against the counter, “Well hello there Butch. I’m not that surprised to see you here. It looks like a place you would hang out in.”

She studied him a while before continuing with a smile, “I’m not that mad at you anymore, I heard that you watched over Greg when he was unconscious. I’m proud of you Butch, you did the right thing in the end.” She patted him softly on the shoulder with the right hand as the smile grew bigger, “I’m really proud of you. And your little... moment gave me a promotion, I'm thankful for that. I really am. You probably know this already but we are partners now apparently, the warden assigned me to the Archer sister's too.”

She turned to the list again and continued reading it when the idea came to her. Well it wasn’t a big idea and it was mostly a joke, but hey it wasn’t anything wrong with it either. She looked up at Butch once again and giggled, “Butchie… I’ll forgive you completely if you buy me a drink. And since you came here to talk let's talk, so what have you been doing all this years? It looks like you're doing fine."

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After the incident in the shower room, Mei was left lying unconsciously on the wet shower tiles. It was funny how in the cafeteria, and even the yard convicts were praising Mei like she was some goddess. But now as she crumbled weakly in a fixed ball, they didn't have the least amount of care nor concern to even just drag her out of the room. It was not until Petra notice when exiting the room that Mei didn't make it out yet. She charged through the shower room with both prisoners and cops cursing her for going back in there and causing havoc. But it took a lot of shoving and elbowing to finally spot Mei's feeble and defeated body. Petra lifted the girl whispering, "It'll be okay, sweetie, it'll be... okay."

The two finally arrived back to the cell, however Mei still remained unclothe, though Petra tucked the girl in her cheap covers. Mei was beaten severely, as the meeting with Butch wasn't enough. A black eye, broke nose, thankfully her jaw wasn't fractured nor was her ribs, however it is recommended for Mei not to do any exercising anytime soon. Petra was not quite sure why she nursed her new cellmate, probably because somewhere deep inside of Petra she saw the innocents inside of Mei, like she did not deserve any of this- which was closer to the truth than ever. Petra patiently wait for Mei to awake as she brushed out her short hair.

Butch

“I’m not that mad at you anymore, I heard that you watched over Greg when he was unconscious. I’m proud of you Butch, you did the right thing in the end.” She patted him softly on the shoulder with the right hand as the smile grew bigger, “I’m really proud of you.

Proud me? Like she was proud of a little kid? Butch thought as she praised him. He felt like a bad child who finally redeem himself. Perhaps it was just of him to think of such, for his actions earlier were rather childish. But he was not going to object to it, but take it for what it is.

And your little... moment gave me a promotion, I'm thankful for that. I really am. You probably know this already but we are partners now apparently, the warden assigned me to the Archer sister's too.”

Wait? Now she's happy for Greg's beating? Butch was confused, and he could tell she hasn't been drinking... Maybe just being nice? Dominique was a nice girl. Duke was in the background chuckling to himself at Butch's awkward occurrence. Girls... they're complicated. However he was thrilled to be reminded that they are now working, but also fearful- what if things go for the worse when working together? If he puts the situation in his hands, Dominique will witness the torment of his victims. If he steps back, the warden will find him weak and dismiss Butch of his services. And even if Butch just follows Dominique he'll at the least be demoted as second-in-command and Dominique may replace him. So in conclusion, is Butch's passion in his job more valuable in his desire for Dominique's approval?

“Butchie… I’ll forgive you completely if you buy me a drink--"

"Yes anything!" he didn't even let her finish his sentence, but hey, he could admit that he was desperate to be spending time with Dominique.

Butch ordered their drinks however he did not sit at the bar, he wanted to to sit somewhere a little more private. Not that he planned to be romantic just yet, he just wanted to make her happy, but if romance requires that happiness then he wouldn't refuse. They were seated at a booth style table away from the loud dubstep music. Not looking forward to be drunk tonight he sipped a light beer and brought to Dominique any alcoholic beverage she desired.

"Yeah..., um ever since the academy I've been working at both the Morus ships. Served in the first model for a couples years and then here for a handful of years. And, well now we're here."

He swallowed small amounts of beer before continuing. He looked down mournfully as he spoke his next sentences quietly with disappointment.

"You know... I'm jealous of you, Dominique. I wish I could of had your job, out in the front lines with men tracking down terrorists. Damn, your so good I bet the council will soon ask you to join the firing squad."

The firing squad was a very profitable and honorable job to have, only the best sharpshooters ever get nominated.

"But no, I've been patrolling cell halls all my career. Sure, I volunteered here a couple times but that's because no division judge nor academy superior ever recommended me to a squad leader, though I scored high. I don't want to make this conversation about me, but this has been bothering me... Do you think they put me Morus because they think I'm a bad person? That would kill innocents on the front lines, where as in here, some wold say nobody's innocent. Its a sick joke, the man with power has been serving time in prisons the longest and has yet to escape."

He paused, nervous to ask this.

"Dominique, can I ask you. Am I a bad person?"

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Mei

Pain. Darkness and pain. Was she dead now? Oh… How great. So she died in the end. But, do you really feel pain when you are dead? That doesn’t sound quite right. Mei tried to pick move around but gave up when the body protested too much. Well, this was probably not death then. She tried to open her eyes but only one opened. This was weird. What happened really?

She turned her head and stared into the wall, not her wallpaper. It took her a while to figure out where she was and mentally she let out an Oh , her face hurt she didn’t feel like moving it just to say something that stupid. She turned her head the other way and spotted Petra, not sure what to say or do she just stared at her. Her brain felt like mush.

In the end she hissed almost without moving her lips, “I’m sorry for all the trouble I brought you.”

It kind of felt like she should apologize, if Mei hadn’t showed up in her and gotten to be Petra’s cellmate Petra would been spared a lot of trouble. She didn’t even like Mei so the apology was well-deserved. Like really, Mei’s bad luck affected Petra too and Vega. It seemed like everyone who choose to socialize with her got infected by her bad luck. Great…

Dominique

She followed him to table, quite surprised by his choice but decided not to say anything in the end. It was a bit hard to talk over there either way, so it was better here if you looked at it from that angle. When he sat down she picked the place beside him, before thinking about it. It was just a reflex from before really and after she kind of felt a bit uncertain if that had been a wise choice. But moving now would be disrespectful and show that she hadn’t thought before getting seated. It would just make everything embarrassing.

As he began to speak she just nodded and smiled, she already knew that. It was that kind of information you easily could find on your own if you just visited the digital archives and searched his name. But it was always a good thing to ask what the other one has been doing, most people do appreciate that you take your time to listen to them personally.

"You know... I'm jealous of you, Dominique. I wish I could have had your job, out in the front lines with men tracking down terrorists. Damn, you’re so good I bet the council will soon ask you to join the firing squad."

Dominique sat there quietly and let her finger follow the edge of the glass. Not sure what to say really. So he did know what she had been doing the last couples of years? Well… She wasn’t really sure how to feel about it now since he talked about like she was fit for fight and just could jump into action like nothing had happened. Which wasn’t true. Even if she wished for it to be. When she thought about it, no one had ever mentioned what had happened to her squad that night. That was one of those news that never made it to the television. They had probably not made it to the archives, not open for anyone to read either way. So maybe it wasn’t so strange that Butch didn’t know.

"But no, I've been patrolling cell halls all my career. Sure, I volunteered here a couple times but that's because no division judge nor academy superior ever recommended me to a squad leader, though I scored high. I don't want to make this conversation about me, but this has been bothering me... Do you think they put me Morus because they think I'm a bad person? That would kill innocents on the front lines, where as in here, some would say nobody's innocent. It’s a sick joke, the man with power has been serving time in prisons the longest and has yet to escape. Dominique, can I ask you. Am I a bad person?"

Dominique gave him a small smile just to give herself the time to think over what to say, to say the wrong thing now didn’t seem like a good choice.

“Firstly, no one is born bad Butch. Not even the most evil humans on earth. That’s something you turn into because of what happens in your life. When we’re born we’re all just blank pieces of paper. Waiting to get colored by every little experience in life. Secondly, you are not a bad person. A bad person is one of those who can harm and end others without even flinching. They don’t care about what they do and do certainly not apologize afterwards. But you did apologize to Greg, right? That show that you do care about others, deep down.” She poked him in the chest over his heart, but this time with a soft smile. “I like to think of you as a teddy bear disguised as a grizzly.”

Dominique started to laugh, “Sorry. That sounded a bit weird I know, I just couldn’t think of any better way to describe it.”

She stared down in the red liquid and mumbled, “You know Butch there is nothing to be jealous about. Even if you think I would get asked to join those I know that would never happen. Well yes, I can still shoot. I was down and practiced for the first time in three years. Do you know how great it felt to be able to hold those guns one more time? I thought they never would let me do it again… But I also know now that there probably isn’t any chance for me to be able to get back. My shoulder is screwed. It started to hurt from only one push, now it hurts like hell. I mean it, the painkillers hasn’t kicked in yet.” She gave him a sad smile, “There really isn’t anything to be jealous about. I’m only dead weight now, so they just sent me here because they weren't able to patch me up.”

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“I’m sorry for all the trouble I brought you.”

"It is no trouble; your no trouble, cupcake," Petra calmed Mei, feeling sympathy for her. Petra finished looking into the mirror while brushing her hair and turned to Mei. "I have something you. Never give these out to people, can't trust anyone these days, but I can't spare another moment to see you suffer." Petra squatted down under her bed and pulled up a block of cement to cover her secret storing of knives. There she grabbed a straight-back knife and quickly covered the cache. She walked back over to Mei and handed the knife to the girl.

"I want you to have this, don't lose it. It'll keep you alive. Hide it, don't want to get caught. I usually put my clip-point knife in my bra. You should do the same, they won't stab you as long as its closed of course. But the next thing I want to know is, who the hell did this to? Because, I'm going to get them back tomorrow and I know just the place. So who did it? Names? Or description of appearance?"

Butch

“Firstly, no one is born bad Butch. Not even the most evil humans on earth. That’s something you turn into because of what happens in your life. When we’re born we’re all just blank pieces of paper. Waiting to get colored by every little experience in life. Secondly, you are not a bad person. A bad person is one of those who can harm and end others without even flinching. They don’t care about what they do and do certainly not apologize afterwards. But you did apologize to Greg, right? That show
that you do care about others, deep down.”


Butch peaked a smile, he wanted to say that he loved her, wanted to say that he wanted to that he needed her. But would pushing things too fast? However if he didn't make his move will she believe that he's not seriously interested.

"No one ever told me that I care about others."

“I like to think of you as a teddy bear disguised as a grizzly. Sorry. That sounded a bit weird I know, I just couldn’t think of any better way to describe it.”

"No, I think its cute that you think of me like that. You're real sweetie, Dominique."

“You know Butch there is nothing to be jealous about. Even if you think I would get asked to join those I know that would never happen. Well yes, I can still shoot. I was down and practiced for the first time in three years. Do you know how great it felt to be able to hold those guns one more time? I thought they never would let me do it again… But I also know now that there probably isn’t any chance for me to be able to get back. My shoulder is screwed. It started to hurt from only one push, now it hurts like hell. I mean it, the painkillers hasn’t kicked in yet.”

"I believe in you Dominique, you're a strong woman, confident and precise. You always preserve never give up, and I know your not back down. That's why I've always admired you. You never left me when everyone including the superiors at the academy saw I was no hope to cooperate with-- you were there for me. Your kind, compassionate soul, it seems to touch whispers against mine, blossoming something wonder in my heart. Sorry, if that sounds cheesy, but I cannot deny the validity of it."

“There really isn’t anything to be jealous about. I’m only dead weight now, so they just sent me here because they weren't able to patch me up.”

"I don't care why they sent you here, all I care about now is that I have another chance to squeeze your you tight, and even if blood is drained from my hand I will not release my grasp on you. I love you, Dominique Capwell, I truly do. I hope you feel the same way."

Butch dragged his hand on the table, leading it to Dominique's hand, gently laid on top of it.

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Mei

"It is no trouble; you’re no trouble, cupcake. I have something you. Never give these out to people, can't trust anyone these days, but I can't spare another moment to see you suffer.”

Mei followed Petra with her eyes as long as she could, confused by what she said. Give? Mei thought they weren’t allowed to keep things. All her things got confiscated or was left on Earth. As Petra came into vision again Mei stared at her hand. What was that? A knife? Where did she get the knife from? How could she even have a knife in here?!

"I want you to have this, don't lose it. It'll keep you alive. Hide it, don't want to get caught. I usually put my clip-point knife in my bra. You should do the same, they won't stab you as long as it’s closed of course.”

Mei nodded slowly and stared at what had been placed into her hand. Was she supposed to hurt others…? She didn’t like that thought… But to be precise she didn’t like getting beaten up all the time either. But was it really necessary to bring a knife… Maybe just a no would help? Nah probably not.

“But the next thing I want to know is, who the hell did this to? Because, I'm going to get them back tomorrow and I know just the place. So who did it? Names? Or description of appearance?"

Mei tried to think about it, did they mention their names? No, that was not something she had heard.

“Uhm… I don’t know… One was kind of big and muscular I guess, and strong… The other one just looked like everyone else… slender but muscular also? I don’t know I was busy trying to not break down…”

Dominique

It felt great to get that out, it was like the stone in her chest had been lifted. She had never really talked about it and never talked about how bad everything had felt for her. But that could be because she never had taken the time to actually get to know anybody, so she didn’t really have any friends to seek comfort from… And Butch was the closest to a friend she had, even if she knew that it wasn’t really like that.

"I believe in you Dominique, you're a strong woman, confident and precise. You always preserve never give up, and I know your not back down. That's why I've always admired you. You never left me when everyone including the superiors at the academy saw I was no hope to cooperate with-- you were there for me. Your kind, compassionate soul, it seems to touch whispers against mine, blossoming something wonder in my heart. Sorry, if that sounds cheesy, but I cannot deny the validity of it."

Dominique got stiff and glanced over at him. This was not what she had planned… Even if she felt kind of honored to hear him say all those nice things about her but the last part, was not exactly what she was expecting. Not from him. She couldn’t remember him saying stuff like that back when they were dating. But, well he was older now and she also, he had probably matured quite a bit. To tell the truth she kind of heard how the barrier started to crack, even if she didn’t want it to. But his words made her heart warm up, bringing the good memories to the surface and scuffing the bad to the side.

"I don't care why they sent you here, all I care about now is that I have another chance to squeeze your you tight, and even if blood is drained from my hand I will not release my grasp on you. I love you, Dominique Capwell, I truly do. I hope you feel the same way."

She saw his hand coming, and she could have moved hers but even if the brain told her to do that the heart screamed not to. So she let him do it. Not really sure what to do in this situation. Her heart pounded but still the brain didn’t agree. She had missed him, she really had… But it felt wrong.

“I… I don’t really know what to say Butch. I do care about you and I have missed you, I can't deny that.”

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In Conclusion (Petra)

After listening to Mei's response, Petra marked a death threat on Mei's attackers that to Petra remained mysterious. But hopefully in the future with a weapon, Mei's chance of a thrashing is reduced to a small probability, or does the knife just make her a even bigger menace. What if, instead of the blade protecting Mei it instead backfired with a counterattacked her and was instead twisted in the hands of her enemies. Too many questions could boil, but it was either being armed or not armed.

Petra heard a buzz from a speaker signaling to all prisoners the lights were going out, and slowly one cell by one cell the lights perished from the octagonal rooms. It was a death wish to be seen outside of the cell, so it was best to stay comfortably tucked inside of the covers of a bed. But the sheets, weren't the most luxurious- but hey, it was a prison not a cruise ship, so nothing was cozy.

In Conclusion (Butch)

Butch was pleased to see Dominique did not refuse his touch. He was going to go into further action, facial action. However he didn't want to push the date to far. In fact, it wasn't quite a date at all, well in the beginning it wasn't. But then Butch got all romantic but those cheap verses of, "Your kind, compassionate soul, it seems to touch whispers against mine, blossoming something wonder in my heart," wasn't from his heart, just from the heart of Duke- in whatever gutter that organ lies in. Butch thought it was stupid when he said it, he seemed to forget Dominique wasn't the girl for those types of sayings.

After talking and conversing a bit more, their meeting was brought to an end. Butch praying he did the right things Duke told him, but wasn't he contradicting and ignoring the tips his friend instructed him. Like giving a woman space and not coming on strong so soon, but wasn't Butch stepping over the line when to came to giving room, more than a little bit? Butch departed from the lounge and from Dominique; he migrated up the elevator and to his quarters. His room was quite sumptuous and self-indulgent, but nothing like the Warden's living. On the side of the room was a immensely sized window admiring the view of the spherical form of planet earth. Butch use to spend days not getting use to the fact that he was no longer on earth, that he couldn't ever go fishing, swimming, or even fly a kite- not activities Butch would normally be doing but those were simple things there to remind inside that he was no longer home. And he hasn't been for about a decade.

Butch

The next morning arose and Butch was frighten about working with Dominique, not that he feared her but instead feared that he might damage their rekindled friendship, for his methods were much different than hers. The day before, Butch tried physically harm to Mei Archer, today he will try to urge mentally harm. Butch would pry out Mei's fears and once captured those fears he knows a special place to unleash that nightmare. Butch had his thing and Dominique hers, though Butch saw that he was right, he always saw his way or no way, stubbornness always crept inside him.

Before leaving with his uniform fully dressed, he checked his e-mails for any notifications from the Warden. No, it was only one messages from Duke, but a mountain-load from Vanessa. The girl was always so crazy, so attached to a guy she believed was fated for her. It was just one night, one night, and she claimed Butch as hers. That reminded Butch about the time yesterday when from one conversation at Dominique's office, and it wasn't even a pleasant one, and he already claimed her, even said, "Thought when I talked to her earlier made it clear that I claimed her!" Funny how everyone, even the crazy ones, can teach a lesson in life.

He arrived at the Interrogation halls to see Dominique beat him there. Mei Archer sat in the room waiting them. Butch tried to not keep a smile while staring at Dominique shining proudly in her guardsmen uniform. He didn't want to seem like a smiling fool, but maybe he needed to learn not to always stare first. Today, they just needed to Interrogate Mei, the next day Vega would arrive and then they must question the two of them.

"Ready when you are, Capwell," it was weird going all professional and calling by her last name. But while on duty, he'll show her respect.

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The night had been what most would have called hell for both Dominique and Mei, both lying in their beds just staring up at the roof in their separate places on the ship - but the same thing kept them awake. Even if most people would say that Mei experienced more pain, Dominique’s shoulder kept her awake. Well at least until the early morning hours and she only slept for a short while before waking up with a heart that raised and drenched in cold sweat. It was always the same nightmare even if it was three years ago, but the event had etched itself firmly inside her head. Always playing itself on repeat at night. Even if it was over dramatically with screams which she couldn't hear on that night, but in the dream she always saw how the others got hurt or killed with their pained voices filling her head until she thought she was going crazy. And then she heard the shot, always to late to react, and the pain. The first year she had woken up screaming, with time she had gotten used to the dream. She kind of always knew it was dream but couldn’t do anything about it even if she knew what would happen.

Once again Dominique laid there just staring up at the roof like she usually did at this time of night, she glanced over at the clock and noted that it was too early to get up even if she wanted to. With a sigh she started to finger on the scar until she couldn't stand it anymore and got up. She knew it was too early so she kind of waited out the time by walking around in her room and after that the ship.

She knew she was there early, to be precise one hour to early. But she couldn't think of anymore to do. So she decided the best thing to do was to wait and hope for the hour to pass by fast. When she had stood there for a while and wondered if it was the dark circles fault that she had been called a mess yesterday she noticed the motion in the corner of her eyes. Turning her head to see what it was she followed Butch witch the gaze as he approached, smiling. How unusual.

"Ready when you are, Capwell."

Last name today? Well that certainly was a big improvement from yesterday. Dominique nodded with her professional face on, the usual serious look before she went inside the room and looked around. Well it was the first time in years she had been inside an interrogation room - that was something she had only handled before getting relocated. After that she looked at the girl, Mei. She somehow looked worse than yesterday, but she had only seen her from a distance so maybe she just hadn't seen all? But... No she would have seen that, those other bruises were definitely new.

When the door opened Mei froze, afraid of what would happen. When the woman stepped inside she relaxed a bit but limitedly got struck by panic as the man from yesterday walked in. She started shaking and cried out, "D-Don't hurt me! N-Not again!"

As the girl started to cry Dominique looked at her with confused eyes, did they usually cry like this? Not like she could decide that but this was not what she had expected to see really. It was kind of pitiful how the girl sniffled not to hurt her over and over again. Wasn't this supposed to be the place for Earth most infamous criminals? Was this really it?

Mei shook her head before the question even got asked and cried, "I- I did it, o-okay? S-So don't hit me! D-Don’t!"

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"D-Don't hurt me! N-Not again! I- I did it, o-okay? S-So don't hit me! D-Don’t!"

The screams of the timid girl was like strings of symphonic classical music, it was beautiful. A masterpiece image to witness the terror and shakiness of the innocent, whom he illustrated guilty. Butch, with heavy slow footsteps, marched to Mei, from his fingers wrapped an injection needle. The injection was manufactured with a drug simulated to advance ones' fear into reality. It was a fear release drug, FRD- 001, an 001 one was not the strongest of its family but for an already terrified mind such Mei's, the medication began to bend actuality. Butch seized Mei's neck and caused her head to tilt sideways. Butch pierced the needle through the back of the neck and let it sit for ten seconds. He pulled it out not concerned to wipe the blood off Mei from the hole created from the needle. Butch also did not hold care or even to acknowledge Dominique's presence. Not use to having partners during interrogations, he forgot about her being, though not that he intentionally did so.

The interrogation room was different instead of the table being pushed to a wall it was instead in front of Mei, in the middle of Mei and Butch. Butch did not sit though at the chair on the opposite side from Mei, he saw sitting would make him more vulnerable than standing. Against a wall on the side of the room was a screen.

Butch trudged over to the table baton out and grasped tight, Butch smacked the table to give Mei a scare. He pointed to the screen with his baton commanding, "You'll watch the screen, if you turn front it or close your eyes, their will be consequences. And I am sure you know what."

The drug was probably already kicking in with Mei's supposed fear of Butch. The scream when from black to different videos of common fears. Butch brought sun glasses, unusual but he brought and wore them so that when his fears appeared on the screen Mei would not see the terror in his eyes. The first three videos were of crows, fires, and spiders. Which Butch personally liked spiders in fact had one tattooed to his neck. However the drug only exaggerates what fears the victim had always had, and does not create any. But then, on the screen, appeared a maniac clown laughing hysterically Butch urged himself to not touch his pistol but he couldn't help having to touch the top of it. Butch had always been fearful of clowns, he remembered how he first became scared of them. It was at ten years old, before moving into the academy. Butch and his bad boy friends snuck out on Halloween night. Halloween now is actually illegal, celebrating it is punishable, for it influences trickery and mischief. But there are still shady Haunted Houses ran illegally. And so Butch at ten years old with his buddies paid their way into one. And it was a haunted house specifically a circus theme. But it wasn't a Halloween-themed circus with scary elephants and jugglers. No, it was just a clown circus. Laughing insanely as they ran over fake dead bodies with their miniature clown cars, some running irrationally through halls with chainsaws. Butch ran out of the place puking as his stomach grew sick with the images of scary white faces, he cried pitifully. Even too this day, twenty years later Butch at this moment smelled the vomit arising from his throat, striving to keep it down.

Fortunately for him, the minute long video ended to knives jabbing through mysterious sources of meat. Sharp objects being flung in a 3D way at the screen. Hopefully this now struck Mei's heart in fear.

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Mei pressed herself backwards towards the back of the chair when the man walked towards her, trying to get as far away as possible. Looking at the woman by the door with terrified eyes, trying to beg for help mentally but the woman didn't move at all. She only met her eyes without even a little change in her expression. Mei was too busy with the woman to notice the needle, it all happened so fast that at first she didn't really understand what had happened. The sudden pain in the neck and the man’s action. Mei only quivered silently, she told him that she had done it? So why was she still here? Wasn't this what they wanted her to say?

"You'll watch the screen, if you turn front it or close your eyes, their will be consequences. And I am sure you know what."

"Y-Yes..." Mei stared at the screen, too afraid to avert her eyes from it. She wasn't really sure why she had been told to watch it, there were only strange short clips.

Dominique crossed her arms and watched the first minute of the film, she kind of understod what it was going to happen and she didn't feel like watching anymore. She wasn't so existed about getting scared herself so she observed the other two's instead. She wasn't too happy about how Butch had inserted the needle, if it was her she probably wouldn't force it like that. But this was not her expertise and it was Butch who held in it so she wasn't going to interfere. Not at the moment, well maybe if he got out of hand but it didn't look like that would happen this time. The girl was a prisoner and a murderer according to the files, so there was nothing wrong with treating her like one.

Dominique was kind of happy that none of her fears had showed up on the screen yet, well by the look of it Butch had prepared for this. But he looked kind of funny with the sunglasses on. She glanced over at him only to notice how he touched his gun, at first she got suspicious. Thinking to herself that he would do something impropriate, but h didn’t do anything more than touch it. And that was how she came to the realization that he probably was scared. Well she knew that everyone had something they feared but seeing Butch scared was surprising indeed.

Mei didn't want to watch the stupid movies anymore, why did she have to watch this? As the clown video ended her eyes grew larger as the knives appeared. She cried out terrified by what she saw and yanked backwards in an attempt to avoid the flying objects so hard that she got the chair to fall to the ground. Dazed by the fall she blinked and stiffened as she remembered that she had been told not to stop looking at the screen.

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Butch was already touching his gun so it was second nature to grasp the hand grip. His booted feet clashed against the cement heavily as he marched to Mei whom unleashed herself from the chair and let loose her vision of the screen. Butch would fire a shot near the girl's ear but first he didn't want to be lectured by the warden of not destroying the ship, and second he need not her hearing lost for questioning. Butch thought of pistol whipping her in the facial region but that may only leave her to unconsciousness. He glanced at her neck stained with bruises from when she was strangled in the shower room the day before. He pressed the barrel of the gun against her throat, digging it deeply into the skin. He snarled gritted behind his teeth, "I won't kill you, but pull that off again and I'll shove this gun so far up you, that you'll be begging for me to pull the trigger."

He wasn't serious, but only willing to scare her, besides the whole session was built on fear. In fact, with the drug injected inside of Mei she perhaps no longer saw Butch as a human being but as what her mind perceived him to be. Butch stepped back after the threat, casing and unequipping his weapon, and instead pulled another except this time it was his baton, just for good measures.

The next clip that appeared on the television was a compilation of thunder and lighting storms. The sound effected boomed through the speakers of the room, sounding oddly... real. Butch enjoyed the sound, however yet felt doleful about it, for it has been long since his last rainfall. Mei did not respond terrified, however he was sure about Dominique. After that video a few others appeared, heights, ghosts, even black cats, but nothing. It was not until a strangle spastic video of two seconds of blood splatters to the face of Vega Archer. It wasn't even a video just a forced imaged of Vega clothed with blood. Butch was not sure who was in the camera room managing the videos, it was Greg's job, however he was still resting in the medical bay.

After Mei's reaction to the last video the screen went blank, but the session was not yet over. Butch sat against a chair facing Mei. His hands were for the first time approaching Mei not clenched with weapon or fist, just open. He lifted a miniature electronic tablet from his pocket and began writing with a stylus. After a half minute of writing Butch announced, "You are free to speak and to answer. There will be no consequences. I would begin asking you questions. First one, why is it that sharp... objects frighten you? Any past experiences?"

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Dominique bit her lip when she saw how Butch drew his gun, she fight the urge to tell him to stop because she kind of knew that would be a bad thing to do. So she had no choice but averted her eyes and tried to think about something else. Mei on the other hand squeaked as he marched towards her, fearing the man more than the weapon. Not only because he was the one holding it and the one choosing if it would be used or not. Even without the weapon he was a nightmare. A small yelp escaped her lips as he pressed it on her throat, staring up at him with terrified eyes. Too scared to look away.

"I won't kill you, but pull that off again and I'll shove this gun so far up you, that you'll be begging for me to pull the trigger."

Dominique frowned, yuck that was kind of disturbing to hear.

Mei started crying once again and nodded, her voice wouldn't work. She couldn't answer, not like she wanted to but he was mad and being quiet didn't seem like a good choice at moments like this. As he moved away she breathed out again, relaxing a little since it was over for the time being.

As the thunder was heard Mei stared blankly at the screen while Dominique stiffened where she stood. She had predicted that it would show up sooner or later but when it happened she still wasn't prepared. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe slowly, thinking happy thoughts. But screams still clanged far inside her head, when the sound finally stopped she collected herself and opened her eyes. Still hearing the shouting but the happy thoughts was slowly shutting them up also.

Even if the last thing was badly made, not much really Mei cried out as the blood appeared. Not being so fond of blood, and certainly not when in contact with Vega she started shaking. Fearing what would happen tomorrow when she would be in here to. She knew Vega could defend herself, probably much better then Mei, but still here there were people there were much too brutal. Like that monster standing there. She didn't want Vega to get hurt, the thought made her feel terrible.

"You are free to speak and to answer. There will be no consequences. I would begin asking you questions. First one, why is it that sharp... objects frighten you? Any past experiences?"

Mei blinked, was he kidding? Was it a trick..? No consequences? That didn't sound right. The monster was lying.

"What...? No?" Mei paused, "I always cut myself when I tried to use scissors or knifes when I was younger..."

Well it was true but nit the complete truth either. The real fear of them occurred when he died, yeah he got shot. But before that happened she never really understood how dangerous the world was. And after that she always was more cautious when it came to everything.

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"What...? No? I always cut myself when I tried to use scissors or knifes when I was younger..."

"When you tried to use scissors or knives, correct? Then, I assume you are not activate in self-hurting, and by looking at your wrists, I see no cuts, thus that is another reason to justify my assumption, yes? So, let's say you did kill Daryl Court, dismiss your personal beliefs. Why use poison? Why not a gun or a knife to kill the councilor? You still do not act clumsily around blades correct? But if you do, then that gives me a reason to cancel the will to use of blades. Another assumption. But why not a gun? Sure you may be a server, but your sister is or may I say was a cop. Maybe because you feared of getting caught, instead you believed you could swiftly exited the scene with poison, where as with a weapon, you would seem vulnerable. Or maybe you couldn't bare seeing the pain and suffering of Court, therefore you departed before the witnessing of his slow and painful death. The way you cripple under pain, the way you curl defenseless in a ball when I strike, reveals your reaction to pain.

You see what I am doing, Archer? Assumptions after assumptions, maybes and perhaps, no true facts. And the only reason why you are still alive is because the press wants a reason, they don't want the Council to sound like heartless bastards sentencing a poor innocent girl to hell. Let me tell you something, the council does not want you to be declared innocent. You want to get out of this mess, you say you did none of this, then this is what you do- point fingers. Someone pointed a finger at you, and now its time for you to start the chain-reactions. But you cannot get out of this entirely, like I said the Council does not want you to be innocent. Say you just supposedly saw another server toying with the poison device but you thought nothing of it, in fact you didn't know what it was. Then they'll ask why your face was on camera, say this server, your rival maybe, modified the tape to frame you. You will only be charged for ignoring suspicious action, and that will only leave you on house-arrest for two to five years, easy as that. What do you think, dear, ready to get the hell out of here?"

Butch paused, he was convinced the girl was innocent, but orders were orders she could not be completely safe from this. He began to chuckle, remembering a very important part about tomorrow. "Oh, wait, isn't your sister arriving tomorrow. Just leave her, is Vega Archer truly worth it? No one is more your survival, than you evolving into something greater and strong. Because this place weakens you. Its only survival of the fittest."

Butch tilted his head to Dominique. "What do you think of this Capwell?"

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Mei listened to the man’s assumptions, and other things… She got kind of confused by it all. So now he believed that she was innocent? And to get out of here she needed to blame someone else? But she hadn’t seen anything. This was just… too much. Her headed started to hurt by taking in too much information, she didn’t know how to process it. Everything was just a blur.

"Oh, wait, isn't your sister arriving tomorrow. Just leave her, is Vega Archer truly worth it? No one is more your survival, than you evolving into something greater and strong. Because this place weakens you. Its only survival of the fittest."

Mei stiffened, what? Leave Vega in here all alone? When it was Mei’s fault that she got in here in the first place. She would never do that to her. How could he say so, he’s terrible. She glared up at him, not really sure what to say. She wanted to say something but she needed to think about it first.

"What do you think of this Capwell?"

Dominique straightened up and looked directly at him, “I’m not sure why you’re asking me Captain.”

Mei looked at the both, kind of happy that he had addressed the other one first so she had gotten the chance to think before speaking this time. “I’m not going to leave Vega here just to get out of the ship. Yes I want to leave, but I am sorry I can’t help you. Vega got here because of me so I would never just leave her. But I’m not that surprised by the fact that you would blurt out something like that, you seem like that kind of person who doesn’t care about anyone but yourself. I’m not like you.”

Dominique couldn’t help but smile at the statement – but she feared what it could cause also, for Butch to say something like that was kind of heartless. But most people in here probably would leave their family just to get out. After a while trapped in here maybe you won’t care about the same things anymore. But what did she know about that, she had never been trapped until now. Because it may be as Butch said that even the guards was trapped, well at least those who had been here for long periods of time.

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“I’m not going to leave Vega here just to get out of the ship. Yes I want to leave, but I am sorry I can’t help you. Vega got here because of me so I would never just leave her. But I’m not that surprised by the fact that you would blurt out something like that, you seem like that kind of person who doesn’t care about anyone but yourself. I’m not like you.”

Butch slightly laughed, he enjoyed their conversation, it was like talking to a foolish child. He toyed wit her mind, with what she stood for. "Everyone of us is going to rot," he started. "Fathers turn to dust, mothers are forgotten, and so do the child join along. It only is an order of life, and Vega Archer would just be obeying it. But the girl is too damn deep into her rebellions and resistances, the reason why she joins Morus. But luckily, she just may be able to attend your execution."

Butch was only playing a part, however he hope Dominique was convinced of it, but it seemed so real. He digging out beliefs he once clutched to. He smiled cruelly, "What a great family reunion that would be. Maybe we could mail what's left of you to your sister. It would be a great family keepsake, don't you say? I say these things because I know you have no power over me, no one does. I am control of my own destiny, my own fortress. Morus is world, and I am its god. And in my domain, there are no morals, and no rules but one, survive. And those who disobey my orders shall be condemned to an underworld of misery, oh we're already here."

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"Everyone of us is going to rot. Fathers turn to dust, mothers are forgotten, and so do the child join along. It only is an order of life, and Vega Archer would just be obeying it. But the girl is too damn deep into her rebellions and resistances, the reason why she joins Morus. But luckily, she just may be able to attend your execution."

Mei stared at him, that she already knew somehow. Didn’t everyone know that? Because everyone dies in the end and disappear. But to say it like that was cruel. It was like there is nothing great with living, but there must be some good points or else no one would stay alive. Not even that monster.

"What a great family reunion that would be. Maybe we could mail what's left of you to your sister. It would be a great family keepsake, don't you say? I say these things because I know you have no power over me, no one does. I am control of my own destiny, my own fortress. Morus is a world, and I am its god. And in my domain, there are no morals, and no rules but one, survive. And those who disobey my orders shall be condemned to an underworld of misery, oh we're already here."

“If you’re a god how come you are doing the dirty work?” Mei blurted that out before thinking, but hey it was true. If he was the highest person on the ship why were he here and interrogated her? He could easily ask someone else to do it, like the woman. Why bring her when she didn’t do anything but stand there and watch if he had made the decision? That was a stupid decision if that was so.

Dominque smiled and wanted to join into the discussion but to support the girl didn’t seem like a wise choice when the other part was Butch. And she was here to support him with the interrogation not the prisoner. Not even after him suddenly saying things like she being innocent.

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“If you’re a god how come you are doing the dirty work?

"A superior god wills to whatever he desires, correct?" Butch responded as he shifted his hand over to her wavy strains of of light brown hair. He became to brush his fingers through it, as his face leaned closer to hers, letting the uneasiness of his play discomfort her. Mei already feared the man, saw his as a demonic entity, now it is time to distort his being into a wormy disgusting man. Butch then grabbed her chin gently, eye to eye; so close he could lay a smooch upon her. "And what if its my desire to embrace my flesh against yours, whether it be through a nestle of my strong palms against your thin but soft neck."

Butch had completely forgotten Dominique's company, perhaps she was testing Butch. However he was remind of her existence with him in the same circumstance. He would have been much more insecure and self-controlled. But like usual Butch would have an excuse for in the future when she questions his behavior. He would simply say, "I was only trying to scare her, the whole session was built on fear." Then he would probably sweet talk her. And the way to make her talk was to make her angry. In fact, Butch noticed women loved to talk when enraged or irritated. For an example, the day before when Butch invaded her presence, making her feel annoyed and violated. Butch tried the same to Mei.

"Now that we've gotten so close, how about you tell me about yourself, Mei, before I do something rash."

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"A superior god wills to whatever he desires, correct? And what if it’s my desire to embrace my flesh against yours, whether it be through a nestle of my strong palms against your thin but soft neck.

Mei’s face got distorted into something very much disturbed, not because of what he said actually but because of how close he was getting. It was… disgusting. Why did he do this now? This time it all was so confusing! And when she thought about what he said, it was not like she cared because she had no intention of winning his liking – but hey it wasn’t her fault that it was like that. People just beat her up wherever she went she couldn’t help it, if she got to choose it wouldn’t be that way.

Dominique on the other hand was fighting the urge to leave the room immediately, this was even more disturbing to watch then the comment before. She didn’t feel like watching Butch getting to intimate with a prisoner just because he believed he was the one controlling all of the ship. She didn’t want to watch random people touch each other up and most definitely didn’t want to watch Butch harass the girl, this was just sick. Why did she have to watch this? So damn sickening.

Dominique took a deep breath as the girl started to sob once more while twisting her body in attempts to avoid the touch. Dominique buried her nails down in her palm in attempt to calm herself but really, was he trying to torture her as well? She opened her mouth to tell him she was leaving the room but closed it again, no she couldn’t leave everything was recorded so her leaving would be seen. She couldn’t just walk out of there because she felt disgusted. She didn’t want to do anything wrong and loose this, so she just stared into the wall and tried to think happy thoughts again. Shutting out the voices.

"Now that we've gotten so close , how about you tell me about yourself, Mei, before I do something rash."

Mei which still looked like she just had ate a whole lemon shook her head and mumbled, “S-Stop this… I don’t have anything to tell. There is nothing to say about me.”

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“S-Stop this… I don’t have anything to tell. There is nothing to say about me.”

Butch drew his thick icy fingers down her throat as he softy wrapped them around her neck. He his grip so not so tight, yet he was trying to be so aggressive, just terrifying. The drug must be out of her system now, it wasn't the strongest of its brethren. "Nothing?" he asked as he laid soft kisses against her neck. "Nothing within this pretty face of yours? A face worn out with bruises and scars, every wound has its story."

He began to unbutton her prison uniform with a straight face. "Not even something you want to tell me about Vega? I'll tell her about you, and I." Now down to her undershirt Butch stared at her chest. He was going to stop there, only trying to scare her by opening her outer shirt of the uniform. But needed her to speak, he was desperate to choke a word out her, so he must continue the show. Butch became to dragged his hand down her body, starting at the collar bone. The the dragged down to her chest, he felt something. Is that a weapon? No, this can't be right she wouldn't have bruises, if she did have one. He kept brushing his fingers through her breast, feeling something there. This must of felt incredibly awkward for Dominique. But if Dominique didn't stop him, he would find the knife. She didn't know he was doing this for a purpose, for discovery. Or was Mei finally going to speak so that he stop?

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"Nothing? Nothing within this pretty face of yours? A face worn out with bruises and scars, every wound has its story."

Okay, if there is a God this is the right time to strike really. Mei didn't want to participate anymore, let her die now please. This was like a nightmare on so many levels she didn't even know how to react anymore. Don't touch her! His lips felt disgusting, and she didn't want them on her noo. No. Why did he have to do this?

"Not even something you want to tell me about Vega? I'll tell her about you, and I."

"No don't!" Mei tried to fend him off or just get away a little, tried to avoid his attacks. But that was easier said than done. And to her shock he actually started to unbutton her shirt, with the female guard still standing by the door. What's wrong with him?! She was afraid of him finding the knife too but she was kind of too disgusted by how he was touching her to actually think about it. She just wanted to leave, she didn't care about how. She didn't want to see this man again, ever.

"I-I'm just a nobody... There isn't anything to know about... I pass through life as a wallflower!"

Dominique glanced towards them again and got her face turned to stone, literally. She wanted to throw up, punch Butch in the face, leave, there was too much commotion inside of her. But as the serious police officer she was on the inside she would never do anything like that. Instead she walked up to him and clenched his shoulder with the right hand, a little too much then she needed but somehow she needed to get the anger out of her. And if it had to be digging her nails down in the guarded shoulder - which he probably couldn't feel - then so be it.

As she put on her professional face again with the stiff smile she looked down at him, "I think that's enough, Captain. When I read the papers I got before entering the ship I saw the paragraph about only raising hands towards prisoners if necessary - in self-defense or to separate them in cause of fights. I can't see that you are in some sort of danger, there is no need for you to touch this girl. And by the look of it you are doing something that is forbidden for the male guards. Only female guards have permission to examine them."

She let go of his shoulder and closed the girl’s shirt, "The other's may fear you and let you do whatever you want but if you continue this I am going to write a report to the warden. I don't care if you think that you have the right to do whatever you want, because right now you are only abusing your power. If the warden won't do anything I will send the report further up, be sure of that. I'm not going to quite until you get a demotion."

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"I-I'm just a nobody... There isn't anything to know about... I pass through life as a wallflower!"

"Why do you want to live that way? But also, what's in here?" Butch lifted his hand to search through her bra but he felt Dominique clutching his shoulder firmly, though it did not hurt Butch felt the tenses of Dominique. Butch was so close, this was not like the outburst on Greg, Butch believed he was actually getting somewhere with his offensive motive. If Dominique was anyone else Butch would have ignored them, but those pissed at her, Butch held his respects for Dominique. Yet, he was not happy with her interruption.

"I think that's enough, Captain. When I read the papers I got before entering the ship I saw the paragraph about only raising hands towards prisoners if necessary - in self-defense or to separate them in cause of fights. I can't see that you are in some sort of danger, there is no need for you to touch this girl. And by the look of it you are doing something that is forbidden for the male guards. Only female guards have permission to examine them."

Butch could strangle Dominique if he didn't still care about her. For he hated being told what to do in front of a prisoner, it made him look vulnerable and weak. Butch saw his partner delusional, there was something on her, Dominique did not feel what he felt. Besides the rules and regulations she cited were from the handbook rarely did anyone give any attention to. The only rule given acknowledgement was never tolerating escapes. Though Butch keep his mouth shut with a furious glare letting her continue.

The other's may fear you and let you do whatever you want but if you continue this I am going to write a report to the warden. I don't care if you think that you have the right to do whatever you want, because right now you are only abusing your power. If the warden won't do anything I will send the report further up, be sure of that. I'm not going to quite until you get a demotion."

Butch ignored her and rolled his eyes like an annoyed school girl before he lifted a walkie-talkie programmed into his guardsmen's watch commanding, "Mei Archer's escort report to room 04." After Mei's was led out of the room with handcuffs, it was just now Butch and Dominique. Butch sharply turned to Dominique fist clenched in acrimony. "Dominique, my patience wears thin. Don't ever think about screwing me over again. And for a prisoner? I was in the middle of something.You think I was doing that for nothing. Besides, who the hell cares about the handbook? Or else I would have been out of here a long time ago. Go ahead, report me, get me fired because I don't want to work again if you're going to be the boss of me!"

Again, Butch was acting like a child over an adult matter, and yet again he had his juvenile tantrum. Butch did not truly understand the word, innocent, or else he wouldn't have hurt Greg and would now know to not harm Mei, or at least not go that far. Maybe he did know of the word but ignored it, and only held concern for the strongest and most powerful, and for now he saw himself fitting that description. He never understood heroism, thought it suicide. Why would someone better the needs of others and not themselves? Do they wish to die? Most heroes don't seem suicidal though. It was the first time Butch raised his voice directly at Dominique, even when they were dating he never yelled out her, mainly because they never worked together. Butch was in an older class than Dominique so they never took on assignments together, or they would have clashed before.

Petra

Petra had spent most of the time while Mei was gone, just brushing her teeth and combing her hair, counting the tiles above the ceiling just another fifth time- you know just passing time. Finally Mei arrived, thankful she was not beaten again, but she appeared upset and by the glisten of her eyes, Mei seemed to have sobbed a bit. Petra laid her hand against Mei's shoulder asking kindly, "What happened, cupcake? You don't look injured, what did they do to you this time? You did bring your knife like I told you, yes?"

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Dominique

It was pleasing to see that Butch came to his right senses and sent the girl back to the cell, even if it was with a murdering glare towards Dominique. Well he could be mad at her all he wanted, her anger calmed as soon as he listened to her so his tantrums didn’t even touch her the least. Because whatever cracks he may have formed in her defenses yesterday, those cracks were gone and her mental brick wall was compact once more.

"Dominique, my patience wears thin. Don't ever think about screwing me over again. And for a prisoner? I was in the middle of something. You think I was doing that for nothing. Besides, who the hell cares about the handbook? Or else I would have been out of here a long time ago. Go ahead, report me, get me fired because I don't want to work again if you're going to be the boss of me!"

Dominique tilted her head to the side and spoke calmly, “So what if I screw you over one more time? What are you going to do then? Beat me down like you did to Greg? Well then so be it, just because you think you can get away with anything you want doesn’t make it true. Just because I tell you not to break the rules doesn’t make me boss over you, but fine be a baby and cry all you want.”

She sighed, tired of the drama really. This was why she didn’t like to babysit Vince’s kids, they were always such trouble. Always shouting and crying, throwing tantrums over nothing – why did she have to babysit a grown up man? Annoying.

“You know I go by the book, you should do that too really. If you follow the handbook no one can tell you that you are doing it wrong.” After the statement she looked up into his eyes, which she didn’t like because he being angry wasn’t so pleasant. “Butch, you may have done all that for whatever answers you wanted to get what do I know, but to start to touch her like that is strictly forbidden and you know that. Talking is one thing but to actually go into action is another. And to do it when I’m participating, I don’t even know what you were thinking when you did that! If I did that in front of you I don’t even know what you would do, kill the man? That was disgusting and how could you not warn me! I feel sick after watching that, I don’t appreciate this.”

Mei

From this day forward Mei has changed her mind about the woman, she was a saint. Or something like that. When she stepped in and stopped the man Mei was so scared that he would find the knife or just continue with what he was doing. So when she was sent back to Petra she was in ecstasy really, all she had said yesterday was forgiven. She was just happy that she would get to get back to the only one who helped her.

"What happened, cupcake? You don't look injured, what did they do to you this time? You did bring your knife like I told you, yes?"

Mei nodded slowly before mumbling, “I was so scared that he would find it… He uhm… No he didn’t hurt me.”

She got quiet and sat down on the bed starting to poke the ground with her feet. It felt awkward to think about it, she wanted to forget all about yesterday yes but at the moment she wanted to forget all about today even more. Today was worse really. She felt violated.

“He told me I was innocent… But to get out of here I needed to blame someone else, but I don’t want to do that. If I blame someone else and they end up in here I’m just a murderer, maybe it isn’t me who do the killing but I sentence them to their death.” Mei shook her head and stared down at the ground, afraid to actually say it, “I think he felt the knife… It looked like that… If it wasn’t for the woman he would have gotten to take it. He uhm… felt me up kind of.”

Mei shivered, “It was disgusting…”

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Butch knew he went too far, but he thought that was the only way to get her to talk. Vexation and worried taped him, he desired to do what he often did when enraged- hit someone, or at least something, but the only person there was Dominique, not even a glass barrier to shield her this time. However indignant Butch still held his senses, and knew it would not be smart to have any aggressive contact with any objects. Was he going to do things by the handbook, no, of course not. Again, Butch has always been a stubborn person, rebelling against matters he finds non-agreeable. Butch started thinking, since Dominique is going to work with him, he better find a loop hole in the handbook, if it doesn’t condemn it then so be it. But above all Butch couldn’t wait till this whole case with the Archer sisters is done, but won’t that mean Mei will also be, done. However Dominique was completely correct, Butch would most likely choke the life of a male prisoner if that was Dominique mimicking what he did to the girl. But yet again, Dominique didn't hold the same feels for him as Butch did for her, right? Butch wanted to storm out of the room and go straight to his quarters, but won’t that make sound weak if he didn’t have the last word. Like an impulsive-tongued child Butch responded rudely, “I may not do things by a damn book, but when I am given an assignment, I wouldn't watch my comrades' soul be crushed against a storm of bullets. And if I did, at least I would die with my brothers in battle, in honor. I may commit every sin of this universe, but swear I would never leave my men to their death. With that stain, Dominique, your will never be a hero, just confused girl following rules."

Perhaps the most harm Butch could cause were through his words, he always knew how to hit a nerve.

Petra

“He told me I was innocent… But to get out of here I needed to blame someone else, but I don’t want to do that. If I blame someone else and they end up in here I’m just a murderer, maybe it isn’t me who do the killing but I sentence them to their death. I think he felt the knife… It looked like that… If it wasn’t for the woman he would have gotten to take it. He uhm… felt me up kind of. It was disgusting…”

Petra would sacrifice her life if it meant Mei would be free, the girl was innocent why couldn't they release he? Was the council's reputation more innocent than a girl's life? Petra wasn't surprise that whoever touched Mei, sure Petra held rumors of things being done to other prisoners by a few male cops, but usually that was in darker places that seemed more private, but not in an interrogation room. Petra smiled cheering Mei up, "You're you good soul. You don't seem comfortable with... death. Listen, we not going to the cafeteria today. You remember how you were beaten in the shower room, yes? Well, I better strike your attackers before they strike you. Listen no one here strikes only once. If we don't do anything they'll try to kill you, well eventually. And hey, who this man in the interrogation room? Names? Ranks?--"

After that question the buzz from yesterday signaling lunch time sounded. The usual shouting and rambling occurred as the guards demanded for order. But things were different today Petra told Mei like the day before to not lose track of her. Petra slept into another line of prisoners in the crowd of the room. This band of convicts did not follow the others, instead they compacted themselves into an elevator. Bodies were tightly pressed against even other, the elevator extremely humid with the body heat. In there was about four alerted guards weapons directed at the great handful of prisoners, the scary ones- tattoos, piercing ugly glares. Finally the elevators stopped, and the doors slid open, the floor they landed was oddly dark and there was an incredible amount of roaring, shouting, and screaming. Petra tried to shout were Mei could hear her, "One of the deepest floors of Morus! This is where they hold the crazies! But we also do others things, you'll see! This is the junkyard!"

It looked like the same cell hall Mei and Petra's cells were. But the cells here were much smaller because the insane convicts could only room with themselves but the space in between the cells was wide. They called it the junkyard for a reason, this place was forgotten when it came to cleaning Morus, but it wasn't trash that flooded the place was streaks and stains of blood from earlier brawls. All the prisoners formed a circle, in the space of the circle was where the fights occurred. To the side you could see gamblers ready to place their bets. Cops were onto it also, some even in the gamble. Others simple watched for entertainment some on the balconies along the prisoners. This is were usually the illegal marketing and trading went on in orus, from alcohol to guns, you get what you needed.

For the moment it was a lunatic round. They would round in two crazies fighting like dogs, betting on who would leave conscious. Pull bones out alignment and flesh grated by fingernails. "Just point to the ones that beat you yesterday," Petra tried to whisper to Mei, right on her ear. But Bull and TNT were out of sight, they were there though... somewhere in the crowd. "Aww... forget it I have a plan."

After the bloody lunatic round Petra shoved her way to the announcer and conductor of the fights, Big Mouth. "Hey, Big Mouth!" Mei called with Big Mouth, a girl with average body weight, black hair braid, and face sweating turned to Petra giving her a high five. "Hey, Pete, haven't seen you here in a long time.'

"Well, yeah you know," Petra responded.
"But, I want to set up a match."

"Ah, sorry, but it doesn't work like that anymore- new rules. Fight a match to set set up one.

"Fine, set me up one."

"Let's see what the coin says."

The coin flipped to heads, it was a no weapon match. Petra cursed in disappointed, she was always better at her knife than with just her hands.

"Alright who am I going against?"

"How about a crazy?"

"Throw her at me."

Petra stepped into the circle, it had been a long time she walked into that space. She stopped hungering for violence, but when someone bullied a girl, a helpless girl like Mei who shouldn't even be there, well they crossed the line. And Petra also had never fought against an insane inmate.

Alva Elm was pushed into the circle, things were heard about this woman all of them not being very good... not very good at all. Petra was scared, all rounds were only to be expected to with one unconscious. However sometimes things got out of hand. Petra put her hands up her stances bouncy but balanced. Petra may not have a lot muscle but she had speed. Petra waited for her opponent to strike first as she studied Alva.

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Dominique

“I may not do things by a damn book, but when I am given an assignment, I wouldn't watch my comrades' soul be crushed against a storm of bullets. And if I did, at least I would die with my brothers in battle, in honor. I may commit every sin of this universe, but swear I would never leave my men to their death. With that stain, Dominique, your will never be a hero, just confused girl following rules."

Dominique blinked a couple of times, unable to process the information she just got. Did he really say that? Was he serious? She opened her mouth a few times but shut it as fast, she didn’t know what to say or to do. She was just… stunned. In a bad way. When the information finally sunk in her eyes got dark, if looks could kill Butch would have been a pile of ash on the floor at that moment.

With a few quick steps she narrowed the distance between them and slapped his face with all she got, and since it was with the right hand it was pretty much. Maybe it didn’t look like that but since she had to learn how to carry even heavy stuff without putting too much pressure on the left arm the right one was clearly a lot stronger than it had been before that happening.

“You disgust me Butch Hertz. 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.”

Shaking with anger she clenched her hands not to hit him again, she hated him so much for saying that. “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.”

Mei

When Petra had told her they were going somewhere else Mei had been confused at first, why would they do that? What where there supposed to be more than what they had seen yesterday? Well when she found out she got shocked to say the least, shocked and disgusted. And scared. The place being so filthy was disturbing, she didn’t want to touch anything or anyone. It felt like she could get a disease by just standing there. But she felt like she didn’t really have a choice, and she didn’t really know what she was supposed to do. Should she follow Petra or find a quiet corner for herself to hide in until it was over?

She decided it was the best to follow Petra, well at least look at her from afar. Since Petra seemed to have something on her mind and Mei probably needed to be there later either way. So she stood there, feeling awkward and out of place. This wasn’t her kind of place and her kind of people… What had Petra said? Junkyard? Crazies? It was something like that. Mei looked around and noticed that it was quiet different to where she now lived, crazies. Like people who shouldn’t be in contact with other’s because they were more unpredictable and by that more dangerous than the other’s? So this place was more dangerous than the showers and all the other places? And now she was here? Was they being serious? Mei wanted to leave immediately but by the look of it Petra was busy. Mei didn’t really want to approach that and find out what it could be, because by the look and the sound that was not something she would like to see. The blood on the walls and ground was quiet enough for her heart to speed and make her nauseous.

Alva

Alva was sitting in her cell, minding her own business like always. She didn’t want to go out and play with the other kids. She preferred her dark corner, were the lamp had stopped working and no one had taken the time to actually fix it. She liked it there, sitting on the ground and drawing things on the floor with her fingers. Getting approval and cheerful comments from all of her friends who surrounded her. But today other’s had other plans for her apparently.

When she suddenly got yanked up from the ground she and all her friends got surprised at first, no one of them had suspected that. Struggling and screaming to get out of the grips she got dragged out of her dark corner, she was mad. She didn’t want this at all and when she suddenly got thrown out into that circle she just stood there dumbstruck at first.

As she looked around, disturbed by all the noise and all the humans she noticed the other woman standing inside the circle. Staring at her she wrinkled her nose, she didn’t like that woman. She had never seen her before but she didn’t like her either way.

“Walter, why am I here?”

Walter who now had the shape of an adult, he grew up at the same speed she had, walked casually through the crowd and placed his chin against her shoulder, “They want you to fight that woman.”

Alva sulked with an annoyed expression, “But I don’t wanna!”

“But you don’t like the woman right?” Walter looked over at the woman also, “I don’t like her either. But let me tell you one thing, if you don’t fight you will lose. And if you lose that means someone is going to have to drag your body back to the cell, which means someone is going to touch you and can touch you as much as they want since you are going to be unconscious.”

Alva stared at Walter with big eyes, “But I don’t wanna!”

“It’s your choice, but remember that if you win you can walk back to the others without any problems.”

Alva continued to sulk, not being completely okay with this at all. She wasn’t mad at the other one, she just didn’t like her. And fighting meant touching. But she could… well hit were there was clothes probably. It was better than the other option really.

She walked forward, dragging her feet behind her because it was Walter who pushed her towards the lady. She didn’t want to. She acted like a grumpy kid who got told to do something they didn’t want to by their parents. When she stood in front of the other one she still wasn’t doing anything more than just staring, Walter was arguing with her at the side. Telling her to do something, not just stand around looking dumb so with a sigh she kicked the other woman without even enthusiasm or force on the leg. Well instead of being terrifying or powerful it was still more like a kid who was annoyed and kicked on a wall.

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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.

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Dominique

She watched how Butch left the room without saying anything, she was kind of surprised that he didn’t do it. But somehow that was a look she had never seen him use before, but that was still not enough to suppress her anger. Even after he left she still felt so angry about it and somehow violated by what he had said… So even after being left alone in the room she stayed behind, she wanted to calm herself down before leaving. She couldn’t show herself this way.

So after a while with taking deep breathes and focusing on other, nicer things she could feel her pulse slowing down. As it was back to normal she walked out the door into the corridor, not really sure what to do now. When the anger was gone she realized what she had done and it made her feel cold inside. She had done it again. But this time it wasn’t a kind of harmless push, this time she had actually hit the captain… And well, here she had been predicate about the handbook and how you should follow it. And right after she had broken one of the most obvious rules over all. So once again she was preparing for being transported away from the ship. Someone had seen it, she had done it in the interrogation room also, and she had to choose the worst place of all. Even if all of the ship was monitored but seriously, she had to pick the room which was watched all the time if something was going on in there. She felt cold, anxious, but also happy. If she was going to be deported from this place she didn’t have to meet or even see Butch again. Which was something she could look forward to. It was much easier to just disappear and avoid people in a city then it was on this ship. She should probably change her number and make it private so he wouldn’t be able to continue with his calls. Well yeah, she should do that as soon as she has found the energy to do anything ever again.

Alva

She couldn’t care less about the fall to the ground or the foot that pressed the air out if her lungs. If that was the only thing that had happened she would probably just stay down and stare at the woman, but something else had happened as she tumbled to the ground. The touch to the shoulder was something she could take, that just made her a little more upset than the leg. But what made her twitch was the hand to the neck.

Her skin was itching, she wanted to scratch it so badly. It felt like a thousand bugs crawling under her skin, stomping on her naked flesh. She scratched her neck and torso trying to make the itching go away. But it only got worse, their little legs made her want to tear the skin away just to get them out. They made her go mad.

As the woman stepped back Alva pushed away with her feet’s and made a half somersault backwards, rolling on to a crouching position. She looked sideways at Walter which was grinning and nodding, “Do it.”

She turned her gaze towards the woman again and glared at her with completely other eyes, she wasn’t going to let go but she couldn’t stand the bugs. Alva let out a high pitched scream as the eyes changed completely, leaping towards the woman without even a single care about protecting herself. Aiming for the neck and torso she was going to scratch away her skin, making it vulnerable for bugs to crawl inside and drive her insane. Well for Alva the floor was covered with bugs just waiting for their chance to get inside someone body, and Alva wasn’t going to let anymore get inside her.

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The crowd cheered however Petra felt like the very opposite of a victor. Her fingers remained swimming into her enemies throat until the girl was clearly unconsciousness. Petra wanted to kill her, fearing that she may return. But even if she did kill Alva her screams will forever remain ringing in Petra's ears. Big Mouth enticed the crowd to excitement for yet another round after praising Petra for the win.

"So who shall you conquer now, Pete?" hollered Big Mouth in a mighty voiced matter.

"I-I... want," it was like Petra could no longer hear herself against all the wailing in her head. No, she couldn't take on another fight, and Petra was sure Mei wasn't ready fight either. But above all this the screaming, it kept on increasing in volume, louder and louder. "want to-- STOP IT! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Petra hollered and roared like a maniac as she clawed and pulled at her ears. Her body felt like hell with the sores and wounds collected upon her skin, like a continuous fiery scratching.

"Holy shit!" Big Mouth cried fleeing from Petra while guards surrounding the room stepped towards Petra with taser guns directed at Petra. The only harm she caused was to herself, but she appeared to be dangerous and unpredictable. Petra hardly ever wore her prison outer top and usually just the black tank-top, which she split, ripping it in half. She grasped her knife, positioning it under her ear, and started to hack into it.

However soon as she started one cop fired the taser into Petra, with her weak defend-less body hitting the ground. "Everybody clear out!" shouted the cops, waving for the sane prisoners to exit through the elevator. While the only insane one was Alva lying knocked out on the ground. She was thrown back into her cell like a rag doll. Petra on the hand, was still conscious just with the pain overthrown by the shock of the taser, she liked it for a fact that it numbed the scratching but the screaming never stopped.

And with guards circled closely around the new insane patient, Petra, Mei had to walk her own paths. No longer protected and guided by her woman who reached out as a friend. The elveator doors shut close, no telling when Mei will see Petra, if she will see Petra.

When finally making it back up to her cell hall, lunch and yard time had already passed and fortunately it was not shower time today. It was usually after every other day, sometimes every two days. The rest of the time was for the prisoner to sit in their cells to face the fact they were incarcerated, confined in an octagon they now call their life. Some of the police would say now is the time the convicts can think about they had done, but Mei did not do anything but be the unlucky one.

The day ended, lights died out one by one and Petra's bed remained empty- she wasn't brushing her teeth or combing her hair like every night, no nothing. She made had known Petra for a day but good company is far better than isolation.

Butch

The next day arose, Butch was exhausted getting no sleep the night before. Dark circles formed under his eyes, he staggered to the bathroom, washing his face he glanced at the mirror. His face was still sore from the slap yesterday but now it remained as a bruise. He desire not for anyone to ask him what it was about, but he was sure questions would arise. However for today he thought he could keep silent. Though Butch worried if he did not interrogate the prisoner then the warden would press on getting him kicked out of Morus.

It was quite early from the session so Butch sat against his sofa taking a smoke. Stubble formed around his chin and cheeks, he didn't feel like shaving yesterday. In fact, he didn't feel like doing anything, but he knew that wasn't his choice. Against his scalp he wore his black winter hat. It was finally time for him to make his way back to the interrogation halls for session number three. He took a deep breath, but he was past being nervous, now just careless. He was going to do his job, the right way and just ask simple questions, hoping for the best.

Butch approached Dominique standing a few meters away from her, waiting her for to enter the room first. He did not, however, meet eyes with her. Instead stared at the ground as if he was hypnotized with it. Butch acted like he was non-living just a stiff brick wall. Butch looked bad, no shave, smelled like cigarette smoke with a hint of whiskey and brandy from the drinking late last night. Butch was sleep deprived and worry showed through his wrinkles. But he wore a emotionless mask. It was about morning time, they wold interrogate Mei, Vega would soon arrive at usual yard time. They would then interrogate Vega as soon as she got there. Though for now Mei was the only priority.

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Dominique

After her regular morning routine waking up way to early, walking around in her room and after that the ship she arrived at the interrogation hall with time in advance. Dominique had stood there without moving an inch for maybe half an hour, hour when Butch showed up. The anger had calmed but that didn't mean she had forgiven and forget about what he had said yesterday, she was just calm enough to shove that aside and probably not mention it ever again. She was embarrassed for her behavior and bringing it up would just mean fighting, the subject was too intense to not start new quarrels. And that was not something she wanted right now, it had only been two days and she had already fought with Butch twice.

She took a deep breath before turning her face towards him, seeing how he stared down into the ground. Still acting like child apparently, well Dominique wasn't that surprised. What she had seen these days didn't really talk for Butch maturing at all.

"Good morning Captain."

After a closer look she came to the conclusion that it was more than just a childish act. Well, this was the first time Dominique had seen Butch look like this. The bruise made her feel more ashamed for her own moment of rage, but she wasn't going to apologize - she didn't think there was anything to apologize for. He kind of asked for it when acting like that. But today it was something completely different, the aura felt more like the end of the world type. Which was astounding. Dominique had always fought that Butch brushed away everything in a blink of an eye, but it looked like she had been wrong.

After a while with him not doing anything Dominque decided it was for the best to just walk into the room hosting Mei Archer and hope for him to follow, or else well she had to figure that out then if it was like so.

Mei

After the events yesterday Mei had sat in her bed waiting for Petra to arrive, thinking that maybe she had gotten so hurt that some doctor or anything like that had to look over her. Even Mei knew it probably wasn't like that but she kept telling herself it was so or else she would probably lose it. She had heard the screams, from both Petra in the end an what that was that had made those terrible sounds before it. She didn't like it. She felt that Petra's disappearance had something to do with it. Mei missed Petra.

When getting placed in the empty room once again she still was telling herself that Petra would be inside the cell waiting for her to arrive. She had probably just spent the night in an infirmary or something like that. Yeah... She watched the door open kind of glad to see the woman from yesterday entering, but if she was there Mei guessed the other one was too. And he was probably the last one she wanted to meet now. Even after the source of the terrifying sounds, she would rather sit inside this room with that instead of him. She sighed thinking about it, tilting her head down to avoid having to look at him.

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Petra

Soon after she was tazed she forced herself to faint, to escape the pain, the screaming from inside. She awoke the next morning but not in her cell, in a single tiny square room. The screaming however was more of an eerie howl. It caused Petra to shiver, but noises inside her head was not the only problem she had to stress over. Looking down at her body she saw no skin, no for it was covered by a white stray jacket. "No," she spoke to herself. "I'm not crazy. Right? Right, you're not crazy, Petra" Sadly, she did not notice she was talking to herself, but everyone has talked to themselves and its only crazy if they believe they talking to someone within. "Wait what about Mei?"

Petra stumbled, falling, losing her balance as she felt the sores on her body from the former fight. The scratch marks on her arms, the bite on her neck and shoulder sections, was all a remembrance of yesterday. Crawling to the heavy metal door, Petra leaped to look out the small square window. "No..." She now discovered her location- it was the junkyard, where they stored all the crazies. "I'm not one of them, no I can't be!"

Petra went back to her spot, back leaned against the wall sitting. She waited, often she shook her head seeing hints of the girl haunting her. But Petra did not scream she knew her head was just playing tricks on her. No one came, she just stayed there, bored and frustrated she tapped her head against the wall, pressing her mind to think. Lightly banging her head against the surface, Mei notice there was a little hole in the wall. She peaked into it. The room was dim like her cell, but what frightened her was to see the same girl she fought the day before. "Well... Shit." Someone did this on purpose to see how they would supposedly react with cells lined together, well at least that is what Petra suspected. "Heh, Mei's bad luck infected me," Petra joked to herself aloud. "Ahh... Mei, hope you're safe."

Butch

He waited for Dominique to enter before he did. He sat against a stool, no shock collar, no injection, just sat. Not looking at Dominique nor even the prisoner, but only at the metal table. He sat slumped over like depressed middle school student. Game time he told himself mentally, straightening his back trying to forget everything but the mission, and Butch prays he never fails a mission- that is all that worried him this very moment. He was going to ask a simple question first, and see where he'll go from there.

"Mei Archer," he began however as nervous as an eight year old child performing in a talent show. "Did you enjoy your job as a server?"

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Alva

Walter was ignoring her. Alva was sad, sulking in her corner with all her other friends around her. Hugging, kissing, saying nice things. Trying to cheer her up. But it didn't matter, she just wanted Walter to forgive her for her failure yesterday. He was just standing around by the cell door, paying attention to everything else but Alva. It was as always a lot of sounds echoing in the space so Alva's lonely howling disappeared in the mass. She just wanted him to see her.

Her head slumped, rolling around freely as if she didn't have any neck. It still itched a bit from when it was touched, but not nearly as bad as yesterday. But her friends were complaining about the bruises which were left, it didn't suit her they said. She didn't know, she didn't have any mirrors. As her head still just hanged backwards with her still letting out sad noises to grab Walter's attention she saw the movement, how the little light disappeared from the wall. Not really sure if she had seen right she blinked a couple of times. Wasn't that cell empty? The previous owner died or something like that, Alva didn't pay attention to things like that but she thought she had seen the guards bringing the body away through the elevator.

"Well... Shit. Heh, Mei's bad luck infected me. Ahh... Mei, hope you're safe."

Well that was a human voice for sure. All of her friends, except Walter, was standing around the hole Alva knew was there. She had been here for a long time, of course she knew it was there - she knew everything about her own cell. Even how many tiles it had. The friends seemed upset so intrigued by that Alva started to crawl towards it. As she arrived at the wall she blinked a couple of times again, shocked by the sight. It was her. With a angry scream she started to punch and scratching the wall, not caring about how the skin got torn of her fingers. It was her fault Walter didn't want to keep her company anymore, she hated that woman.

Mei

Somehow this felt different from all the other times. It wasn't that aggressive approach he had shown before, a bit curios about why she glanced upwards. Watching him sit down on a chair without saying anything, well the authority he had showed before seemed to be gone. The only one showing authority was the woman who still was just standing by the door and observed what happened. Well she watched the man more, just as confused as Mei by the look of it.

"Mei Archer, did you enjoy your job as a server?"

Thrown of guard Mei just stared at him for a moment, what was with that question? It wasn't like any of those she had already gotten. Had he suddenly decided to change course and attack the subject with another tactic? Was this an act? How strange...

"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."

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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?"

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Alva

As the guards arrived instead of getting happy by how they treated her neighbor Alva got angrier. That was her prey, it should be her who was hurting that creature. Not those guards. Even if she wasn’t screaming anymore she still punched the wall, she knew that if she had continued raising her voice they would have come into her cell as well. She didn’t like that thought at all.

“Why aren’t you just satisfied with the fact that she’s down now?”

Startled by the sudden statement she glanced towards Walter, that wasn’t like him saying things like that. He was very upset at her when acting like that, like he didn’t care at all. Alva slumped down and lowered her hands, having them dangling at the sides.

“I just… It’s not fair… You’re just being mean now…”

Alva glanced towards the hole again, still wanting to be able to get through it so she could finish that human, but to depressed by how cold Walter was she crawled back to her corner. Facing the wall and drawing monsters on it with the blood from scratching up her hands earlier.

Mei and Dominique

"Yeah, freedom is an illusion, someone is always going to have power over another."

Was this really the same man as yesterday? It was like a sick joke really, as if he had a twin brother that had taken his place today. But that was unlikely. Maybe that warden person that had been mentioned yesterday had told him off? Probably something like that, the woman had threatened to report it to that person.

"Uhm, never mind. What is it that you wanted to do with your life?"

Was did they want to get out by asking this? Mei was just confused now, why was that interesting? She shrugged facing down, a bit embarrassed to tell. Most people said that she was just being silly wanting to do something like that, she hadn’t even won a single competition in her youth.

“Well, if I got to choose I would be working close to water. It could be diving, swimming, on a boat. I don’t really care that much as long as I could be close to it. But I wanted to be an elite swimmer when I was younger.”

Dominique was watching Butch with concern, it really was bad. This was a complete stranger, which made her worried. And the bruise was really bothering her, she should apologize. If she doesn’t do that she’s just acting like a kid also. Yeah if she doesn’t do that it would continue to nag at her in the back of her head. She felt bad.

“Why just water to be precise?”

That was the first time the woman had asked a question and well it made Mei alarmed. She preferred her just standing by the door and observing, it was quite enough with only one inquisitive type.

“I just prefer to be underwater then above… You don’t need to think about bothersome things when swimming… The water always calms me down when everything else goes wrong.”

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Finally, to Petra's relief, the girl from the side departed from the hole. Petra knew, if that lunatic continued to prick the opening that it would grow bigger, perhaps large enough to poke an arm through. No, she didn't want for that to happen- she wanted out. But how? Well, Petra did know Mei, perhaps if she leaked information out, then perhaps she could leave this cursed cell. Petra felt like she could summary the type of person Mei appeared to be, and all of it being a good light. So, wouldn't Petra be helping Mei in the end? No, what if they twist Petra's words turning her into a traitor.

"Come on, Petra. You can at least go through a week of this, right?" she spoke to herself soft, face pressed against the icy floor.
"You can do it."

Guards were getting ready to feed the prisoners, going down the hall to each door, opening a small slot to place a tiny bag. When Petra saw a cop approach her door, she told herself, "You can tell them! Get out of here! No, you can't do that Mei. I can't stay in here either..."

The drawer inside of door held the bag known as Petra's meal of the day. The policewoman was right there, she could easily escape the place and from that lunatic. But no, Petra would stay far away from betrayal, or at least she hopes...
She lifted the big, not yet opening it but only sniffing it. Finally she unwrapped it what was inside- a thin powder of rice. Petra remembered all the gruel she was served in the cafeteria hating the very substance of it, but now she ever most thankful that she had at least something and not a tease as this rice powder was. It was the very little to keep her alive. Petra was getting a real slap in the face of how ungrateful she was in the past, yeah prison isn't great but the way these people are living...

Butch

“Why just water to be precise?”

Butch held his breath, was Dominique finally speaking? He sighed, in relief but what if she was still watching him. Butch was very suspicious, the warden was a woman maybe the warden was offended how Butch twiddled with the girl. But that wasn't right, the warden never cared to what condition any prisoner was given, what made Mei Archer any different? Wait, does the warden believe Mei is innocent. Butch battled with thought and it showed on his face, perplexed and puzzled. He wanted to excuse himself so he just go somewhere to rest his head.

“I just prefer to be underwater then above… You don’t need to think about bothersome things when swimming… The water always calms me down when everything else goes wrong.”

He didn't respond, didn't press anymore questions though now would be a perfect time to question what Vega's ambitions were. But no, Butch froze, wandering who was the warden? She had always left Morus in Butch's hand, why now did she put Dominique over him? Sure, Dominique still addressed him as captain but she got away with striking him. Did the warden see a better light inside of Dominique? Does the warden want Dominique Capwell to lead the prison to justice? Automatically Butch with eyes widening thought She's going to replace me.

"I've got to go... uhh... take a piss," Butch blurted without thought, he exited the room. Hopefully, Dominique would continue the interrogation, it was her job, right? Watching Butch wasn't, yes? At the restroom Butch washed his hand and then his face, staring at the bruise with fright. The bruise to him was the first stage of Dominique's stand. Can she be trusted?

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Alva

As the food arrived Alva just looked back at the bag, she didn't have any appetite at all today. The thought of food made her nauseous, well at least their food. She couldn't remember how real food tasted, faintly in her mind she remembered how it looked at it wasn't like that. Maybe she had actually liked to eat at some time in her life but the last couple of years she had eaten less and less. Gotten tinier and tinier by time. Lucifer was nagging at her about that, he was called Luca.. Lucas... Thomas? Something else by the others but the horns she saw on his forehead made her call him Lucifer - he was evil also, in her eyes. Always asking weird questions and taking strange test, trying to figure out how they could cure her and others. She wasn't the only one being a test subject, many others from this part of the ship met with him and his friends. No one cared about them, no one noticed if someone disappeared. Humans disappeared all the time in here. Alva was just lucky she was still around.

"You haven't eaten in three days, maybe that's why you lost. Thought about it?" Walter gave her a harsh look where he stood and pointed at the bag, "You go and eat."

Alva's face got al wrinkly as she looked at him with a disappointed look, looking like a grumpy kid once more, "But I don't wanna!"

"Go and eat or I walk out of here."

Alva dragged herself towards the bag and opened it, glancing towards him with a sour look from time to time as she started to force herself eat the tasteless powder.

Mei and Dominique

"I've got to go... uhh... take a piss."

Both women stared at him as he walked out, surprised to say the least. Neither of them not sure what had just happened. Dominique worrying about him since he was acting so weird while Mei was terrified that it all was some sort of new torture he would show up with.

Dominique's heart was beating faster and faster as the time went by, it felt like she had been standing there for hours, she wasn't really sure about how much time had passed - but most likely not that much. She was panicking quite a bit, this was not something that should happen.

"I uhm... I' have been told not to interrogate you without the captain so I am sorry for the trouble... I understand that this is a strange occurrence and you probably want to leave but we have to wait for his return since this not is something I have influence over..."

Mei studied the woman, she was acting strange also. Somehow both of them seemed to be punctured, like balloons leaking air. Getting more insecure by the minute. Well it could be because the woman felt as misplaced as Mei and now didn't know what to do without the man in the room, she did say that her orders was not to do sort of thing without him so being left in here was probably a bit hard on her. Maybe she was scared?

"It doesn’t matter, I don't have anything to do anyway. So I can be bored in here as well as in my cell."

Dominque nodded, well that was obvious. She was just not so happy with the silence in the room and had to at least explain that, it was a pain to be left in here with Mei like this. What was Butch thinking when doing something like that?

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It was obvious that he was not urinating, for he spent longer time than it took the average person to empty his bladder. He didn't want to continue the interrogation, he wondered to himself, why he couldn't just store himself away in his quarters, we he couldn't imprison himself, locked away from the real world, from real people. And most certainly, he didn't want to see Dominique again, he felt simultaneously fearing her but also feeling depressed among her. No, there had to be something to interrupt the session-- yes it was yard time, but day they wouldn't be going to the yard, instead they would welcome the new convicts. It a fear type of thing, let the fresh meats be terrified by the haunting prison faces. But most importantly, the warden would want Mei to see her sister, Vega, prisoner number patched on her chest; to let Mei feel like it was her fault that her sister was caught up into this.

Butch glanced at his watch, it was twenty minutes from yard time. He cursed to himself, but he didn't want to go back in there, because he feared he would screw up again and do something stupid. Butch stayed the restroom because he knew he was impulsive, that everyone just needs to catch their breath. So he never returned back to the interrogation room. When it was time for Mei to visit the new prisoners her escorts came and yet still Butch did not return to the room. He waited five more minutes before exiting the restroom, hoping he would not bump into Dominique in the halls.

Vega

She was compacted with a band of other new prisoners inside an elevator. The only fun part about the whole journey to Morus was the ship, she always loved flying. But now she was off a ship and into another, except this ship was bigger... much bigger. This ship was Morus, a fortress locked away with inhuman horrors. But Vega didn't care the only priority she had was her little sister- breaking Mei out of there. She could here prisoners from outside of the elevator howling and cursing, trying scare all of them, Vega was scared but she would never admit it.

This was it. The doors started moving, started sliding. Their voices got louder when the doors opened. Vega was in the front of the group, she was ordered to walked in but she didn't want to. Not doing anything, a cop guarding the door gripping her shoulder hard enough she grunted. The cop then hurled her out into a long hall, it was a passage way to the yard. Good thing all of the prisoners were fenced by police. Vega looked around for her sister but she couldn't find Mei, but Mei could clearly see Vega.

Finally Vega arrived at the yard and the handcuff were taken off. It was a relief her wrist were aching. She walked on the artificial yard giving people the piss the hell off look. If she was a regular prison those stares would get her killed but her sister was Mei Archer, the supposed murder of a councilor. They saw Vega just as dangerous as her sister. Vega was lucky most fresh meats were already put in there place. But she didn't care about them, she didn't care about anyone else but Mei.

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Dominique

The minutes passed by each one slower than the other, it was terrible. Dominique just wanted to leave, this was horrible. Where had Butch disappeared to? When the door finally opened she hoped for him to enter, instead it was the guards who had come to take Mei with them. As they left Dominique stayed behind outside the door, waiting for Butch to return. Because he was going to return, right? No serious worker would just leave in the middle of it? She waited for him to return so she could tell that Mei had been transported to the yard and say that she was sorry, her heart was still beating way faster than usual. She was nervous.

When finally Butch appeared she shined up, happy that he hasn't left them. But instead of returning to the interrogation room he walked the other way, Dominique stood still for a while confused by how he acted. As he was getting further away she hurried after, it was clear that he wasn't interested in Mei or the assignment anymore. As she arrived beside him she stretched out her hand to touch his arm but hesitated leaving it in the air until she let it drop to the side. Touching him didn't seem as a good choice at the moment.

"Hey, capt-- uhm Butch? I am so sorry for hitting you... I didn't mean to do that, it was a moment of weakness. I am truly sorry, I know it was stupid of me."

Mei

The other woman looked bad, well Mei didn't blame her. But as time passed by Mei was sure that the man wasn't going to return, why he didn't want to was not something she could understand but hey even the guards had other lives outside the guard thing. She wasn't going to question it, in the end they were also humans even if it was unlikely when it came to him.

When she was picked up she was a little disappointed, when sitting in the room alone with the woman nothing bad happened. It was relaxing, knowing that she wasn't going to get hit or anything else. But she was happy also because she knew that this was the day that Vega would arrive. Well... it made a bit depressed, but at the moment she was happy she got to see her again.

As they arrived to all the other prisoners Mei was hiding in the background, even more scared of them without Petra. She looked around, stood on her toes, desperately looking for Petra. She should be somewhere around here, why wasn't she here? As she searched for Petra she actually got a glance at Vega as she arrived. The thoughts of Vega got her to forget about Petra for the moment, exited she hurried after Vega as she walked over the yard. With a happy squeak she jumped over Vega's back and hugged her.

"Vega! I've missed you!" As she let go and got a look at Vega's front the smile disappeared, "I'm so sorry for getting you into trouble again... It's my fault you are in here, you shouldn't be..."

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"Hey, capt-- uhm Butch? I am so sorry for hitting you... I didn't mean to do that, it was a moment of weakness. I am truly sorry, I know it was stupid of me."

He was stunned to encounter Dominique, but even as she spoke to him now Butch did not look into her eyes, instead he glanced directly at the ground. "Ah... It's fine... I went too far anyways," he murmured wanting and wishing to escape. "I left the room, I didn't want to do something idiotic again. Well, at least not in front of you. I've got to go."

Butch turned starting to walk away, he was planning to go back to his quarters where he will find rest. Butch didn't want to be on the ship anymore, since Dominique came he's felt... like an old piece of his history was haunting him-- no teasing him. Like Dominique is there, but he can never have her due to his constant screw-ups. In his head he claimed her unavailable, as if she was married, had a family. Yes, he still loved her, but didn't believe he could have her. It was the first time Butch accepted failure.

Vega

"Vega! I've missed you!I'm so sorry for getting you into trouble again... It's my fault you are in here, you shouldn't be..."

Vega wrapped her arms around her little sister, not caring about what others thought of her, knowing this is her appearance in front of the onlookers. Letting go, Vega glanced at Mei's scars, the bruises on her neck, the healing wounds on face- Vega knew it was the right thing to do to come here. In the back of her head, she wondered how Mei even made it alive in the three day, yeah its mean, but Mei isn't the one you could see going to prison and actually surviving. Vega let go of Mei saying, "No, its not your fault. You know I got my own self in here. Thought the council would listen, but their all bastards. Maybe I was just too stupid to see they would not listen. Well, I'm here now. So, what the hell happened to you. Someone hurt you? Damn it, Mei why did it have to you? I already lost Leo, I'm not going to lose you."

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"Butch, are you trying to cut me off? I do notice that something is wrong, you never acted like this... It scares me Butch, you are the closest to a friend I have. I know I have been stupid and I know that we have different opinions on much things but please don't abandon me... If you leave me I won't have anyone anymore. I don't want to be alone!"

Wait, didn't she want to rid herself of Butch, well that is what he believed. But she called him a friend, said she didn't want to be alone- don't abandon her. Butch stopped in his tracks, listening to her further.

"Sorry... That was selfish of me... I understand that you don't want to keep me company after how I've been treating you. Forget what I just said, it was nothing. I hope you feel better tomorrow, bye until then captain."

"No, wait," he said before she was able to walk off. Butch stopped towards her, finally looking her in the eyes. He didn't want to shun her anymore, he just wished to relieve him of stress, wanting to know if the warden sent her to watch him. Sure, he was feelings hurt over the smack in the face, but knew he deserved it. However the feeling that the warden targeted him as a threat, now that saddened him, and to ponder if Dominique is working towards getting Butch fired even dead if he pissed the warden enough, then that surely depressed his day. "I won't feel better until-- well..." He sighed. "Its not about yesterday... Not most of it at least. I have to ask you something. But not here... Not in the lounge either. Somewhere private, where you know, no one can talk. How about my quarters? And maybe we can have a few beers, and chill until we have to interrogate Vega later today, or tonight- who knows its space."

Butch started feeling better when talking to Dominique, he was loosening up. But to him he was on a journey to solve mysterious and not just on finding the warden's motives with him...

Vega

Vega was annoyed by hearing about this Petra, about Mei's knew cellmate. Vega saw Mei as too naive to see how people truly are. And Vega was always the person to think only family matters, the world and its people will only turn out to screw with your head. She rose an eyebrow and curled a fist when Mei spoke of being hit the shower room. Now, Mei was crying; Vega shook her head like her sister was crying over a silly lost toy. "Listen," Vega started. "I bet she is as rotten as every inmate cast in this piss-hole. They all want to take advantage of you, trust me, Mei, I was a cop, remember? I some assignments dealing with these scum."

It was odd for Vega to be on the opposite end, to be the one behind the bars instead of in front of them. And she still felt like a cop, eyeing each convict, almost wanted to patrol the yards. "If this Petra even cared about you then she would have not let you gotten hurt in the shower rooms. Hell, bet she sat back and watched your beating. If she got herself into trouble, then that is her fault not yours. I know I sound judgmental but trust me, Mei."

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Dominique

"No, wait."

Surprising, so the showing other's your feelings thing does work? Well maybe that was obvious for everyone else but not for Dominique. Letting people inside her shell and showing how she really felt was not something she normally would do, and by doing that now she felt strange. And embarrassed. Like she made a fool of herself. But still it did work, right? Maybe she should try to be a bit more open about things, not only when she was so tired that she didn't even know what she was saying before it was too late.

"I won't feel better until-- well... Its not about yesterday... Not most of it at least. I have to ask you something. But not here... Not in the lounge either. Somewhere private, where you know, no one can talk. How about my quarters? And maybe we can have a few beers, and chill until we have to interrogate Vega later today, or tonight- who knows its space."

Dominique watched him quietly and nodded slowly afterwards, "Alright, sure we can do that."

Well of course she was hesitant when it came to following him to his place because that didn't seem like the best choice, but if it was something which he didn't want others to know. She wasn't going to question that, not at the moment. It could be because of the lack of sleep but she was just happy that he was acting a bit more normal now. And she was curious about what it was that had made him feel so bad.

Mei

"Listen, I bet she is as rotten as every inmate cast in this piss-hole. They all want to take advantage of you, trust me, Mei, I was a cop, remember? I some assignments dealing with these scum. If this Petra even cared about you then she would have not let you gotten hurt in the shower rooms. Hell, bet she sat back and watched your beating. If she got herself into trouble, then that is her fault not yours. I know I sound judgmental but trust me, Mei."

Mei nodded, facing downwards like she's been acting bad and disobeyed Vega somehow, "Oh okay..."

She didn't believe in what Vega said but didn't want to upset Vega more than this. She didn't know why Vega was upset but questioning her was probably not such a good idea at the moment. So she was just trying to discreetly look around for Petra without showing it to Vega, why didn't Vega trust Mei's opinion when it came to Petra? Well Mei had been wrong a couple of times... But still... A little trust wouldn't hurt.

"I've missed you... Very much..."

It was an attempt to make Vega happy again, or well not to be upset anymore. No one could be happy in this place, well at least not on the wrong side of the "law". Such a joke. Vega hadn't done anything wrong and obviously not Mei either.

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Butch

Butch led Dominique to his living by a trip up the elevator. He did the usual punching of the keypad before entering. Butch's home was not really tidy though, but he was single man living by himself, so of course it wasn't typically neat, but it wasn't disgusting. But most of the appearance was the result of his sorrow the night before, such as beer bottle set against the coffee table, piles of cigarettes tossed in an ash tray, and bed unmade. "Sorry its not the cleanest," Butch apologized. "It could be worse, though."

Butch guided Dominique to his sofa, before sitting down Butch said,"Excuse me" and collected the empty bottles on the table and into the trash. "Hey, I'm going to get you a beer, alright?" Butch walked over to his refrigerator to retrieve two bottles. When he arrived back to the sofa, Butch laid one beer on the table. He popped open his bottle and took a refreshing sallow, "Ahhh... Always love alcohol out the bottle rather than a can, more refreshing. More expensive though when ordering on Morus."

Butch set the bottle on the surface of he table before he got down to saying what brought them to his home in the first place. "Listen, uh... I've been worried since working with you on the Archer case if the warden is suspicious of me. She never sent someone to work with me. And I feel like... you know... She sent you to spy on me, not to see what I am doing because she can already that one here own. But to see what I will do in certain situations. In other words... Is the warden trying to reveal my weaknesses and use you to replace me? Because what am I suppose to do without Morus? I get kicked out and what I become a mall cop? I have no family on earth, been on Morus for eight years, each year on space is ten years on earth. So you came imagine my father died eighty earth years ago. I trust you take my job, right? If the warden gave you my place of second-in-command would you take it? I believe you wouldn't, but am I correct?"

Vega

"I've missed you... Very much..."

"Don't worry. I will not let anything or anyone separate us, I promise, " Vega responded observing the yard, eyeing each prisoner and cop that marched on by. "Your're the only family I have left. Mom, well she..." Vega paused and looked at the ground, brow furrowing in anger and annoyance. "She was just so cold after you left... Yeah we already lost Leo, Dad, and then it was you. But why couldn't she at least be happy I was still there. I think she wished it was me to be blamed instead of you. She would of rather seen me dead than you."

Vega was always seen by her mother as the more rebellious child, which was true by the way she dressed through her teen stages and her law-breaking after Leo's death. Where as Mei was the golden child, doing good school, always obeying. Growing up, though Vega loved her sister, Mei, Vega envied her, trying to do better, sometimes even purposely hiding Mei's due assignments so that Vega would score higher. But that was when they were young, before Vega was forced to enroll into a law enforcement academy. "So that's why I came here. Figured, why live if you're not living with people you love. Even if its prison and I away from earth against this fraud of a yard, at least I'm here with you. Anyways, I going to head in for my first interrogation session. Never did a interrogation in cop school, because I was training mainly with helicopter remember? So, how were the sessions to you? What did they do you?"

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Dominique

When they arrived she wasn’t that surprised by how it looked, she had imagined something like this. As she sat down she glanced around a bit more as he cleaned, so this was the place he had been spending his time the last couple of years? Well, she would been crawling around the walls if she had been stuck at a place like this for so long.

"Ahhh... Always love alcohol out the bottle rather than a can, more refreshing. More expensive though when ordering on Morus."

Dominique watched the beer bottle on the table, she wasn’t a big fan of beer really. She never drank it and had only tried it once or twice. She didn’t like the taste, but she wasn’t going to say anything at the moment. So she just smiled politely when she picked it up and left it in the hand, well she was going to force herself to drink. She wasn’t that picky and he was just being nice when sharing it with her so she wasn’t going to be disrespectful by just leaving it.

" Listen, uh... I've been worried since working with you on the Archer case if the warden is suspicious of me. She never sent someone to work with me. And I feel like... you know... She sent you to spy on me, not to see what I am doing because she can already that one here own. But to see what I will do in certain situations. In other words... Is the warden trying to reveal my weaknesses and use you to replace me?”

What? Why did he think it was like that? She watched him as he spoke and furrowed her forehead, he really thought that she would be spying on him? Well she would not do it consciously… but she couldn’t deny the fact that if the warden now wanted to know his weaknesses could have been using her without telling. It wasn’t that hard since she always was watching just as he said. The thought bothered her quite a bit, she didn’t like the fact that the warden could be using her without Dominique knowing. And since he was suspicious of something like that it made her feel even worse. Because instead of making it feel like an imagination it felt more likely.

“Because what am I suppose to do without Morus? I get kicked out and what I become a mall cop? I have no family on earth, been on Morus for eight years, each year on space is ten years on earth. So you came imagine my father died eighty earth years ago. I trust you take my job, right? If the warden gave you my place of second-in-command would you take it? I believe you wouldn't, but am I correct?"

Dominique stared down at the table’s surface, this was giving her a headache. She was still tired and now she needed to consider whether there was a conspiracy behind her promotion, or not. She felt abused and that was not pleasant.

“Butch, I would never take on being the second in command here. This is not what I want to do and I don’t have the mentality to be the captain either. If it was me who had all the power the ship would be a total chaos,” she laughed slightly and looked over at him. “You know that. Everyone would be going berserk and the ship would probably be taken over by the prisoners since I wouldn’t let the guards treat them like they do at the moment. Even if I know that it’s kind of needed.”

After a heavy sigh she rubbed her eyes and looked around at the place again, unhappy at the thought of saying it out loud. “Even if I don’t want to admit it but I can’t deny the fact that I could have been used unconsciously to spy on your weaknesses. That was not something she told me when I got the promotion. I only got it because apparently I was the first one to stand up to you like that… and well… it wouldn’t be so strange if I got it just because you did show a new side of you at that moment. It sucks… Because I have been told I can’t interrogate or anything like that without you there.” She let out a heavy sigh again and slumped backwards on the couch, “This really sucks. I hate the thought of being used like that.”

Mei

"Don't worry. I will not let anything or anyone separate us, I promise. You're the only family I have left. Mom, well she... She was just so cold after you left... Yeah we already lost Leo, Dad, and then it was you. But why couldn't she at least be happy I was still there. I think she wished it was me to be blamed instead of you. She would of rather seen me dead than you."

”Don’t say that Vega, she wouldn’t want anyone of us dead. She’s not like that…”

Mei could understand Vega’s frustration about it, but to say that mother would want Vega dead. No, Mei knew that was wrong. Mother probably just was depressed, who wouldn’t be that when one of their child’s was sentenced to their death? Mei would be that, probably so depressed that at the moment she couldn’t see the good things around her. But well… with Vega in the prison also mother probably was completely destroyed. Now everyone was gone, how was she supposed to recover from that?

"So that's why I came here. Figured, why live if you're not living with people you love. Even if its prison and I away from earth against this fraud of a yard, at least I'm here with you. Anyways, I going to head in for my first interrogation session. Never did a interrogation in cop school, because I was training mainly with helicopter remember? So, how were the sessions to you? What did they do you?"

Mei jolted backwards, that was a question she didn’t want to get. Telling Petra was one thing but to admit it to Vega was another. She didn’t want to but she didn’t want to lie either.

“Well… you can consider yourself lucky that you have your first today. I don’t know why but the man was completely different today then he has been the other ones. The first day I got my organs mashed because he kind of kicked me in the stomach… and he broke one of my fingers… Pet-—I got it fixed right after. Yesterday was horrible! It was really scary…” She got quite and lowered her head to stare on the ground, with a mumble that almost couldn’t be heard, “It was disgusting… He touched me and if it wasn’t for the woman in there he would touched inside of the shirt also… And found my knife, oh! That’s a secret.”

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"I don't know what to say... Really Dominique. I know you would not cripple me intentionally, but the warden- she's a mysterious figure and a tricky warden. Most have no clue of what she looks like. No history or background information of her, no one even knows her damn name- she's just the Warden. But I really shouldn't speak of her negatively, she can hear everything, know everything. But she has two rules, don't let the prisoners escape, and don't kill as long if they are important. But don't worry, I know you wouldn't do that to me. I trust you Dominique, remember that."

The first thing that picked on Dominique's attention was the second rule, don't kill anyone as long as they are important? She started to finger on her under lip as she pondered over the information. So all the others could just be slaughtered? Like they were animals, put up against a wall and just shot to death without even a second thought? If you just twist that rule it would turn out to be brutal, if Morus wouldn't have any more room for new prisoners what would happen to the "unimportant" ones? Probably just the thing she associated the rule with, somehow they would be removed. Dominique was sickened by it all, this was not a place for her to be in. If they were put in prison that was a proof on that they haven't done anything which deserved death but they got death penalty anyway? No she would never ever want Butch position.

The second thing that made her wonder was his statement about him trusting her, it felt like a lie. Didn't he admit just a moment ago that he had doubted her? Well... it was a bit confusing. She couldn't trust those words, they felt like something to smooth over what he had been saying before. But she held her tonuge, mentioning it was just a waste of time. And energy.

The fact that it was a second interrogation today made her unhappy. She didn't feel like enduring something like that once again today. Being left in there was not something she wanted to experience once again, even if Butch seemed to be feeling better who knows. He could make a dramatic exit again.

"Listen we have Vega Archer next, ex-cop. I say we crack hard on her today, you know what I mean physical offensive action. Either I hit her or you, we have to see how she reacts to an attack. Her reflexes, strengthens, and strategies. It may not sound pretty but this prison. Oh by the way, she'll be wearing a shock collar."

A shock collar? Where was Dominique again? That's no way to treat humans! What's wrong with these people? It's just wrong. They are in prison to serve their punishment as humans, why were they treating them like animals? They had already been put into their place, no need to kick on a person who's already lying down. But apparently that's the only thing they do in here.

"I won't hit people who doesn’t deserve it. She's already in prison, no need to use force. So I refuse to do anything like that, but I know that the warden did tell me that the only thing that mattered was that they would answers yeah..." Reluctantly she muttered, "So I won't prevent you from doing what you now need to do. But I won't allow you to do the thing you did yesterday, no not this time either. That's wrong."

She entered the room and placed herself by the door as always, she had no desire to do other ways. Like she had said, she would stand by her principles and refuse to touch the prisoners like that even if the warden started complaining. If they didn't care about that why even put it in the handbook? And even if they had done wrong they were still humans, they should be treated as such.

So that was Vega, the other ones sister? She didn’t look as pitiful as the other one, if someone had asked Dominique which one of the both supposedly had killed that man she had probably guessed on this one. It wasn’t that she looked like a killer, it was just that the other one looked even less like one. But well, that was not something to debate about within at the moment.

"I have been wondering to myself, why did you risk ending up in here? You could still be on Earth."

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Vega glared at the two, fingers shaped like claws like she was ready to scratch someone. Vega was going to give both of them hell, she was always a girl about vengeance when it came to who messed with family. However Vega was smart enough to know not to rush to violence, at least when she's not armed or at least until a nerve is hit. A man marched in, Vega automatically hated him, she was wondering whether or not he was the man probing Mei's soft skin.

"I have been wondering to myself, why did you risk ending up in here? You could still be on Earth."

Vega stared at the woman, even if this was the one who saved Mei from the man's hand, Vega didn't care, if the man put hands on Mei than she was not fast enough, and plus she was still one of them. "You have been wondering to yourself? Good, then keep it to your own damn self. And do me a favor, honey, go to hell," Vega snapped, speaking without thought.

Butch lifted the controller, finger angled to trigger the shock collar; saying, "Looks like we're already here." However he ceased himself to press the button due to Vega's comment, "No, what it actually looks like you're a shitty little coward, not man enough to hit me? Gotta use a shock collar to scare me?" Butch triggered an electric pulse, Vega shivered and squirmed but kept her balance on the stood. Butch leaned over to her face, "I don't know does it?"

"Not... one... bit," Vega snapped before she spat in his face. Butch was enraged but he held himself back from striking her, telling himself now wasn't the time to get violent... not now, not while things were just getting good. "You use to be one of us," Butch started. "In uniform, badge and all. But you never got your hands dirty, too busy having your head in the clouds."

Vega didn't say anything, Butch stepped back and gave Dominique a turn. Butch thought it would probably be better if he occasionally backed off, he still felt bad over what happened the day before, and plus he didn't want to screw up again.

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"You have been wondering to yourself? Good, then keep it to your own damn self. And do me a favor, honey, go to hell."

Dominique watched the woman with tired eyes, really? Well Domonique would probably also be mad if it was her who had been brought to prison, not as a guard but the other way. Still, she didn't really have the patience to listen to this. It wasn't Dominique's fault that Vega had ended up in here so there was no need to direct the anger towards her. The head ache got worse and she tried to lightly massage the temple to ease the throbbing.

"You use to be one of us. In uniform, badge and all. But you never got your hands dirty, too busy having your head in the clouds."

When Dominique had been busy with trying to push through the painful cloud in the head, making her a bit unfocused apparently Butch had tried dealing with the angry thing. Dominique could with ease admit that she preferred the crybaby, it wasn't as bothersome as someone who was picking a fight all the time. She was actually surprised and a bit amazed that Butch seemed so calm. That was surely a first. Very much so after someone spitting him in the face, Dominique wasn't sure that even she would be able to stay calm after something like that.

"Well, you have made it clear that you don't want to speak to us about the matters that we bring up so let's change direction. What do you want to talk about, Vega? Your sister maybe? You met your sister before you were put into this room, something that made you feel bothered?"

Dominique was just tired of listening to assaults, she knew that she probably would even more. But well it was worth a try either away, you could always try. The worst thing that could happen was that it would be a negative response.

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"Well, you have made it clear that you don't want to speak to us about the matters that we bring up so let's change direction. What do you want to talk about, Vega? Your sister maybe? You met your sister before you were put into this room, something that made you feel bothered?"

"Something made me feel bothered?" Vega mockingly asked laughing. "Of course something bothered me, wouldn't you feel bothered hearing your own flesh whimper that they were violated and probed!"

Butch quickly glanced at his partner seeing that she looked exhausted, in the back of his head Butch had felt he had a duty to protect and fulfill her needs, he could never get over the past. When Butch and Dominique once dating, Butch was not a bad boyfriend, showed up on time when ever asked sometimes earlier, brought her gifts and goodies, never neglected her, but his problem was that though he loved this heroic and moral woman, Butch strayed from the same path she took falling in the shadow of his demons. In a way, he still hasn't grown up, he still had the habit of screwing up. Knowing that Dominique looked tired Butch chimed to the prisoner's comment as he step forth towards Vega.,"Violated? Probed? No, she should have enjoyed every stroke of the finger. The soft, soft touch of her skin again my rough finger..."

"I'm going to rip your intestines out and strangle you to your death with them!" Vega roared getting out of the stool but Butch trigger the controller, now at a higher amp level. Vega grunted as she gripped her neck cursing madly at Butch.

"Oh you don't like it when I touch your little sister? Tell me something I don't know- satisfy me or I'll use her to," Butch wasn't going to treat Mei like he did the day before, but he had to use this against Vega, something to cripple her.

"How can I trust you?"

"You can't, but it won't help if you don't start talking. I did it once, don't you think I'll do it again?"

"But you weren't touching her today, she told me."

"Though don't you see that all change at this very moment. Cooperate or she will suffer."

Vega was quiet, fist clenched so firmly her knuckles became white. Sweat trickled down her neck, she couldn't sacrifice Vega being harmed. She came to Morus so that Mei would have a guardian. "Fine... But don't let even a hair of yours touch her or I say nothing."

"Good... Don't tell her about our little deal or its off."

Butch stepped back and leaned against the wall, arms folded, hoping now Vega would talk.

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"Something made me feel bothered? Of course something bothered me, wouldn't you feel bothered hearing your own flesh whimper that they were violated and probed!"

So tiring, once again the only thing uttered was sour comments. Was the only thing this woman could say insults? Annoying...

She watched how Butch dealt with the prisoner, she was a bit proud to see it. If she hasn't had such a bad headache she would been happy also, but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to be that way. This wasn't her expertise, of course she didn't really know what to say or do. But this time it was even worse. The screaming was not a fun thing, why couldn't she just sit and cry like her sister. That was so much easier to handle. Well at least it didn't make the headache worse.

Naturally she didn't like him threating to do what he did yesterday, but it was she who had brought it up in hope Vega would actually say something useful by it. But no, well at least Butch knew what to do. That was a relief. She followed their discussion, finally one without cursing and insults. Well it was many threats and such but still better than before. Maybe she should learn something from him... Nah, she didn't want to be like that, she would despise herself if she did things like that.

"So you are going to cooperate now? Can you tell us about your sister then?"

Dominique prepared herself for yet another ill-tempered commentary, no they didn't make her feel bad. But they was really grinding on her patience and well she didn't want to lose that. She didn't like being talking to like this.

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"So you are going to cooperate now? Can you tell us about your sister then?"

Vega sighed in frustration before talking rudely, "Didn't I just say I will? Are all you cops so damn deaf?"
She quieted down, Vega knew she was going to tell them much, just a little to get by. And she was already stalling with her slanders and threats, in conclusion, all Vega was trying to do was to wear them down. And she could tell the female one was annoyed and exhausted of it. While Butch was quiet for once, he stood back in the room clinging to the corner. When observing Dominique Butch felt like a father finally letting go the bike so that his child can once learn how to ride by herself, however that did not mean Butch was no looking present if she were to fall he would be there to catch her.

Vega couldn't give them any information to use against Mei, Vega wouldn't damn Mei like that. But if she didn't talk then Vega believed Butch would get to her, and that is worse than any damnation. "You want to know something about Mei? Very well, she was accused for killing Councilor Daryl Court." It was a smart-ass answer, they already knew it, the whole world already knew it . Vega was stubborn to give full cooperation, because she thought that man in the corner couldn't possible touch Mei if he is dead before they left the room. She was just now stalling, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

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"Didn't I just say I will? Are all you cops so damn deaf?"

Could Dominique leave now, pretty please? No? She took a deep breath and stared into the wall at the other side of the room, her usual stiff smile showing up as she tried to disconnect with herself. She could do this, it wasn't so hard. Yes it was... This was why she preferred guns before people, guns didn't bitch around. They just do what you tell them to do without questioning it or even talking, how great it would be if all people just stopped being so difficult.

"You want to know something about Mei? Very well, she was accused for killing Councilor Daryl Court."

Okay, now she's just being mean. And not funny at all. Annoying. Why did it have to be like this? Couldn't she just answer the simple question without being so recalcitrant? That would be nice, Dominique would like that. It would mean she could leave this place so much faster and go back to her place and take painkillers for the headache, no not the one she carried with her in her inner pocket. Those were way too strong for something so small, those were only if the nerves in the shoulder started to cause problem.

"Yesterday she mentioned that there wasn't anything to know about her, that she was a nobody. Why would she describe herself as a wallflower?"

Dominique was just grasping at anything at all at the moment, she just wanted to get one answer. She didn't care about what it was about just that it was something. But her confidence in getting any kind of response other than nothing was getting low, it felt like fighting an already lost fight. She missed her rooftops and windows. It was nice lying up there at night, seeing everything while no one could see you. Well it was like that most of the time anyway. Up there she was the one that had control, in here not so much so.

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"Yesterday she mentioned that there wasn't anything to know about her, that she was a nobody. Why would she describe herself as a wallflower?

"Wait, I thought I was going to be asked questions about myself?" Vega asked with a sassy attitude- watching the woman suffering was Vega's pleasure. It didn't matter that Vega was once like them, because in her head she saw that each and every one of them found Mei guilty, and that was a deadly lie according to Vega. But what puzzle Vega was that Mei did speak of being abused in a way her organs where mashed, to Vega it sounded like they got exceedingly physical. However Vega was only given pain through the shock collar, which still of course hurt. They probably suspected, give the girl enough torment and hopefully she will confess somehow. Where as they weren't looking for a confession out of Vega, they were looking for answers, answers Vega didn't want to give, but she would have done anything to rescue her sister from this place, take the blame if she could- could she?

Meanwhile Butch was practically daydreaming, however still holding the controller. But he wasn't quiet paying attention, only distracted by his own thoughts. He still occasionally glanced back at Dominique's situation to be assured she was alright. He didn't appreciate the prisoner giving Dominique a hard time, he was beginning to worry about her. Wanted to beat answers out of Vega, but trying to teach himself to let things go. It seems like ever since that slap he's felt very hesitant towards making bold implusive decisions. But if they inmate were to attack Dominique Butch would hold no mercy.

Vega was willing to answer the question, "Why don't you ask her yourself? What do you want me to do, give away her deep dark secrets? Heh, you can kiss my ass."

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"Wait, I thought I was going to be asked questions about myself?"

Dominique wanted to turn around and pound her head against the wall, anything else then trying to speak to Vega. She was just so frustrated by the situation and everything. This would never end if it continued like this, like a torture going on forever - but sadly it was Dominique that got tortured not the enemy. In her head she imagined how great it would feel to just have a gun at the moment, not that she would kill anyone but still it would feel great to just pull the trigger and hit maybe a little bit of her hand, leg, cheek. Anything. But she wouldn't do that even if she had one, but it wasn't forbidden to imagining it. Irritating woman. What was it that had been written about her, helicopter pilot? Lame. Or not... Whatever, Dominique could make her helicopter crash any day if she just had her hands on the right arsenal. Stupid pilot...

"Why don't you ask her yourself? What do you want me to do, give away her deep dark secrets? Heh, you can kiss my ass."

Dominique smacked with her mouth before meeting the woman's gaze, "You sure talk big for being just a nobody like your sister now. Hey, shouldn't you been able to stop your sister from killing that man? Such a bad sister you are, you could have prevented your little sister from doing the biggest mistake of her life if you just had been observant and seen what she planned."

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"You sure talk big for being just a nobody like your sister now. Hey, shouldn't you been able to stop your sister from killing that man? Such a bad sister you are, you could have prevented your little sister from doing the biggest mistake of her life if you just had been observant and seen what she planned."

Butch smiled as he half-listen, seemed like Dominique was finally crawling inside of her. But Vega on the other hand, despised Dominique for that comment. Second, was surely going to get her back one way or another. "First of all...," Vega started. "I'm anything but a nobody, my name has been brought up by celebrities, officials, and politicians. My face has popped up more times than bullets you've shot. And Mei even more. Killing the man? She never did, and you will never believe that. But one last thing--"

Vega automatically was quick temper, grabbed Dominique's baton, every cop had one, and whipped it against her face once before Butch triggered the controller to its highest level. Vega felt the amps, collapsing to ground, crying curses. Watching Dominique be harmed, caused Butch to skip a beat. He leaped to action, baton lashed out. Vega was already on the ground but Butch kept striking her, battering her with the rod, bones crackle underneath it. Vega fell flat on her face, lip busted, and she was actually sobbing due to the pain. Butch never ceased himself of it, he wouldn't stop until she was soupy mess, he just could no longer control himself. But meanwhile, he hated himself for the moment, letting his guard down, allowing Dominique to be hit. To him, he saw that he screwed up yet again.

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"First of all... I'm anything but a nobody, my name has been brought up by celebrities, officials, and politicians. My face has popped up more times than bullets you've shot. And Mei even more. Killing the man? She never did, and you will never believe that. But one last thing--"

Dominique did see the attack coming, she could probably had avoided it also - if she had the energy to move so fast, sadly she could just watch how it came closer. But well she knew that by saying that she would probably get hit, she had just hoped for anything useful getting out of that damn mouth before it happening. But no, she failed. So she deserved that struck in fact.

When it hit her face she stumbled backwards, it got dark a few seconds as the legs felt wobbly. Slowly she touched the sore spots with her hand, ouch it really hurt. Did it really have to be the face? Well she was happy that it wasn't the shoulder, that would be painful but the face was still a bad spot. Couldn't it been the stomach or something like that. As her vision got back again she blinked a few times, it was still blurry and it felt like the ground moved around her. She just wanted to sit down until the legs felt safe again but even if she had a hard time seeing what happened she could still hear. It wasn't a pleasant sound and well she knew she had to stop it before he took it to far again.

She staggered forward to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, gripping it firmly. Not only in an attempt to calm him but also to support her. The legs felt still a bit too shaky for her to be sure she would not lose her footing and tumble to the ground, she was just too dizzy after the hit.

"That's enough. Let's end this session and continue tomorrow when everyone is calm again, okay?" She didn't wait for an answer, "Good. Let's just send her to her cell... or to a doctor maybe."

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Butch felt Dominique grapple his shoulder with her hand, but he ignored it and kept the thrust of his baton. It was not until she spoke did he stop the swinging.

"That's enough. Let's end this session and continue tomorrow when everyone is calm again, okay? Good. Let's just send her to her cell... or to a doctor maybe."

Butch wanted to refuse her desire, but he couldn't looking into her tired and tormented eyes he could not refuse. His stubborn demeanor seemed to have cancelled out by the sight of Dominique looking almost... dead. But on the hand, no prisoner went to a doctor, the authorities could have cared less if a convict rested with a broken leg. But Vega didn't have just a damaged left leg that couldn't be stably walked on for a couple weeks , but her ribs were cracked and her back grew wilts and wounds. There was one doctor though, but he was for the insane patients, and he was rather disturbing, but the lunatics would describe him as nice. The doctor would give them their sweeties, their candies- in other words their drugs. Drugs that would expanded and enlarged their imaginary world. However, Butch knew better to not send Vega to him, that doctor was clever and all but rather weak in stature, being slender and short. Besides his medical room was not guarded, it was just him and a camera. He didn't even really have a name, just told everyone to call him Doc.

"First, a doctor, then solitary confident," Butch muttered as he stood up, quickly glancing at the net of blood draped on the baton. He called an escort to send Vega Archer to the medical bay, if he went down with her he would have killed the woman. When Vega left the room Butch turned to Dominique, hands on her shoulders, "Are you alright?" He shook his head looking at the mark on her face. "Dominique, you should plead to go back to office. What if you get hurt again?"

Meanwhile with Vega, she limped weakly to her destination, smiling. She was happy though the pain hurt like hell. She didn't just strike the female cop in an act of temper, but that she knew they would have to send her some place other than her cell. She would have the chance to explore Morus, know the prison, and with that she could learn how to escape the place. In the medical bay, she was assigned a patient's bed and was guarded by two policewomen, just in case Vega tried something again. After her leg was treated and her wounds were stitched it was late at night and both guards were not wide awake. Vega swiped a container of painkillers. Luckily she was successful... well at least this time.

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It was a pleasing sight that he stopped finally, she didn't like the woman but well she felt a bit sorry for her in her state at the moment. That if anything looked painful, if she was just left like that she could bleed to death probably. Somehow she felt like it was Vega's own fault and she deserved it but Butch had taken it to the extreme, it would be enough if he had just trigged that collar. Which he had done, the other... was a bit overboard.

"Are you alright? Dominique, you should plead to go back to office. What if you get hurt again?"

She was happy that he cared but the second part made her grumpy, what did he mean by that? Did he think that she couldn't take punches and pain? She wasn't some helpless maiden, but his concern made it feel like he thought she was. It was like a mocking, how could he say something like that. That she, Dominique who hated office work should plead to be back at the desk and just stare at papers all day? How dare he say something like that? How dare he even think about it! What made her so much more delicate then him? Sure she wasn't brutal and such but that had nothing to do with how she could handle pain.

Slowly she brushed away his hands while looking up at him, "I'm alright, sure I've had better days but no need to be so concerned. She didn't strike my Achilles' heel so I'm just fine, the face is nothing. And I've been told I already look like a mess so some bruises doesn’t matter. I just need some painkillers and rest and I will be as good as new. I'm not afraid of getting hurt, I can take it Butch. So don't you dare treat me like some fragile little girl, because that's something I'm not.”

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"I'm alright, sure I've had better days but no need to be so concerned. She didn't strike my Achilles' heel so I'm just fine, the face is nothing. And I've been told I already look like a mess so some bruises doesn’t matter. I just need some painkillers and rest and I will be as good as new. I'm not afraid of getting hurt, I can take it Butch. So don't you dare treat me like some fragile little girl, because that's something I'm not.”

Butch understood how he upset her, like she was to feeble to do her job. "Sorry," He apologize. "I just... Just hate seeing you get hurt." To Butch, Dominique was his only friend left, at least, the only person he cared about. Sure there were other people like Duke and Vanessa but they will past, Duke will always be remembered as a drunkard chasing after drinks, and Vanessa, a whore chasing after the next charming man. But Dominique was special, she wouldn't just pass, she didn't chase after selfish desires, she didn't want to be ignored by Butch, she in fact proved it that very day.

"I know you aren't fragile, but is there anything I can do? It was my own damn fault that you were struck in the face, I should been more aware. Should of saw it coming and trigger the shocks before she even had the chance. Why am I always making mistakes? I try to be good, I tried learn my mistakes. You told me nobody's born bad, and I said I that I trust you. And I want to, I try to, but with reality- I don't know anymore..."

Butch was beginning to doubt himself, beginning to just lay down and let corruption consume him. Rush back to his old ways and beat the sense out his opponents, let the affliction trickle down their throats before he finishes them. It was easier that way, easier to be centered around one's own selfish in a hard-headed stubborn attitude. Easier to be collected by human-nature. He told himself at the start of the day, having Dominique was impossible, just an old fragmented memory only there to be forgotten. He was commencing that thought yet again.

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Dominique

"Sorry, I just... Just hate seeing you get hurt."

Dominique nodded quietly, she could understand that. No one liked to see something like that, she wouldn't like it either. But well, hating to see someone getting hurt and telling them to go do something safe instead of spending their life the way they want to was a bit different. She would never do that to him, that would just be mean. But the fact that he hadn't thought about that before saying it made her feel even less like an equal, she didn't like that but she held her mouth either way.

"I know you aren't fragile, but is there anything I can do? It was my own damn fault that you were struck in the face, I should been more aware. Should of saw it coming and trigger the shocks before she even had the chance. Why am I always making mistakes? I try to be good, I tried learn my mistakes. You told me nobody's born bad, and I said I that I trust you. And I want to, I try to, but with reality- I don't know anymore..."

That was a bit confusing, she wasn't sure what it was that he wanted to be said. He just sounded confused... She wasn't sure what it was that he wanted to hear but she gave him a small smile before she patted his shoulder, "Listen, don't blame yourself for it, okay? I knew that by saying that I would most likely get attacked but I said it either way. I choose to do that because I hoped for her to spit something useful out while enraged. Sadly she didn't so I failed, it was my own fault and I sacrificed myself. I wasn't counting on you to save me, it was me who planned it all, sure I wasn't counting on her to actually attack my face but I guess I should just be happy that it wasn't the shoulders. Nothing was your fault, it was all me."

She paused and walked up to the door opening it for him, "Go and rest Butch, sleep a bit and you will see that everything will feel a little bit clearer tomorrow. You need rest to be able to think, don't try to solve mysteries while exhausted. And I really want to get back to my place so I can take something for the pain and lie down. You don't need to look after me, don't bring yourself down over nothing."

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Day four arose, times were getting rather lonely for Mei, Petra was still gone and Vega was sent to solitary confinement. And solitary confinement was not pleasant, of course. It was extremely cramped and dark, to Vega she felt like she was stuffed inside a metal box, she could barely breathe with how small it was, but she'll endure. Her legs were aching and sore though they were treated, they just needed room to lie in peacefully, but its Morus there is no peace. Vega was mad at herself however, how was she suppose to escape Morus now locked into a room like this, she couldn't even move her arm without struggling. And she didn't know when they would let her out. She was also upset that perhaps now because she didn't cooperate, Mei will suffer for it. Vega surely did not want that to happen.

Petra

Petra still remained in that dim room with the hole. She was thirsty and scared, they were only given drops of water in teaspoon portions. The girl on the other side was still there haunting Petra, but Petra seemed to watch her, it was the only thing she could count for entertainment or at least keep her from dying of boredom. Petra stared and watched as the girl talked to herself, no it didn't even seem like she was talking to herself but someone named Walter. She disturbed Petra, but maybe she knew a way to get out there, for the guards were not convinced of Petra's sanity. Petra never knew when she was going to get back up there with Mei. But Petra thought it wouldn't hurt if she tried to somehow communicate with the madwoman, "H-hey, wh-what's your n-name?" Petra had gained a bad stuttering habitat that would soon turn into a permanent problem as she lost her own sanity."M-my name..." Petra looked at the ground almost forgetting her own name. She never had the strongest-willed mind, because she never put it to its breaking point, to the edge of insanity. "P-Petra..."

Butch

He awoke, did his normal routine, go to the bathroom and refresh himself with a splash of water. His mirror was still broken from the day he crammed his fist into the reflection. But he looked at the distorted image of himself, the bruise was not gone but faded. He had grown heavy stubble from the lack of shaving, it was because Butch had been worried about the interrogation and Dominique. He was never good at multi-tasking, always had his mind upon one thing, one priority.

He met up with Dominique right outside of the interrogation room. He smiled at Dominique, trying to be friendly and in a better mood than last night. "Good, morning," he greeted her happily. "How do you think we should approach Mei Archer? Should we mention Vega? Do you want to start or I?"

He was bubbling with questions, probably because he was excited, excited to think maybe he could actually to something right today. Trying to think on the positive for once, no more like trying to make Dominique day positive for once.

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Alva

"H-hey, wh-what's your n-name? M-my name... P-Petra..."

Alva jumped off from the floor when the voice suddenly rose, she wasn't used to hearing people actually talking. Well not like this, not out of nowhere and that startled her. She turned around and looked at the hole in the wall, she knew that it must be her. No one in here was dumb enough to try to make friends, no one in here was interested in things like introducing. Alva looked at the hole and then at Walter with a disturbed look, he just laughed slightly and shrugged.

"She's probably lonely, seems like she doesn’t have friends like most in here."

Alva still looked at the wall with disgustment, so what if she didn't have any friends? What did that have to do with her? She didn't care about her at all, she disliked her. The rage had calmed as soon as Walter had returned to his normal self but that didn't mean that she would suddenly go and make friends. Human friends.

"Why not be nice for once and talk to her, you know if you gain her trust it will be so much easier to get back at her for what she did."

Alva shook her head so violently she could, it felt like the head would lose its grip from the neck and fly off. "I don't wanna!"

Walter pointed at the wall and looked into her eyes with those glowing yellow eyes, showing nothing more than determination. "Sit down and socialize, I will not ask again."

Alva dragged herself over the small floor and slumped down by the wall, leaning her back towards it beside the hole. She sat there for a moment, it might as well have been a eternity because the minutes felt like small eternity’s all by themselves. After taking a quick look at Walter who stood there and looked angrier by everyone she finally spitted out with a small voice, "Alva."

Dominique and Mei

"Good, morning. How do you think we should approach Mei Archer? Should we mention Petra? Do you want to start or I?"

A happy Butch? Well it was a relief, maybe he really felt better after getting some rest? Dominique exhaled, she had been worried that she would meet the depressed man from yesterday again this morning but when it wasn't like that it was great. It gave her a positive feeling, maybe he had come to his right senses again and wouldn't let the clouds take over.

"Petra? Oh, you mean her former cellmate? Sure, why not. It wouldn't hurt to try I guess. Not that I want to sound negative or anything like that but I would prefer if you start, I still need to learn how you are supposed to do it and well the best way is to observe. Or try, but unfortunately I'm not that good at the second option."

After the statement she opened the door and walked inside meeting Mei's surprised gaze. Thinking to herself Mei looked at the woman, how strange. Now the woman showed up with bruises on her face also. Is it as dangerous to be a guard in here as being a prisoner? It looked like that, yesterday it was the man and now her also. Why would anyone want to be in here when it obviously was a dangerous job? It confused Mei, why put yourself in danger when you could be safe. She liked being safe. Even if it sometimes was boring.

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Petra

Sighed when the girl had one of her fits again. But then she responded, really responded and with her name to. "A-Alva?" Petra felt over joyed that she got a name out of the girl, a single word. Petra didn't know where to go from there, what to say to a lunatic once they actually speak to you and not scream and claw at you. "I-its dark in h-here. I-I don-don't like that. The d-dark, is s-scary..." Petra was never had this grown fear of the dark, because she was never put to live in the shadows and darkness. She felt vulnerable and weak in the dark. And she hated being weak, the reason why she did bury a knife deep in bra, to give her a reassurance she was not an easy opponent. "D-do you like i-it in h-her-here?"

Butch

He didn't want to bring up Mei's sister, Vega, it would start a bad conversation. At least, he didn't want to walk right into one. Thus why not bring up Petra Scout, Mei's cellmate. It would probably pry information out of how Mei feels about the social part of the prison life. Butch is aware that Petra was transferred to the asylum hall, heard that there was some nasty business going down there during a brawl. Since then, Petra couldn't qualify as quite fully sane.

"Mei, what is your opinion on living here in Morus? Other than the shitty food and shady showers... I mean, well, what was the relationship between you and Petra Scout. You know, well, you might not. She's lock down under in an insane prisoner's cell. She's... umm... the reports are not good... Not very good at all."

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Alva

"A-Alva? I-its dark in h-here. I-I don-don't like that. The d-dark, is s-scary..."

Alva stared at the hole, really? Scared of the dark? Darkness which is so nice, you can hide in it and disappear. No one need to see anything. But seriously, why did Alva need to sit here and comfort this human. Alva sighed and leaned her head against her knees, she hated this. Disgusting humans.

"D-do you like i-it in h-her-here?"

"Yeah," She glanced towards Walter who was making a rotating motion with his hand, telling her to keep going. "It's safe. Everyone leaves me alone and I like it like that."

Walter walked up to her and pinched her cheek hard with an annoyed expression, "No! Wrong, don't push away. That's not how you make people like you! Be nice."

"Okay, okay." With a low voice Alva turned around so she sat towards the hole and muttered, "It's not the darkness you should fear. The darkness is a good thing, it hides you from the dangers outside. You will understand soon enough."

It felt bad, made the bugs upset. It crawled slightly under her skin, she didn't like talking. Well not to others then Walter, he was an exception. Even if her skin itched it wasn't so bad, she could stand it. She just scratched the arms and the scabs from earlier. The stings from peeling them away calmed her slightly, making her breath slower. She could handle this.

Mei and Dominique

"Mei, what is your opinion on living here in Morus? Other than the shitty food and shady showers... I mean, well, what was the relationship between you and Petra Scout. You know, well, you might not. She's lock down under in an insane prisoner's cell. She's... umm... the reports are not good... Not very good at all."

Mei stared at the man, what? Petra wasn't going to return...? She was stuck back there, in that dark place? Mei wasn't going to see her again? With a sad look she slumped down on the chair, quietly poking the floor with her foot. Not really sure what to say or do, she was just sad. That explained why Petra wasn't back yet, but Mei wanted her to be. It was lonely in there, just staring at the wall. She wanted to talk to her, or someone. Well at least someone nice.

"Oh... Is that so..." Mei continued to slowly drag her foot on the floor, imagining that she was somewhere else then here. "I don't like it, it's depressing and everyone just use force when it comes to everything."

Dominique watched how the girl's expression changed to a sadder one, well apparently she had liked her cellmate. Well at least liked the company. "Well since she's been placed in there now show's that she wasn't quite sane, it's probably better for you that you don't have her around you anymore."

Mei looked up at them both before staring down at the ground again, "She wasn't like that... She was nice..."

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Petra

"It's not the darkness you should fear. The darkness is a good thing, it hides you from the dangers outside. You will understand soon enough."

"B-but what if there are m-monsters lurking in the da-dark?" Petra stuttered in a whisper so that the guards would not be alarmed. To Petra, the girl sounded logical, no, probably more sane- at least Alva's speech flowed much more smoothly than Petra. However Petra was still puzzled of why Alva spoke to herself, it wasn't even like she was speaking to herself anymore, and Petra had already assumed there was a voice in her head. That got Petra wondering, Do we all have voices in our heads, we're just to self-center, to distracted by the people of the world, we can't hear them? But that question must wait.

Petra use to want to go back home, back to earth, but now her only goal seemed to be to at least make it back to her cell. Ironically, the very place she always wanted to flee from. And what if she did come back, would Petra be the same? Just by a day her mind was slowly slipping and shattering into little tiny pieces- pieces that couldn't be easily put back together correctly. And no that she is communicating with Alva, Petra's mind may only break a little bit more.

Butch

Butch listened as Mei sorrowed for her cellmate, perhaps Petra could be used. Sick as it sounded, all of those Mei cared about could be used, could be tortured for some acknowledgement of Mei's past and motives. But it was not completely disgusting of an act, it was more over a trade- Mei speaks and her friends are safe from misery.

"So would you describe your cell mate as a friend?" Butch asked. "Do you make friends often?"

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Alva

"B-but what if there are m-monsters lurking in the da-dark?"

Alva started to smile, monsters? She wouldn't call them monsters, they were friends. Looking at them one after one, well most people would probably call them something like that. Her distorted cute little companions, she thought they were pretty. Even with their extra eyes, no legs but other things instead, being moving piles of just mush. She loved all of them. Alva started to laugh, no not the hysterical laugh like last time. This was a quiet creepy one, like those in horror movies or nightmares. Those that show up before the bad things happen.

Slowly she turned around towards the hole and stared at Petra on the other side, still laughing quietly. "Monsters? Who are the real monsters really? I place my vote on the humans, they are the thing you should be scared of. Monsters won't hurt you, they just want's friends, right?"

They were all nodding with excitement, except for Walter he was just observing as usual. He liked to be the puppeteer, standing in the background pulling the strings to Alva's arms and legs. She was just a puppet following his every desire, dancing around as he pulled the threads.

Mei and Dominique

"So would you describe your cell mate as a friend?" Butch asked. "Do you make friends often?"

"H-Huh? No... Not really..." Mei fidgeted and avoided to look at them, "I'm not that good at making friends most people don’t notice me."

It was true, all through her childhood she had been walking around in the shadows of the others. In the shadows of Vega and Leo, she was just that extra that followed Leo around. Most kids didn't notice her, when younger she had wondered to herself if it was so that she was transparent since no one ever noticed her where she stood looking at the others. In the end Leo gave up at trying to make her a part of his circle of friends since she always screwed up. Forgot to laugh at the jokes, didn't know what to do when he asked her to join in on their games.

She wasn't even noticed at the swimming competitions, it didn't matter how much she practiced. She never got better anyway. She was never the worst but neither the best, she was just in the middle, and she wouldn't be remembered for being too bad or good. She was just a name among other names, she was still just blending in even in here. Most people didn't even realize who she was, or that she was there. She was just walking in the shadows of the other's as she always did.

The only place Mei had ever existed was at home, getting praised for her good grades. That was why she had tried so hard to always keep being good so the parent's would continue to see her, so she wouldn't vanish completely.

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Petra

"Monsters? Who are the real monsters really? I place my vote on the humans, they are the thing you should be scared of. Monsters won't hurt you, they just want's friends, right?"

Petra was confused, Alva stood against the humans? Was she some kind of alien or demon. But how could Petra trust the one tormenting her the day before, it is because she was tormenting her the day before, and that was the reason why Petra listened, and would even obey Alva's command. Sure she wanted to get the hell out of the alyssum region of Morus, but that didn't matter to how much Petra yearned for the screaming to stop and it had stop, and Petra would have done anything to mute the screeches all together, even if it meant her life.

"M-monster's good?" Petra questioned glancing into the darkness while shaking and searching for these monsters.
"They ha-haven't come out y-yet. Do I h-have to do some-something?" Sadly, Petra was losing her rationality, she was asking her enemy advice. Her mind was twisted, distorted on who was friend or foe. If things continued the way they are now, it would be best if Petra never saw Mei again, for in fact, Petra no long clung to concern about Mei at every instance. She use to wonder in the boring hours of that blood-stain cell, Where are you Mei? Is she safe? Is she alive? But instead she converses with a berserk madwoman. Not that she has completely forgotten about Mei, she just let the poor girl slip from her mind.

Butch

Yet again, Mei continued that she was a nobody, Butch was convinced she was always clung on not being important, and she wasn't, cruel as it sounds, but it was true- Mei Archer was never remarkable. But its funny, its hard to become a server of the council, you have to have a compassionate temperament, a hard-working ethnic, and a clean record; add the competition with over a million others working at the same occupation. But once you do become a server, there is no celebration or recognition, you're just finally... there. But that job only spat a death wish on Mei.

"What about Vega though? Ever try to mix with her crowd of friends?"

Butch in other words was asking who Vega touched her life with, but of course wording it different and implying its meaning. However Vega was not around the friendliest nor cleanest band of friends. Sure Vega's mother forbid her to communicate with those types of people- the ones with skin covered in tattoos and bodies pressed with varieties of pierces, the ones ending up in jailhouses and some sentenced to execution. Vega rolled with gang members and cop killers, surprisingly enough she didn't ever end up dead.

It was burden Vega felt as she got older- to never be a good example for her younger siblings, at least for Mei. She started believing in karma, thinking it was her fault Mei ended up in prison, thus Vega thought the only way she could forgive herself, find some type of salvation was through saving the last soul she gaze back with concern. Because Vega was a very selfish girl, selfish enough to curse her mother proudly, accusing her own mother of favoritism though her mother already suffered the lost of her husband and son, and this was before Mei was sent to Morus. But when Mei was sent to incarnation, Vega abandoned her mother to loneliness and pure solitude. And she was trying rid herself of her self-center attitude, though she failed to only fall in hypocrisy through judging Petra and undermine Mei. And she wasn't sorry about any of it, even Butch would have apologize and felt conviction over those sins, but Vega, not a chance.

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Alva

"M-monster's good? They ha-haven't come out y-yet. Do I h-have to do some-something?"

Alva started to laugh again, this was pathetic. She just wanted to crawl back to her corner, she didn't want to sit her and comfort this thing just because she was lonely and confused. It wasn't Alva's fault that she was in here - well it wasn't Alva who had decided that it was a good idea to fight each other. Alva would have been happier if she had avoided doing it.

"Well I can't say what your monsters are going to be like but they will show up, they always do that. They lurk in the dark, start to follow you, talk to you. You will see."

That was how her friends had showed up, well she think it was like that. She couldn't remember, they had been there all the time. She thought it was that way, some were in the back of her mind she had faint memories of growing up together with them. But it could be wrong also, like she deceived herself with fake memories to make it feel better. The only one she knew had always been there was Walter, maybe the other ones had showed up one after another? She tried to think back, to remember how it was but she couldn't. It was a mental blockage preventing her to reach those memories. She wondered why, the fact that she couldn't remember made the itching worse. She scratched the arms harder, making the skin red striped.

Mei and Dominique

"What about Vega though? Ever try to mix with her crowd of friends?"

Mei shook her head slowly, "No they were scary... I preferred Leo's friends... Oh! I-I meant... uhm... n-nothing."

Dominique watched the other's, why couldn't she success with that? Was it because she got the stronger one or was she just bad at this? She didn't like that idea but well there wasn't anything she could do more then try to learn. That was why she didn't say anything, she just observed. Maybe it was because she wasn't as frightening as Butch? Probably. A little sigh slipped through her lips while she wasn't paying attention, she straightened up and blushed. That was embarrassing. She was supposed to learn instead she was sulking over not being as good, which was wrong. She should be happy that she wasn't frightening instead.

Mei felt like she had screwed up, well she didn't know what she should be saying and what to leave. She didn't want to tell them anything since they didn't listen anyway but she always forgot about that and spoke before thinking about it. And now she had mentioned both something about Vega and Leo. She's too bad at this keeping her mouth shut business. Well... at least she didn't say that much, which was a good thing.

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Petra

Vega then left Alva alone, she was scratching again, except fortunately it was just her arms. Vega was deeply gracious Alva was no longer screaming. But it was still dark and cold, how was she going to escape? She couldn't do it alone, she didn't know the asylum all to well, however Alva had been living, perhaps she knows some way out. Yet again Alva had never been anywhere recently other than the asylum hall. Though, she must know some passage way, some route out of here.

Petra was yet too frighten to ask Alva, so before she turned to speak again to her, Petra stared into the dark corners thinking about what Alva had earlier shared, "Well I can't say what your monsters are going to be like but they will show up, they always do that. They lurk in the dark, start to follow you, talk to you. You will see."
"I-I thought mon-monsters where bad?" she spoke to herself confused and shaking,

"H-hey, uhm, Alva," Petra whispered when crawling back over to the hole. Petra noticed before their conversation Alva shouted that she didn't want to socialize with Petra, perhaps Alva wanted Petra gone. "I-I want to g-get out of here, b-back to my old cell. I-I would do anything, an-and don't you w-wa-want to be alone?" Petra hoped she didn't make Alva angry, those lunatic where always unpredictable.

Butch

"No they were scary... I preferred Leo's friends... Oh! I-I meant... uhm... n-nothing."

No wait, Butch was doing well, at lest in his opinion. He agreed inside his head, maybe violence and fear was not always the answer. He was doing successful enough without even touching her. Butch hoped Dominique was proud of him, but just stood their quiet as she did all the other days. Butch wanted to question Mei about this Leo, however he wished it would not sound pushy.

"Leo? Who could that be?" Butch asked, he didn't remember their being a Leo in Mei's files, maybe heard of it. But Butch doesn't read the files he only scans it to refresh his mind. Because answers weren't to be found in a file but through a person.

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Alva

As the shuffle could be heard from the other side Alva turned her head around staring at the hole one more time, oh so now she left? What an odd one, or not? Is that something people do? She couldn't decide, her knowledge of people was limited. She knew they were disgusting worms that only cared for their own wellbeing and that everything and everyone should be the same. Nothing should break the norm, nothing that broke the illusion of everything being just as it should. Alva gazed around, staring out through the glass door. If you are what they call unnatural you end up in here apparently, well at least at a place like this. Humans. Such a pathetic race, scared of the unknown.

"I-I thought mon-monsters where bad?"

Was she still hooked up on that? How hard is it to just rethink things a little? Alva was getting annoyed, was people really this annoying all the time? She preferred the previous owner of that cell, she was at least quiet.

"H-hey, uhm, Alva. I-I want to g-get out of here, b-back to my old cell. I-I would do anything, an-and don't you w-wa-want to be alone?

Alone? Yes that would be splendid, but that cell would most likely get occupied soon again anyway. But maybe the next one would leave her alone? Hopefully, that's something she could look forward to. Finally being able to relax in her corner without the irritating itch under the skin, "Yeah?"

Mei and Dominique

"Leo? Who could that be?"

Mei shrunk down on the chair, how it even could be possible since she already tried to make herself as small as she could no one knows, but somehow she got tinier after that question. Staring down on the floor, refusing to answer that, she didn't want to bring it up or think about it. But well it was already to late, she had already said too much, "No one..."

Dominique, who everyone by now knows are a fan of papers and studying beforehand, already knew the answer. Well at least about the things that were written in there, which wasn't much. If she remembered it correctly that name had only been mentioned once, another sibling. As the Mei still didn't say anything more Dominique concentrated to think back to what she had read, yeah she was positive that it was their brother.

"It's their brother--", Dominique didn't have time finish her sentence since I started to cry while mumbling only two words, he was.

Oh, that was something Dominique must had overlooked, well she had been tired when reading the files so it wasn't that strange that she had missed some information. She should stop reading important stuff in the middle of the night, that was something you should do in daylight... well at least those hours counting as daytime. She should probably read those one more time.

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Petra

"So... is there a w-way, out of here?" Petra asked so desperately. "O-out of this floor? Some tunnel way up?"
Petra never hated Alva, even before she knew the girl's name, Petra only saw her as a threat, a terrifying threat. Petra thought in the back of heard head, what if the girl ended up backstabbing her? However, Petra didn't care, she just wanted to leave and run to safer conditions.

The police here were no help, they were instead convinced of Petra's unstable mental capability. But even if she was insane, she wanted to be sent to a doctor, but they have not yet come to lead her to one. Maybe, because Petra had always been good at stealing, deceiving, and just all around being speedy- perhaps, Petra could swipe a tool helping in the goal of escape.

However, even if Petra was to get Alva to help her in escaping, and Alva theatrical didn't betray her, would Alva still be able to not get them two caught. What if she where to have one of her fits again? What if even worse, Alva screams most manically? That would send the two of them to solitary confinement and there is no escape there. "Lis-listen, Alva, the sooner I'm gone, the so-sooner you won't be bother. Help me get out of here and you c-can have your peace."

Butch

He watched Mei sulk and shrink in despair, if she wasn't going to explain then Butch was going to press the question on Vega, and things would most likely not turn out to well. So Leo is the Archer sisters' brother, no, was the Archer sisters' brother. That must imply that he died, but how young was he? And how long ago was it? Perhaps this tragedy can entertain a theory. Perhaps his death is what led Mei to kill Daryl Court. But first, what led to Leo Archer's death?

"Mei, I am going to ask very closely. And I expect an answer," he started, speaking more sternly now in seriousness.
"Your answer can fill in a lot of holes, how did Leo die?"

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Alva

"So... is there a w-way, out of here? O-out of this floor? Some tunnel way up?"

What? Alva didn't know about some escape route, for all that she knew no one had ever leaved this place. Well not alive anyway. Maybe it had happened but Alva was not the person to consult in that case, she was too busy trying to ignore the real world to notice.

"Lis-listen, Alva, the sooner I'm gone, the so-sooner you won't be bother. Help me get out of here and you c-can have your peace."

Well that was tempting, but well Alva couldn't really help since escaping wasn't something she prioritized. She liked it better in her cell, what would she want to do out there? Nah, her cell was the best place for her. It reminded her of something she had experienced in her youth, but what it was exactly she couldn't place. It just felt familiar.

"The only time we get to leave this place is when we meet Lucifer."

Mei and Dominique

"Mei, I am going to ask very closely. And I expect an answer. Your answer can fill in a lot of holes, how did Leo die?"

Mei quivered and avoided to look at the others, trying to make herself even more unnoticeable. Trying to sink down and melt into the floor. She didn't want to talk about it, she just wanted to disappear. Vega would be disappointed when she learned that Mei had spoken, but she couldn't help it. She just... didn't think before speaking. It was so nerve wracking to be in here so all she could think about was how desperate she was to leave.

"I-I don't want to talk about it..."

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"I-I don't want to talk about it..."

Butch's brow furrowed while frowning. By this time, he would probably be throwing something at her, whether his baton or a table. But, he didn't, why? Because he remembered what offense hurt his enemies the most- words. He stood up from the stool and started to pace around her, arms folded. "Don't want to talk about it? Very well, but I will continue to press and this session shall not end until the question is answer. And I promise you..."

He stopped and turned, "I am not a patient man."

Sure, Butch could have made a deal. He could have said, Mei give an answer and Vega is freed from solitary confinement until another offense is given. But he couldn't release Vega, because then Vega would have associations with her sister and discover that Mei is not being treated brutally and violated so exceedingly like she was days one and two. However, if Mei persisted not to answer Butch would became ill-tempered and hot-headed, thought hopeful it will not come to that.

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Even if it wasn't a fast and anyway furious gesture it made Mei shaky, just the thing that he stood up made her even more nervous. She preferred him sitting down at a safe distance. He was less threatening that way. And as he started to walk around she followed his feet's with her eyes, to anxious to actually look up. She didn't like this situation, but it was her own fault. She should be able to keep her mouth shut.

"Don't want to talk about it? Very well, but I will continue to press and this session shall not end until the question is answer. And I promise you... I am not a patient man."

Or she can wait with that and start tomorrow again... Or try at least. She opened her mouth but shut it again, not getting the words out. She wanted to leave and if that meant she had to answer that question she should do it, that wouldn't mean so much... right? Leo didn't matter to them. But why was he even asking about that?

She opened her mouth once again but the words were so hard to get out, when she thought about it she had never actually uttered them. Only heard other's say them out loud. So this would be the first time she actually admitted it out loud. Clenching her hand with her mouth still opened she let out a hissing sound, trying to force them out. In the end she finally got out a small whisper, "He was murdered... D-Don't hit me..."

Dominique tilted her head as the word's was spoken, oh so that was how it was. That was quiet a surprise, well she had missed the fact that he was gone in the first place. But that he had passed in such a way was not something she had been expecting. She would call this a progress, well in her opinion it was that. But what did she know.

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"He was murdered... D-Don't hit me..."

"No," he smiled. "That will come later." That was a cruel sinister joke, perhaps not so must a joke however, though Dominique stays present Butch wouldn't hold himself back from beating Mei if it meant gain in a forceful answer. "That will conclude our session for today." Butch felt success, he was proud of himself and hope Dominique felt the same. However when Butch does things right for once, he begins to get cocky and full of himself.

Butch thought of pressing even further, asking questions like how was Leo murdered or who committed the murder. But it was time to end the session and for Butch to recollect his thoughts. So, Leo was murdered perhaps his case was never brought to justice, perhaps Mei in some revenge against the government murdered Daryl. So many questions, such little time to get to them.

Mei was escorted back to her cell where she later heard the usual buzz signalling it was time for lunch. However, like the past few days, no Petra, and now no Vega. Mei was alone, surviving and struggling on her own. Lunch was depressing and inedible like the often days, no one sat by Mei. Sure she was the one who supposedly killed Daryl, but the other fellow convicts were not convinced, thus they showed her no special respects anymore. But something unusual happened that day, yeah most of the time the television screens play the television screen with already known information about the assassination but today it was something new. It was shown protesters holding signs and shouting chants, demanding the release of the Archer sisters. It was nothing serious, at least not for today. However, the broadcasting station made the protesters look rather foolish.

"How was that?" Butch asked Dominique grinning. "I think I deserve a little more than a pat on the back. If you know what I mean..."
Butch softly laughed jokingly.

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"No, that will come later. That will conclude our session for today."

Mei let out a sigh of relief when those words was uttered it felt like a blessing, it was over. She was always as happy when the guards came and she got to leave, the hours she didn't have to spend in that room was the best. But since Petra had disappeared that happiness got smaller and smaller, yeah Vega was in here somewhere... But not in Mei's cell which meant there was still too many hours Mei had to spend by herself which before meant spending time with Petra. Mei felt kind of bad for being so childish those first days, she should have been nicer towards Petra. Well you can always realize your mistakes after doing them, but that doesn’t mean you can make up for them. She just hoped she got a chance to apologize.

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"How was that? I think I deserve a little more than a pat on the back. If you know what I mean..."

This must be the first time she had seen Butch laugh since she had come here, well she had seen it many times before - years ago. But she couldn't think of any moment when he had done that since they meet again, well he had smiled but not laughed. Seeing it now made her happy, he was definitely feeling better today. Maybe it was because of his success? It was really nice to hear his laugh again, it had always made her feel warm on the inside. She liked his laugh it was one of his better features, her personal opinion. Most of the time he looked so mean but not when laughing, that's still how it all look in her eyes others may see it in a different light. But Dominique thought Butch was rather appealing when laughing, cute somehow how that was even possible.

"Oh, is that so?" A smile spread across her lips, "Alright I admit it, I'm really impressed. You got an answer and you didn't even touch her, the second part is what was most impressive - well at least when it comes to you. I liked that, it was nice to watch"

Of course she understood that it was joke, that was quiet obvious. But well, if it meant she could make him change for the better she could use that. She didn't like how violent he could be and the fact that he had avoided that today was a positive sign. Maybe it wasn't impossible to make him somewhat nicer? That would definitely make it easier to work with him. Slowly she walked over to him with a soft smile, "So you want a reward? Well I could offer you a hug if you want one Butchie..."

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"So you want a reward? Well I could offer you a hug if you want one Butchie..."

Butch's eyes grew widen in nervous embarrassment when she said that and he responded, "Hey, uhm, yeah, that's what I thinking... a hug" he muttered, feeling let down. Butch was hoping for at least some flirting, but it was never Dominique the one for that type of teasing; somethings never change. It was Butch's ambition, however, that she wasn't labeling him as a friend, that she was somehow willing to take it another step.

For the first time, Butch was actually happy, he didn't let anxiety or tensity get the best of him. And he was happy simply because he wanted to be, because he wanted to be himself and not some tough rough guy. Butch always had a bad habitat of being the strongest the toughest, being feared. It was because he enjoyed power and having control of orders. But now, all he cared about was just living, just breathing for once.

Though he was disappointed that she didn't entertain flirting, he didn't want to make it awkward, thus he changed the subject, "So, do you want to get Vega? Or take a break?"

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"Hey, uhm, yeah, that's what I thinking... a hug."

Dominique's smile widened, oh so he had actually thought she would offer something more than that? That was somewhat laughable. Sure he was being nicer today but after what he had uttered before there was no chance she would give in to anything more than that. Yes, Butch was more attractive but as it was at the moment she'd say that even Greg was more appealing in those categories. Don't misunderstand, she wasn't interested in him either it was only a remark. She had never been one that easily would be swept of her feet’s, sure Butch had the upper hand since old memories and emotions lingered inside of her. And that was why she would even offer a hug, a hug from her is a rarity - not many would even get the chance since she sees no point in even touching people she has no care for. She could do much more rewarding things with her time than pay attention to people who she doesn’t find interesting - it wasn't for nothing that Dominique had been known as the ice queen at school.

"So, do you want to get Vega? Or take a break?"

Dominique folded her arms and shrugged, "Sure let's just get it over with, no need for any breaks. I can't relax anyway knowing that I have to talk with her after wards, a break is a waste of time."

That was true, just knowing that she had to meet Vega again made her irritated. She didn't care about the hit to the face, that was a trifle. She just couldn't stand the attitude. It was so annoying, makes her want to just stand in the corner and pound her head against the wall. She hated people like that, they really got under her skin. Which was fun since Butch was like that most of the time.

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Vega sat alone in solitary confinement sweating profusely, it was so hot after being in that small box for hours. She was thirsty, her throat was dry and her stomach was rumbling for she had not been fed since she arrived on Morus. She thought when the door of the small room was lifted they were going to give her a grain, at least something. But no, it was only three guards, one male, gun poking at every sight. They ordered her to lay down on her stomach, and she did so hesitantly. She was cuffed with hinged cuffs behind the back and shackled at the ankles. With the hinged cuffs behind the back she wouldn't be able to use her arms in any advantage.

They escorted the prisoner to the interrogation hall. Vega's lip was swollen and busted from the day before, down her back and legs were scars from the beating given by the captain from the day before. Her body ached and sore, she winced with ever step she took, but her physical affliction did not pain her as much as her thoughts did. She regretted the fit she threw, because in her mind she believed Mei payed for it. The deal was, Vega cooperate and Butch doesn't lay a finger on her sister. But she didn't cooperate and Vega suspected laid more than a finger against poor Mei.

Vega was guided into the room, guns still pointed on her. "We'll take it from here," Butch confirmed with a bow. At least, I'm not wearing a collar today, she thought to herself in little relief. Vega just hoped that if she was good today they will bring her back to her cell, because there was no hopes of finding an escape route in solitary confinement, and she had less than a month to create one. So, there was no time to waste.

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Dominique had returned to her usual place before Vega had entered, hating every minute it took them to get her. Hating every minute she had to be in the same room as the woman even more. But she felt a little bit happy with the fact that Vega couldn't use her arms this time. But that wasn't a bid deal anyway, just a small light in a otherwise dark moment.

"We'll take it from here."

Well even if Dominique was excited by the fact that she had the opportunity to be were things happened, this was not what she counted as fun. It was a drag and she could think of many things she would rather do. Her whole being radiated displeasure and the face was sourer than normally. She didn't even bother to look at Vega, just staring into the wall at the other side of the room as she spoke without even the slightest enthusiasm. "What can you tell us about Leo? Beside the fact that he's your brother."

Dominique didn't ask about the death no, she wanted to see what she would answer. It was an easy way to see if she was actually going to cooperate by asking things building up to the questions they already knew the answers for. If she lied or avoided to answer that would be a big sign that she wasn't helping at all. Which Dominique expected her to do, there wasn't anything in the way Vega acted that made Dominique believe that she would ever say anything useful. She would just sit there and spit nonsense while stepping on Dominique's nerves simultaneously. How great it was... Dominique would rather be cleaning all of the ship then talking to this irritating thing.

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"What can you tell us about Leo? Beside the fact that he's your brother."

No, Vega thought; Mei would never share that, they must- no he, the man standing in the back of the corner, the man whom battered Vega with the rod and stroked hands over Mei, he must of taken Mei to such horrors to have her spit Leo's name out. Mei loved Leo, perhaps even more than Vega, the two were the best of friends, so cute the twins were together. Vega did not want to answer that question, she didn't want to respond, and she pushed herself not to. If she skip any question it would be this one, she did not want to be reminded of his death, and if she explained that Leo died due to a shooting, they would twist the truth, say something like Mei poisoned Daryl, a member of the council in hopes to get the government back for never catching her brother's killer. It was best to her that she said nothing.

Thus, Vega simply did not respond and only kept her lips pressed tightly and face looking straight ahead as if she did not hear the question. She was planning to cooperate and answer a question correctly, but she wasn't excepting questions like this. Butch raised an eyebrow, wondering what Dominique would do, would she end up empty-handed with no information from Vega again. If so, the Warden would be disappointed, and no one disappoints the Warden twice especially in a row, about the only thing Butch learned fast. If Dominique wasn't kicked off the ship for failure then she would be shuffling through papers for the rest of her term.

Even if Butch stepped in and shuttered a few threats against Mei, causing Vega to squealing something useful out. Butch would then seem as the victor and shadow Dominique out, making her seem weaker and unfit for the job. But at least Vega was being less insulting this time, she was not trying to necessarily piss her off.

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Silence. It was just as Dominique predicted, Vega wouldn't help. Or it was just Dominique who sucked at interrogations, she wasn't built for this sort of things. She was a silent observer, she worked in the shadows not in front of the enemy. She missed those times, that was easier. She didn't know what to say or do, she wanted to success but it seemed impossible. But maybe... Probably not, she could at least try and try. And try again. It was the only option but once again she felt like giving up since she was just bad at this sort of things.

Dominique finally looked over at Vega with distgustment, "Oh, so you don't want to say anything today either? So I was right? You really are a bad sister, probably the worst of them all. Instead of helping you only brought more trouble, how do you think we got the information in the first place? Do you really want to put her through something even worse?"

Dominique folded her arms while closing her eyes, hating herself a little for what she was about to say even if it was a lie. But it felt so bad, she was disgusted by herself. But she was desperate, "What do you think would happen if I left the room leaving him alone with her?"

The thought was disturbing, she didn't want to think about it and now she was. She hated it all. She actually regretted saying that out loud. She should have skipped that part. That would have made her feel better, now she was just disappointed with herself. She shouldn't say things like that.

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"Oh, so you don't want to say anything today either? So I was right? You really are a bad sister, probably the worst of them all. Instead of helping you only brought more trouble, how do you think we got the information in the first place? Do you really want to put her through something even worse?"

Vega still kept silent, she wasn't going to be easily angered today. Besides, it was what Vega excepted, well actually a little better, at least she was just being insulted and no physical offense was attached to that. But it worried Vega even more when the woman strung up the question of how they got the information- they must of cracked Mei. Maybe they did not though, maybe Mei spoke before anything could be done. Or maybe they tortured her anyways due to Vega's behavior the day before. So many possibilities for one stressed mind.

"What do you think would happen if I left the room leaving him alone with her?"

Vega knew exactly what would happen, but was it true? Maybe they were just trying to mess with her mind, because as Vega could remember, the day she arrived Mei stated that the man was actually strange and less physical than the day before that. And when Mei was being harassed the woman stepped in and stopped him. But that really did not proof a point, perhaps the woman stepped in because she felt sorry for Mei, however perhaps today she did not feel sorry because of Vega.

Vega looked into the woman's eyes; did the woman bear no heart to walk away from Mei as she was being grappled by the man's greasy hands. For no one with a heart nor feeling could leave a screaming girl to her doom, not death, but utter doom. But there was one question Vega had, why didn't the woman strike back when Vega hit her? Was it that painful? Vega did not even had a good grasp of the baton. So she asked, ignoring the other questions, "Did it hurt when I hit you?"

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Still nothing. Why? What was she doing wrong? She couldn't understand it, she tried so hard but still there wasn't anything leaving that mouth. She had said that and was still failing, in her mind Dominique judged herself. Kept on repeating how bad she was at, that she was a failure. She lost the fight again and she hated it, it and herself at the same time. This was her opportunity to shine, to show that she still could and wanted to. But she couldn't.

"Did it hurt when I hit you?"

Dominique stared at the woman, what? She finally spoke and that was it..? Seriously? That was disappointing... But Dominique wasn't surprised, she had already given up this fight. She felt defeated and wanted to go and sulk somewhere else, cuddle with her sniper rifles one last time probably. Destroying the shoulder completely because what was the point in all of it. There wasn't any, not anymore. She tried not to break down but she always had so high expectations of herself and when she didn't meet them she always chopped herself down, shred her self-esteem to pieces because she was so disappointed with herself.

"Why do you ask? That has no relevance in here, could you please answer my question."

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"Why do you ask? That has no relevance in here, could you please answer my question."

"Well, because if it did not hurt, then that means you are pacifistic. And pacifistic try at best to avoid causing pain and misery. Therefore you wouldn't allow pain to my sister. Besides, she said that you stopped the man from continuing his deed," Vega answered, and finally she gave an answer and not a smart-mouthed one. Maybe it was a bit insulting, but what is that Vega says to those guards that are not?

Vega thought she already blew her chances of going back to her cell after not answering the question about Leo. She wanted to be good, to be able to plan a proper escape route and that was not going to happen in solitary confinement. But being good, obedient, was always a difficult thing for Vega. It was more than being stubborn, it was being rebellious and sealed with utter defiance. Perhaps the reason why she became a helicopter pilot, because the only thing she did not control was the location of destination. But other than don't destroy the copter and make it to the destination on time, then she was free. If there was one thing about Vega that stands out it was that she hated rules.

"And if it did hurt, then you are simply weak. It was not a strong swing, and my wrist were captivated with cuffs."

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"Well, because if it did not hurt, then that means you are pacifistic. And pacifistic try at best to avoid causing pain and misery. Therefore you wouldn't allow pain to my sister. Besides, she said that you stopped the man from continuing his deed. And if it did hurt, then you are simply weak. It was not a strong swing, and my wrist were captivated with cuffs."

Oh, Mei had already told her that. Perfect... Well then there wasn't much more Dominique could do, she was already found out so she just put on a sad smile and shrugged. "Alright you got me, I'm against unnecessary violence directed towards other's. All of you have already been punished for your crimes by being put in here so I see no need for more punishments. Your judgments were lifetime not death and neither an eternity of beatings."

Dominique shrugged once again and watched the roof, she had already given up so the fact that Vega had figured that out wasn't a big deal. That explained why it didn't matter what ever trick Dominique tried to figure out and use because she had already been seen through. Was she too nice sometimes? She didn't think of herself as a nice person but perhaps it really is like that..?

After a while she looked down at Vega again and smiled, this time not sadly but rather well the best way to describe it is bitchy. "But don't get me wrong, I would gladly put a bullet between your eyes if they asked me to do that and you were seen as a threat. I'm not an interrogator, I handle guns and that's what I have been trained in."

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"Alright you got me, I'm against unnecessary violence directed towards other's. All of you have already been punished for your crimes by being put in here so I see no need for more punishments. Your judgments were lifetime not death and neither an eternity of beatings."

So, Mei was not tortured at all, in fact Vega then assumed that Mei would not be tortured due Vega's rebellion to cooperate. So what was the point of answering questions, it was not like the answers would even help support Mei's innocence. Vega was smarter than that, she studied the Unity Council enough to know that they will never accept being proven wrong. Thus they would only take in information declaring and reinforcing Mei as the assassin.

The only way Mei could walk leave Morus alive was if she shifted the blame on someone else, perhaps by saying she was forced to kill Daryl. Maybe then she would have to only serve a couple years on a more suitable jailhouse on earth. But it was not Mei to blame some, blaming is just as good as committing the sin yourself, but what if that person accepts the false accusations, in hopes to save the innocent?

"But don't get me wrong, I would gladly put a bullet between your eyes if they asked me to do that and you were seen as a threat. I'm not an interrogator, I handle guns and that's what I have been trained in.

That confused Vega even more. The woman spoke of attacking if Vega was seen as a threat then why didn't she when when Vega charged at her? But confused Vega even more was why was the woman assigned the case, if she was trained to be a shooter? It seems like on a case like the Archer sisters, Morus would be pulling in earth's best interrogator.

While Vega sat with a puzzled expression on her face Butch smiled a toothless smirk, it always made him smile when Dominique acted feisty, he thought it was hilarious because it was an unusual side of her. Though, after a minute of thinking Vega briefly shook her head like she was trying to shake out the queries. It didn't matter anyways whether or not Vega understood the woman, besides she didn't even know her name.

"I just want to go back to my cell...," she muttered honestly looking down at the ground, so desperate to leave solitary confinement. "Please don't ask me about Leo... Not now... please."

"Actually, it doesn't work like that," Butch chimed in. "You will pay for your offense, a week in solitary confinement. Don't answer our questions and your time in there will double."

"Fair enough..."

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"I just want to go back to my cell... Please don't ask me about Leo... Not now... please."

So she really had the guts to ask things of them? Dominique snorted, she was in a bad mood already so the fact that Vega actually asked not to be questioned about that made her irritated. That was what she wanted to know, but apparently she had to give up on that.

"Actually, it doesn't work like that. You will pay for your offense, a week in solitary confinement. Don't answer our questions and your time in there will double."

But Dominique wanted her to leave, Dominique wanted to leave also. This only made her angry and annoyed, it wasn't good. She showed ugly sides she didn't like and she had always hated losing. She hated all of this, so stupid. What had the warden been thinking when giving her an assignment which only contained interrogations? Her files clearly said that this was not her expertise. So Butch's fear that the warden only used her to spy on him seemed even more likely now... She was just being used. There wasn't any chances for her to show how good she actually was, it didn't seem like that was the point either. She was just here to show of how Butch never disobeyed her wishes even if she knew that he hated what she asked of him. This sucks... She was great, in her opinion, but they didn't want to see that.

Once again she just leaned back at the wall and spoke without any enthusiasm - just wishing to leave and sulk somewhere else, "Okay, then tell us about your sister. How would you describe her?"

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"Okay, then tell us about your sister. How would you describe her?"

Vega sighed, she did not like being asked questions about her sister, afraid she may be endangering Mei's life rather than saving it. Besides, what was it that they wanted to know about Mei that they could not find out on there own? Has Mei not been already sent to much more sessions than Vega, then why was Vega being question?

Well, Mei was different from Vega, they had there small similarities, but other than that, they were total opposites. Mei was generally quite around strangers and Vega was the same, however when Vega is put up against her enemies, she will try her best to make their life a living hell just starting with something as simply as words.

"Uhm... I guess she is rather quiet," Vega muttered shrugging. "And she is pretty nice."

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"Uhm... I guess she is rather quiet. And she is pretty nice."

"If she's so nice why would she kill that man? Oh that's right, she didn't according to you."

What was she supposed to ask, what was relevant? Well Mei's characteristics should be important, since you never know if all she did in here was all an act. And the simplest way to controll that should be to ask the sister how she normally act, they can't have been conspiring to much the quick time they met, right? And they couldn't have been planning everything before Mei entered the prison? But well Vega's explanaition did kind of seem like the same person. But nice wasn't something Dominique had seen, but quiet fitt rather well with Dominique's conclusion.

"So why did you cause so much trouble that you got here? Was it to protect your sister? Because to me it seems like you only causes her more trouble and pain by being here. Did you maybe think that she couldn't take care of her self?"

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“First, I know Mei cannot take care of herself, at least not in a place like this. But it wasn’t like I wishing to come here. I couldn’t just ignore her, how can any ignore the ones they love?”

Ouch, was that a dig against Dominique? Well, she couldn't know about that but still it took Dominique off guard. She wasn't expecting something like that. It made her feel a bit... stone hearted maybe? Well it surely felt like an insult even if she knew it wasn't meant to be one. So what if Dominique was able to ignore and hurt the ones she loved, well liked, without flinching? There were times that she was wondering about how she could do such things but she was already doing it so it was easy to just keep the pace.

"So why do you think she can't take care of herself in a place like this? She survived the first days without you so it seems like you underestimate your family, or does it make you feel bad if your sister is able to take care of herself? There are many people that have the urge to continue to protect people even when they are strong enough to take care of themselves now."

Yep, that last part was as much a remark to Butch for his stupid insult about her going back to the office yesterday as it was a normal comment to Vega. Well Dominique couldn't know about her and Mei's situation she could just assume and guess, and at the moment it felt a bit like Vega didn't trust Mei at all. It was mostly because she was the oldest and the stronger one, it is a natural feeling wanting to protect the things you care about Dominique knew that much. But well... to get herself here to protect the sister was a bit too much maybe?

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"So why do you think she can't take care of herself in a place like this? She survived the first days without you so it seems like you underestimate your family, or does it make you feel bad if your sister is able to take care of herself? There are many people that have the urge to continue to protect people even when they are strong enough to take care of themselves now."

Vega's expression grew sour, how could the woman see Vega as selfish? Sure, she thought Mei helpless on her own in a place like Morus but it was true. Did the Council really sentence Mei here so that the press could have a juicy story. Why not instead swiftly execute her, they had enough evidence to. But the reason why, well at least Vega suspected that they did not, was because supposedly if one in the future, were to surprisingly find proof declaring Mei Archer innocent, the Council could keep their reputation clean. Why because they excepted in at least a month with Morus being known to house thousands of deadly criminal, at least one, all they need is one willing to kill Mei within thirty days. Thus, the council could simply say, that they never killed Mei Archer they were just holding her for the time being. Mei's imprisonment was the soap to wash the stain off the Unity Council.

Upset and with a bad temper, Vega rose from the stool. Her legs then bent in a defensive pose, a stance to keep her balance and making it not easy to knock her down. If she could she would of readied her arms, but they were sealed tightly with the metal band of the cuffs. Butch also prepared himself by taking a couple steps forwards, hand pressed against his taser. However, Butch did not want to do anything rash, he has been trying to restrict himself of impulsive actions since the drama of his second day working with Dominique. But just because she could not battle physical does not mean she would fight verbal. In fact, you could say that is what then happened.

"Listen here, I know Mei Archer and I know she could not handful herself in a place like this. In a place were men can sexually harass girls because they have a badge. There is so much one can take by themselves before death looks a sweeter than reality. You say our judgement was a lifetime sentence and not an eternity of beatings, I say that is a lie. Mei was first welcomed with blood and broken bones, stomach crumbling against brutality. To only later be thrashed yet again in the shower rooms. Sure you were not responsible for the offender's actions, but that still does not mean the fact does not stands untrue and contradictory. And never say I underestimate Mei.

A loyal dog will protect its master, why because that dog loves him enough to chase itself into danger. Though the master may be stronger, the dog will die for him. Yes, I compared myself to a dog, but I rather be a dog than a coward, a traitor watching my only family and friend left echo my name in screams. Maybe you don't understand."

Vega was not longer thinking before she was speaking, and she knew was that she was angry at the woman. Vega was ready to take risk, perhaps the woman lost special to her or someone she regretted not saving, a father, friend, or even hostage victim. And Vega was supposedly going to blame her for that person's lost. Vega was going to get in her head.

"Maybe you lost someone, hm? Did you try save to them? I would, that's why I am here now with Mei. But enough about me... What about? How did that person's faces look, pale, helpless, the wrinkled expression of wailing imprinted on there miserable face.You didn't save them did you? I think make you a backstabbing bit--

(I cut off her last words for an interruption if you are wondering...)

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"Listen here, I know Mei Archer and I know she could not handful herself in a place like this. In a place were men can sexually harass girls because they have a badge. There is so much one can take by themselves before death looks a sweeter than reality. You say our judgment was a lifetime sentence and not an eternity of beatings, I say that is a lie. Mei was first welcomed with blood and broken bones, stomach crumbling against brutality. To only later be thrashed yet again in the shower rooms. Sure you were not responsible for the offender's actions, but that still does not mean the fact does not stands untrue and contradictory. And never say I underestimate Mei. "

Dominique had nothing to do with any of those things, that was before she was put on the case so she couldn't help even if she had wanted to. That was all Butch's doing so why did it feel like it was she who was being blamed for it? That was a bit unfair. If she hadn't been sitting at the desk sorting papers of course she would have stepped in and try to consult with Butch but that wasn't the case. She remembered how Mei looked after that first day and yeah... she could somehow understand why Vega was angry, she would probably be that to if she now had something she wanted to protect - but instead it always felt like it was her who was the one being protected. Sure she stepped in and protected random humans from time to time, like Greg, but she was the youngest in the family (besides Vince's kids nowadays) and to add to that Butch was older then her. It was probably why she had been so irritated by the fact that Vega had come here to protect the little sister, Dominique personally had always hated those things being done to her. But well Mei wasn't Dominique so maybe she appreciated that?

Dominique had been a bit unfocused at the second part, she had only grasped bits of it. Something about dogs and masters... What the heck had she been talking about really? Calling herself a dog? Dominique furrowed her forehead in confusion, trying to put the pieces together. Well she had heard the last part the thing about being a traitor and watching family and friends disappearing and she wasn't appreciating were this conversation were heading. She wasn't liking it at all, not one bit. It made her stiffen and grow cold on the inside, the cold spread faster and faster making her into an ice statue. The only thing she did was too watch, she wasn't even thinking anymore. She knew it was coming but couldn't do anything but watch just as yesterday, but today it was out of fear and sadness that she didn't react not because her reactions were to slow.

"Maybe you lost someone, hm? Did you try save to them? I would, that's why I am here now with Mei. But enough about me... What about you?"

Oh no... Dominique didn't want to listen anymore, she tried to shut down. Disconnect and think about happy things but she couldn't, she was too upset to be able to do it. Even without Vega actually starting to state all the terrible things Dominique could hear the thunder. It felt like one of those night's at home where she only sat in her bed with the blanket over her head trying to ignore the emotions, wishing for it to be gone. It was like every night when she got to bed and waited for the slumber knowing what was waiting for her in there, her chest got tight and she started to shiver unnoticeable. When Butch had brought it up it had come like a shock, from no were, now she had already been alerted beforehand so that helplessness was crushing her. She wanted to stop it but the pressure was too high.

"How did that person's faces look, pale, helpless, the wrinkled expression of wailing imprinted on there miserable face. You didn't save them did you? I think make you a backstabbing bit--

"Shut up!" Dominique screamed desperately, she didn't know what to say or do anymore, she was just quivering and hugging her left shoulder so tight it caused a dull ache to start throbbing. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! You don't know anything! You weren't there!"

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When Dominique began screaming, Butch automatically felt an urge to grasp his baton, and so he did. But surprisingly, this time, he did not recklessly hit anything. Because Butch was not driven to violence, it was not like Vega was attacking Dominique physically like the day before, this was a brawl in words. However, if Vega continued speaking then Butch would have shut her up, but she just stood their with a smirk on her face. If Butch was angry he would also swung forth his baton, but oddly enough he was not angry. No, Butch was actually scared; he feared for Dominique. And that is when he reached his conclusion, Dominique was not the right person for the job.

Butch called Vega's escorts, the two guards then led her back towards solitary confinement. Vega grinned her all her way back to the little metal box, she was suppose to call home for a week. So, the woman had a dark history, Vega was not excepting that, but hey, she was glad she the damage with done. She was not sure if that was the smartest decision, but it felt the best.

Butch did not know what to do now, should he comfort Dominique, what if she wanted to be left alone now. And if he left her alone, would she think he is ignoring her. So Butch had three options, walk away, do nothing, or help. Butch went with his gut, with his natural trait of being a proctor, he slid one of his arm around her back lightly and whisper, "Look, she's gone now, okay? I got you."

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If Dominique had been herself at the moment, not the scared night version of herself, she would have been embarrassed for what had happened. She didn't feel good about it but at the moment she was too upset to think about it, she hated every minute even more. Vega's ugly smile, Dominique's lack of confidence and reasoning. She couldn't been more unhappy with herself at the moment. As the guards came and got Vega Dominique should have felt a relived for it all being over, but she still felt bad. Normally she would have refused the touch as soon as it showed up, but she couldn't move, she just stared at the place Vega had been standing.

"Look, she's gone now, okay? I got you."

Dominique wanted to protest and say that she could handle it, but it was clear to even her that she didn't handle it that well. She should have hit the woman... or not, she wasn't angry. Not even a slightly little bit. It wasn't the same thing as when Butch had said it, her way was the painful way his was well... the arrogant way. And arrogance does make most people angry, especially when it comes from the mouths of people you care about. But Vega was just a random person so Dominique shouldn't care at all, it was just... the words. They hurt even more then Butch's.

In the end she finally left that spot alone, staring down at the floor. Realizing how improper her behavior had been and too ashamed to look up at Butch, "I'm sorry about that... I- I... It hurt too much and I got kind of lost... I know I screwed up and I take full responsibility for it..." She took a short step forward so his hand glide of her back and turned around with a sad smile, "Excuse me, I'm going back to my place now... We'll see if we meet tomorrow... It was nice seeing you again if not." And with that she left the room.

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Petra

That was it, Petra could no longer stand the dark corners, the thoughts of monster lingering in her head. No, because fortunately she recollect the thought of her plans days before. She hated that she was forced to resort to this tactic, but she wanted no more of the place. No more of that girl on the other side.

Petra had to get the guards attention in order to inform them, thus she began to bang on the door wailing and screaming for their notice. Finally like usual, she was order to silence but that is when Petra no longer manically scream but shouted, "Pl-please! I-I can tell them about Mei A-Ar-Archer. I-I her cellmate."

There was then silence, Petra was not sure what the guards were doing, maybe checking her files or simply thinking of their next course of action. But they actually opened the door, Petra felt weights off her back when she took her first steps out the room.Though they welcomed her with gun pointing, Petra did not care she thought she was leaving that place forever.

"If you're lying Scout," starting the guard whom was guiding Petra. "I'll make sure you're new home is with Elm."

Butch

"Warden, madam, do you have moment?" Butch asked, phone pressed against his ear. It was strange of him to call the warden, he hardly ever spoke to her anyways. But he was about to risk something, it may be a small something to the warden, but to Butch, what he was about to do was anything but small. Butch never really like change, but sometimes you have to make a change for the better.

"I do, Captain Hertz," the Warden responded through the phone, but she sounded emotionless and even non-human through the phone, like a robotic machine.

"This is about the case actually..." Butch rose from his bed, it was now day five of the interrogations. "About Dominique, ah.. Capwell. All do respect, but I don't think this is the job for her, madam."

"So, are you trying to replace her."

"Replace? N-no--"

"Then its a demotion?"

Butch sighed, dipping his legs into the holes of his pants. "I just think their are jobs more suitable for Dominique."

"And you have called me because?"

"To assign that other job."

"Hertz, you have never asked my permission especially for this type of task. I have assigned you as captain, and it is your duty to fulfill the deeds set forth for a captain. And if not, there is no place for you here. Have a very nice day."

Butch threw the phone against his mattress in frustration. Butch could not do that Dominique, where would she assigned to then? An office worker again, no she would hate him for that. At least, Butch felt some relief that their was no conspiracy in Dominique position, because if there was the warden would have made his choice for him. Or maybe the warden was testing him...

Butch then received a walkie-talkie message, "Captain Hertz, sir, we have Petra Scout set in the interrogation room. She informed us recently she could be of some use to the Archer case, particularly Mei Archer."

"Alright I will be right there." Butch made his way down to the interrogation halls where he awaited Dominique. This was her last chance, if she successful interrogated Petra then Butch would not demotion.

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Character Portrait: Dominique Capwell Character Portrait: Butch Hertz Character Portrait: Petra Scout

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Dominique was surprised about the fact that she hadn't been contacted already about her failure yesterday. She had been waiting for it the whole evening, night and morning. Yes, Dominique had been doing everything she could not to fall asleep, she had felt just as vulnerable yesterday as she had felt the first months. But the exception was that the first months she had been bothering Vince and her parent's, refusing to sleep at her own apartment because she couldn't she was too scared. This time she had no chance of going over to them and sulk in their living rooms until she fell asleep by exhaustion so the only option she had was to stay awake, which was what she had done.

Before leaving she didn't bother to look into the mirror because she already knew she looked terrible, she had nothing against the dark circles under her eyes. Most of the time she found them charming because that was just something she had started to associate with her own looks since they had been there for so long. But she knew they and everything else probably had accelerated to another degree of "pale mess", which probably was an appropriate way to describe her at the moment, and that was not something she felt like seeing.

As she walked she could feel how tired she actually was, dragging her feet's after her was a better way to describe it. She walked much slower today then she had done any of the other's days, probably because this time the excitement had died totally. It was unpleasant to interrogate people and even if she knew what she could do to get the answer she didn't want to. Perhaps it was so that she sabotaged herself unconsciously to get away from it all? Probably not, she was and had always been ambitious so she would never try something like that. She was just honestly bad. The sight of Butch surprised her, she wasn't expecting him to arrive before her. He had never done that before but well... She had really taken her time so maybe it wasn't so strange.

As she dragged herself towards the door she mumbled a simple "Good morning" and went inside.

It took her a few seconds to notice that the woman was someone she had not seen before, she blinked a couple of times and just stared. Who was that? Without saying anything she placed herself by the door and watched the woman, had she seen her before? No, she didn't think so. Maybe. Nah... But apparently she had something to do with everything what that now could be. Had she received the information before hand? Maybe... No... She couldn't remember, the whole night and morning was kind of cloudy. She was too tired to think clearly.

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Butch noticed as Dominique walked in that she did not look well, at all in fact. He almost wanted to postpone the session, but no, the time was now. If she could not perform successful then its a demotion. Butch guessed the warden wanted to make sure whether or not he could separate business and friends.

In he walked to see Petra strapped in her straitjacket, and Petra was too not in good shape. Petra thought she would enjoy light for once, but no, it made her feel uncomfortable, exposed even. Petra's hair was messy, strains flying here and there, her eyes squinted and even at some moment twitched. She curled herself in a ball as she sat perched on the stool, Petra was sacred remembering that all the guards she spoke to recently have beaten and barked at her. Why would they be any different?

"Maybe, if you are good, Petra, they will let you go back to cell, y-yes?" she whispered to herself shakingly. Then she turned to Butch and Dominique, leaping down from the stool and to her knees begging, "D-don't hurt me, I be g-good. Prom-promise."

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"Maybe, if you are good, Petra, they will let you go back to cell, y-yes? D-don't hurt me, I be g-good. Prom-promise."

Dominique blinked a couple of times again, confused by the situation. So here was a random woman talking to herself and begging on her knees? For what? Her cell..? The cogwheels in Dominique’s brain were working in slow motion, creaked slowly forward as the tiredness made them goo together. Wait, didn't Morus have a special place for the insane? Oh, ooh... So this was someone that wanted to get out of there? That explained that jacket. So this... Petra was it? Had something to tell them and she was apparently desperate? But it could as well be nothing and just an desperate try to get out of there.

"Okay, so what do you have to tell us? If you expect that you will be able go back to your cell it should be something good right?"

Dominique didn't even know what she was talking about, she just spoke. Trying to fake her way out of it. She could done it better, but it could be worse also. She didn't know what to expect of this well possible lunatic, what could she know that was important? It felt somewhat like a dead end already.

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"It is reported that Petra Scout was only Mei's cellmate for a day. Perhaps she knows a few things, but most likely nothing significance. I say she be used as a spy, inject a microphone in her wrist, and room her back in with Mei."

Dominique nodded, so that was why they had to talk with this one. But one day only? And a stranger additionally. How much could she possible now? Mei would be very stupid to let her mouth run in here if that was the case. Dominique was still sceptic towards what kind of information could be spilled, but well Butch's idea was great. Dominique was slightly, just slightly, grumpy over the fact that she hadn't even thought about it. But maybe if she had gotten a bit more time... Probably not, she wasn't into the spy business either. She had no idea what kind of gadget's they used. Did they had some kind of library in here were she could read about all of this? Probably not and if it was like so she should do it some other day when her brain wasn't malfunctioning.

"The knife! I gave Mei a knife."

Oh...

"I knew it... I felt something squarish around her breast region. So, Petra did Mei do anything with knife?"

Dominique turned her face away from the other's staring into the wall beside her. She felt a cold lump in her stomach created by the shame, so he had really found something that time... Still he shouldn't have done that by himself! And absolutely not try to take it out on his own, he should have asked her to do it in that case. Stupid Butch... That was something she could have done, that's not something she need to be a great interrogator to success with... But noo instead he just made her angry by assaulting the girl.

Dominique was listening to the conversation, but she didn't really like how it turned out. She wasn't a believer of death penalty, yeah it can be so that she had perhaps killed someone or some people but that was because it was necessary. They endangered people and there wasn't any other opportunity's. If she could have done it some other way she would have but she was just following orders. She wouldn't disobeyed just to save someone evil that would hurt or kill many other's before getting taken in. Some people don't stop just because they lose the ability to stand up.

But Dominique knew she was hanging on a tiny thread at the moment, if she stood up for what she believed in this moment she would most likely lose everything again. And she didn't want that, sometimes you got to think on your own. She could well... hope for it not to end that way? That was probably the only thing she could do. "Alright, so should Petra be sent back to her cell now? I presume she can't give us any more information than that?"

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Butch

"Alright, so should Petra be sent back to her cell now? I presume she can't give us any more information than that?"

"Before that however," Butch started, head turned to Dominique. "She will be sent to a doctor where a walkie-talkie mic will be injected into her wrist. Her voice audio and those who communicate with her will be recorded."

Butch marched over to Petra and squatted down over to her ear, "You will everyday, record something of Mei's past, or its back to the asylum, understand?"

"Y-yes sir!" Petra replied with clapping happiness, rejoicing over the fact she would be able to return to her cell.
After Petra was shown out of the room Butch basked in his success. After day two, Butch felt like had been on the track lately, he was proud of himself. But that did not mean he was stress-free, Dominique still did not look like she was feeling herself again. And Butch still was not convince an interrogator was the job for Dominique. "Listen, Dominique." He didn't want to continue, nor tell her this, and it was not about being captain, it was about caring for Dominique, she would probably get more rest this way. "As captain, and by your performance by the past day or so, I have to demote you down to your original position as office worker. Ah, what am I saying? Its not even about me being captain. Its about you, you know you can't handle this anymore. Each day I see you fall apart. And its hard to say this, but you looked happy filing through papers. And... you were better at it."

Petra

After a rough encounter with the doctor in the medical bay, Petra wore her outer prisoner jacket to cover the scar on her arm. It was weird, every sound she made could be recorded. Every time Petra would speak to Mei, every time she spoke to herself, and every time she took a piss, they could hear it all. But that also made escaping impossible for Petra, how could plan an escape if they were always listening? But it was either spy on Mei or be stuffed in a room with Alva. But as Petra felt, Mei seemed to push Petra way sometimes, well at least the priase she gave her.

Petra arrived to her cell, she feel a state of tranquility when the glass door lifted and she walked into a room she always dreamed of living. There she saw Mei and greeted her, "I-I ne-never thought I-I was coming back." But Petra was not the same, not after the things she saw, the things she felt.

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Dominique

"Listen, Dominique. As captain, and by your performance by the past day or so, I have to demote you down to your original position as office worker. Ah, what am I saying? Its not even about me being captain. Its about you, you know you can't handle this anymore. Each day I see you fall apart. And its hard to say this, but you looked happy filing through papers. And... you were better at it."

And there it snapped, or more like Butch cut it off. She didn't know what to say. It all seemed quiet surreal. So now it was over? She would be trapped in some boring office for the rest of her life? How great, she didn't know if she should scream or cry. So she only stared at him, feeling dead inside. Empty.

"Oh... is that so..." Even the voice sounded dead, everything was dead she was a living corpse. After a moment of just nothing at all she started to take off the gadgets she got after getting to be a guard, simply tossing them without anger or enthusiasm on the ground in front of his feet's.

"Sure whatever you say Captain , happier playing with papers of course... You must be the worst human I have ever met... "You were better at handling the papers", that because I'm not educated in interrogating technics and you know it! Want to see who's the better sniper? Want to try and see if you can win for once? Oh that's right I don't have access to the training area any more. Thanks Captain , so nice of you."

Dominique despised him at the moment, how could he say those things. She would understand if it was something he did because he was captain bit to admit he did it because of other ridiculous reasons? She felt so humiliated. Once again he was treating her like some little kid that couldn't take care of herself instead of an equal.

"I hope you are happy because I'm not. You took away the only chance I had... I take back what I said about you, you are a bad person... Who cares, there is no reason for me to be here if the only thing I get to do is stare at paper I can do that on Earth as well. There I at least have my family and they don't stab me in the back..."

Dominique bit her lip, the sadness was taking over. So after a last empty glance at Butch she quietly left the room. She had no intention to talk or do anything else today, today she would just cry by herself in under her blanket thinking about her crushed dreams and how everything went wrong. Hate herself for getting hit and being sent here. Hate Butch for not caring at all.

Mei

"I-I ne-never thought I-I was coming back."

At first Mei was startled, she had almost given up on seeing Petra again so hearing her voice was shocking. Looking over at her she got a big smile on her face and rushed over, "Petra! I almost thought you wouldn't come back! I'm so happy to see you."

Mei felt better already, it was great to have Petra back. She didn't like being all alone in here, it was scary. She couldn't stop smiling, the happiness was too great.

"I've been trying to find you, where were you? I've missed you very much while you weren't here, I'm sorry for acting so childish..."

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Butch

Butch felt like he was not being fair, Petra was not really a second chance, there was not much to interrogate there. And the way Dominique acted today, sad and gloomy, reminded Butch of how he felt the day after he was slapped. In if he was in Dominique spot, working with a superior, constantly being observed in action, then he would have been demoted a long time ago. Because honestly, Butch felt like he had not been the best Captain, sure he had his few success, but that does not omit the time he walked out on duty on day three.

And Dominique made him feel worse by saying he was a bad man, and maybe he would be if he did demote her. He was in fact, being a hypocrite. And Butch knew he would not be able to sleep if he did this to her, but would the Warden see Butch as soft he did not demote her? Would he lose his job then?

He grabbed her by the hips and accidentally thrust her against the wall with rough force. He did not mean to even thrust her, but just to prevent her from leaving. "I guess I have not given you a fair chance to prove yourself. You were not prepare to question Petra Scout. Look, I can give you another chance. Plus, I'm not specialized with interrogation training either, it is not impossible for you. But like I said, you fall apart and I don't like to watch as you crash and burn, that is why I am tempted to demote you. But I would not call it a demotion, I'm protecting you. That second chance is there if you still want it."

Petra

"I've been trying to find you, where were you? I've missed you very much while you weren't here, I'm sorry for acting so childish..."

Petra laughed, so Mei missed Petra? So, they were friends after all. Petra was glad she could see a friendly face, hear a friendly voice. Mei's welcome almost numbed the sound of Alva screaming howling and ringing inside of Petra's head.

"N-no I'm fine. How have things been?"

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Dominique

Dominique wasn't expecting him to suddenly touch her, she somehow thought that he would be mad. And well she wasn't sure how she felt about his choice of places to touch, the hips felt like an unlikely choice. She was even more surprised when she suddenly found herself getting intimate with the wall, to tired and depressed to get angry at him she just quietly rubbed the sore places on her head. Maybe he was angry at her for what she had said, the force did point in that direction.

"I guess I have not given you a fair chance to prove yourself. You were not prepare to question Petra Scout. Look, I can give you another chance. Plus, I'm not specialized with interrogation training either, it is not impossible for you."

Dominique furrowed her forehead and tried to keep up with the pace of action, he... gave her a second chance? Was this a joke? It felt like one, it felt very unlikely. So, he wasn't mad? She was still on the border to start to cry, she just wanted to get away before it happened. It was too much for her tired brain to process.

"But like I said, you fall apart and I don't like to watch as you crash and burn, that is why I am tempted to demote you. But I would not call it a demotion, I'm protecting you. That second chance is there if you still want it."

Well, Dominique couldn't deny the fact that she felt terrible at the moment. But she blamed the lack of sleep, if she just had gotten enough rest her emotions wouldn't go berserk. She wasn't sure how she should respond, she knew what she wanted to respond - even if she got the feeling that Butch wouldn't like it.

"I'm sorry... I haven't really been myself these couples of day... It's hard to adapt to the new place and I haven't slept that good, I didn't sleep at all tonight... I'm truly sorry for all the trouble, I will try to not let it affect me like it has. I would love to get another chance... I will try my best I promise, I can even call my doctor and ask him if I could increase my doses if it would help me to get enough sleep. I promise, I will try not to let you down."

She sighed and rubbed her eyes, "But please don't treat me as a child Butch... You don't need to feel obligated to protect me, I want to be challenged... But even if it's too hard the only thing I need is for you to trust me or push me in the right directions... What I don't need is for you to underestimate me and not even give me a fair chance..."

Mei

"N-no I'm fine. How have things been?"

"Oh..." Mei watched Petra with wonder, she felt a bit different then before but Mei couldn't put her finger on what. Well it could be the fact that Petra ignored her question to where she had been. Didn't she want to tell Mei about that? Mei didn't know, she was just a bit cautious.

"Well, it has been okay I guess... Petra arrived when you disappeared but I haven't seen her since then either, I don't know why but... Now she's gone also. What's with everyone and just disappearing all the time? The sessions have been okay also I guess, I don't have any new bruises at least."

Mei went back to her bed and sat down on it and started playing with her hands, trying out what she could do and not. That was what she had been doing most of the time. Stretching her fingers to the point that it hurt, trying out many strange things she wouldn't even want to do back at home, like trying to put her foot behind her head - yeah Mei would turn into an acrobat if she didn't get anything to do soon. She was so bored in here so she did all she could do on her own to ease that feeling of wanting to crawl around on the walls. It was terrible in here, nothing to do at all.

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"I'm sorry... I haven't really been myself these couples of day... It's hard to adapt to the new place and I haven't slept that good, I didn't sleep at all tonight... I'm truly sorry for all the trouble, I will try to not let it affect me like it has. I would love to get another chance... I will try my best I promise, I can even call my doctor and ask him if I could increase my doses if it would help me to get enough sleep. I promise, I will try not to let you down."

Dominique had already told Butch before that she suffered a harsh condition of nightmares, making it difficult to sleep. But with mixed with the drama of the case, especially Vega' words, completely demolished Dominique chance of rest. However, when Butch first reunited with Dominique on Morus, on day one, he would have never guessed she would be failing at any task, Dominique always knew how to carry herself through mission, getting them done successfully. But that was because she was given the right job for her, with the right tools, in the right place. But now she was an interrogator, her main tools being words, in a hellhole called Morus.

"But please don't treat me as a child Butch... You don't need to feel obligated to protect me, I want to be challenged... But even if it's too hard the only thing I need is for you to trust me or push me in the right directions... What I don't need is for you to underestimate me and not even give me a fair chance..."

Trust, yes Butch promised that he trusted her, but now by the ways of actions it did not reflect so. Was it him that held Dominique back from doing her best? Did he hold too close, suffocating her; was he the reason why she choked under the dust and bends of things?

"You are right, I need not to underestimate you. Just know that I care about you, alright."

Petra

"Well, it has been okay I guess... Petra arrived when you disappeared but I haven't seen her since then either, I don't know why but... Now she's gone also. What's with everyone and just disappearing all the time? The sessions have been okay also I guess, I don't have any new bruises at least."

"T-That's good, yes?" Petra said, glancing around her old home. She was happier than ever to make it back, no more beatings, no more screaming, and definitely no more Alva. The buzz for lunch rang as all the doors open, but oddly enough Petra was too timid to lead Mei, instead she followed behind her.

At the cafeteria, Petra and Mei sat at the end of a table alone. Petra's old friends did think about sitting beside her, but something about Petra's appearance and aura centered around her was... different. Petra was no longer the jester that smiled silly, she was very alerted about everything, scared even. Petra had finished all of her given meal, the sloppy substance, but to her, it was manna for the heavens, so much better than the small pouch of rice powder they were given. By the passing of the first few minutes she had also already finished all of her water in the plastic bottle.

"S-so Mei, were you glad when Ve-Vega came back?"

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"You are right, I need not to underestimate you. Just know that I care about you, alright."

Dominique nodded and smiled quietly, well that was a bit obvious. She didn't even know how many times she had heard things like that the last couple of days. It felt like she had heard different versions of it every day at least. Sure it could just be all talk but she didn't believe that, maybe she was too slow at the moment but his affection felt genuine. Even if it really bothered her that he still was what she would call overprotective, that was mostly why she hated the fact that she now days was of such low status. It would have felt great to show off with how far she had climbed without him getting in the way, it wasn't the same thing trying to brag about something that was already over.

"Yeah, I have understood that much Butch. You have made that pretty clear these days, well most of the time."

Mei

Mei was more than confused by now, she couldn't understand what had happened to Petra. She was like totally different, it felt like hanging out with a stranger. She didn't know what to say, she wanted to ask again about where Petra had been but the fact that Petra hadn't answered last time made her hesitate. She didn't want to be so nosy and bother Petra, she didn't seem to feel too well at the moment. The fact that she had such an appetite made it all seem even stranger, Mei just sat and toyed with the food watching how Petra ate it without complaining like last time. Hadn't she eaten anything these last couples of days or something? I looked that way.

"S-so Mei, were you glad when Ve-Vega came back?"

Mei winced to busy thinking to notice that Petra had already finished everything, "Huh? Uh oh, uhm yeah. But also no, I'm not that happy about the fact that she's in here. If it was some other place I got to see her, sure I would have liked that. She's nice. She would have been safer on Earth, I don't want people getting into trouble because of me..."

Mei slowly poked her almost full water bottle towards Petra, "You can have mine as well if you want. Looks like you need it more than me anyway, I usually don't drink that much so I can manage."

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Petra tried to go to sleep that night, but since the asylum, nothing ever felt the same. She still remembered the talk of monsters lurking in the shadows, what if Alva was right? Monsters are real? Petra chuckled to herself, thinking she was acting foolish for being a grown woman scared about monsters. But if Alva is correct, could she also be correct about the monster being good.

Petra tossed and turned, yeah it was nosy with the bed springs sounding, Mei could most likely hear. Petra hid under her blanket, it was not the monster thing that was quite bothering Petra though, it was the big scar across her wrist. If one were to see the wound they would suspect Petra was active in self-cutting. But now, it was much worse of a dark secret than that. She recalled her meeting with the doctor in the medical bay, he was not crazy but rather strict. Petra was always feared injections, the sharp point of a needle. She fought against him and begged for him not to use the needle. Thus, he instead split her wrist open and insert the microphone. Sure it was painful, but pain sometimes feels better than fear.

Butch

He woke up like usual, except this time on the right side of the bed. In other words, he woke up happy like he did on day four, but now it was day six. He rubbed his palm against his furry jaws, he shaved regularly but since the breaking of mirror he did not want to stare back into the fragmented reflection, and plus a beard couldn't be so bad, right?

Today the interrogations would be different, today instead of Mei going first it would be Vega. Butch planned it to be this way because he was assuming Dominique would wake up with a fresh mind; he gave her most of the day before to rest. Besides, he thought she might want to give things over with. Butch traveled down to the interrogation halls where he met and greeted Dominique, "Good morning. Vega's inside, thought you might want to start when your mind is fresh."

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Yesterday Dominique believed she got a lot done actually. She called her doctor and asked about the medicines, read through her papers a couple of times and no she didn't sleep more but she laid with her eyes closed in the bed for a longer amount of time then she had allowed herself to do in a long time. It felt better that way, knowing she didn't have to fall asleep but was just resting a bit with noise in the background which kept her awake. She couldn't say she had slept more then she had before but even without those extra hours of deep sleep she felt better today.

"Good morning. Vega's inside, thought you might want to start when your mind is fresh."

Dominique glanced towards the door as the facial expression stiffened unconsciously, even if she felt better today the thought of only having this chance to succeed was nerve wracking. "Is that so..."

She had promised the warden to do her best and now even Butch, she wanted to do her best. She really wanted to, she needed to do her best to build up her self-esteem and confidence again. She couldn't take another failure and the hours of thinking through everything she did wrong, the arguments inside which got worse. Since she didn't have to meet Vega yesterday the self-despise hadn't been so bad, and after she had cried out her frustration for almost losing the job she hadn't had the urge to think everything through actually.

After discretely taking a deeper breath than normally she entered the room, giving Vega a short glance before straightening her back and placed her hands behind her back. It wasn't actually to look proper, it was so she could move them without noticing. Slowing down her breathing and the pulse, forming the fingers as if she had her sniper in her hands and focusing. She didn't want to break down another time and since Vega knew about it Dominique was afraid that would be used against her, that was why she even from the beginning prepared.

“So the last time we met you mentioned being here to save your sister, from what? The other prisoners, us, death perhaps?”

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Vega felt like the one with the advantage, to think they were ones suppose to get in her head, instead she did the opposite. The man, Butch, like often in Vega's sessions positioned himself in a corner, letting Dominique have the reins. Vega was hand-cuffed like the day before, and she also wore a silly smirk.

“So the last time we met you mentioned being here to save your sister, from what? The other prisoners, us, death perhaps?”

Vega did not want to answer that like every question they threw at her, but she promised herself if she were to answer it would be with truth. If she talked circles and pissed them off they would probably add another week for Vega to stay in solitary confinement, and she did not desire that.

"Yes, from the prisoners," Vega answered nodding. "She is smaller than most here, could easily be seen as a target. And yes about death. I want to,,, save her from death."

Vega just implied the fact she wanted to break Mei out, but would not say they would want to escape the ship? However, she chose to be honest about her answer, and yes she was.

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"Yes, from the prisoners. She is smaller than most here, could easily be seen as a target. And yes about death. I want to... save her from death."

Dominique looked over at Vega, surprised to say the least. She had just answered the question without anything else? Not even one curse or insult? That was... strange. But Dominique didn't think to highly just because of it, it could just been luck. It probably was. It didn't have anything to do with Dominique, she believed that, it sounded like the most rational explanation.

"So, you want to save your sister from death? How am you supposed to do that? You haven’t been helping her at all yet and you won't if you stay in the solitary confinement."

Dominique knew she wouldn't get an answer, but she tried anyway. She still wasn't sure what she was supposed to ask, what was seen as relevant? She couldn’t ask about Mei or Leo because Vega had been refusingall of Dominique's attempts to get to know something about them, but what could be seen as relevant when it came to Vega? She was already put in prison and there wasn't anything more to it, she had caused problems and rebelled against the council why would she be important now if not in Mei's case? But she didn't want to say anything about her. Oh… Dominique may have come up with some questions finally.

“How would you describe your sister’s reaction when she got the job?”

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"So, you want to save your sister from death? How am you supposed to do that? You haven’t been helping her at all yet and you won't if you stay in the solitary confinement."

And that is why Vega decided to quiet down today and cooperate, feeling as if she is the one who slims the chances of them getting out of there. Yeah it brings Vega happiness to tick off the guards, but escaping will sure be a deliverance of joy. Besides she was not looking for trouble or bruises, she was surprise the guy in the corner didn't beat Vega down with his baton yesterday. Can't escape properly when your body isn't working efficiently.

“How would you describe your sister’s reaction when she got the job?”

Vega was not quite sure, because she did not talk to Mei when she first obtained the occupation, in fact, Vega did not talk much to her family. She always saw Mei as the perfect child, the favorite, and maybe Mei was but it was because she deserve it. Vega did not hate Mei as she hated her mother, but instead, Vega envied her sister. But when Mei was sentenced to Morus, forced to leave earth and her family, Vega began to long for her sister's presence, and worry about her safety. You don't miss someone until they are gone.

"I wish I could answer that," Vega responded in a shameful mutter. "I do know it was not her dream job. She enjoyed swimming. But I am not sure how she felt about being a server all her life."

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"I wish I could answer that."

Hm? No, seriously, was this some kind of joke? Well yeah she responded but that was not the response Dominique wanted to hear. Lady luck seemed to be playing games today, how else could it turn for the worse so quickly? Disappointed and a bit frustrated Dominique's mouth was drawn together even before the continuation. She had wished for one answer, even if she knew that the chances on getting it was not so likely, but this was not even close.

"I do know it was not her dream job. She enjoyed swimming. But I am not sure how she felt about being a server all her life."

Well that Dominique already knew from Mei personally. Why was it so complicated? Were you supposed to think ahead of things and lay down a strategy or should you just go with the flow? Dominique strategic mind didn't really seem to fit in this kind of situation. Maybe she wasn't good enough on handling unsuspected events without someone telling her orders? She had a hard time thinking it was like that, she believed she was rather good at handling surprises. Well most of them. She didn't say she was great at it.

"Why can't you answer that, aren't you two close? You ended up in here for her, so shouldn't she had been able to tell you about her feelings then?"

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"Why can't you answer that, aren't you two close? You ended up in here for her, so shouldn't she had been able to tell you about her feelings then?"

"Well... We weren't always close," Vega confessed, staring down at the ground, thinking about the past. There were two things that did bring the girls close, sadly both tragedies, the death of Leo and Mei's sentence. When Leo was murdered, Vega clung to Mei, knowing that was her only sibling left, she started to be grateful for her sister. Because most of the time Vega and Leo did not get along, when Vega would mistreat Mei Leo would be defending her. Like an alliance, Mei and Leo always stood for each other when Vega held an argument against one.

But as time passed Vega started to yet again see the goals Mei achieved that Vega would never even reach. So enough Vega just tried to forget her family all together. Vega tried to replace her life with alcohol, her job, and sometimes even implanted drugs. But things perishable thinks only turned her life into a whirlwind of torment.

"What I did to her... I-- I'm just going to say, I could of been better. She took it well though. You know, when I mistreated her, put her down, and discouraged her. The only time I ever brought up her job as a server was to only taunt and insult her about it. Saying things like, 'You thought you were some golden child? Is that the best you could do?' On the outside, she did not look broken over my slander. Not sure about the inside...."

Vega started to get really quiet, her eyes started to water a bit, she angled her head away front he woman. Vega started to blame herself for Mei's so called crime. What if Mei really did kill Daryl? Angry and frustrated with Vega insulting her about being server. Maybe Mei bottled up all her fury and took it on a council member. Vega could never imagine Mei killing anyone, but you never know when someone finally snaps.

Vega voice finally broke out quietly, "Can I go now?"

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As the Vega started to talk Dominique finally relaxed a bit, folding her arms in front instead. Observing Vega's reaction more than the actual words she spoke, Dominique had always believed that words often were meaningless. It was easy to say things and then never take it to heart and actually keep them. What makes words meaningful is how they are uttered, what kind of voice was used, the actions while saying it, the emotions behind them. That was probably why she always spoke exactly what was on her mind instead of playing games and entangling it making the thought behind them unclear. Things get complicated if you make everything a mystery.

By the look of it Dominique believed she actually was speaking the truth, or she was a really good actress. Which seemed unlikely, nothing in the files spoke of some surprising artistic side to Vega. And she hadn't been such a good actress the other times so it seemed even more impossible that she had suddenly developed such a skill in a few days, hours.

"Can I go now?"

Dominique glanced over at Butch, she wasn't sure about the answer. She thought she had gotten some interesting information, well it was better than any of that she had gotten the other days. And she didn't think that Vega would say anymore since she at the moment was sad, on the other hand she was vulnerable now. But perhaps not the right kind of vulnerable, depressed people has the tendency to shut everything and everyone out when feeling to down and at that point you won't get anything out of them. And Dominique sensed that it was that territory Vega was on at the moment, especially with the low voice and the pauses.

Once again Dominique glanced over at Butch as she spoke, "I assume she can do that, or what do you say?"

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"I assume she can do that, or what do you say?"

"I agree," Butch responded lifting his leaning back form the wall. He then like often at the end of sessions, summoned the escorts. Vega was guided to her room, where she curled in a ball and sat sulking with her suspicious. She completed the thought of whether Mei did kill Daryl, it seemed more likely now that she had given thought to it. It feared Vega even more to think she was fighting for the wrong them, that she was saving a dead woman. Or maybe a girl that is just not worth the stress.

"I'm impressed, I think you just dug up key intel," Butch responded with a smile. It was all falling in place now, Mei had not attack Butch though he abused and violated her, she was perhaps holding it all inside. And if that was true, she could be known as a woman who bottled her feelings to where the glass finally shattered bursting, driving herself to kill Daryl. "I'm going to hit the lounge, you can join me if you want."

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"I'm impressed, I think you just dug up key intel."

Dominique's face lightened up with a big smile, making her look rather childish. But that was how it always had been, at a younger age she tried to avoid smiling to big because of it - when you are young in your teenage stage looking like a kid is not something you want others to see. Butch was probably the only one she had showed that smile to except her family, but she had grown out of that phase a long time ago.

It wasn't because of Butch's praise that she had gotten so happy, well partially it was because of that but mostly because she was happy with herself. She liked the fact that she actually had succeeded with it in the end. She was proud of herself, it felt great. Maybe she could do this?

"I'm going to hit the lounge, you can join me if you want."

That wasn't exactly the place she wanted to visit but she didn't have anything against that idea either. It could be nice, she hadn't been there since the first day and it had given her a positive impression. "Sure, I can accompany you if you want me too."

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Butch arrived in the colorful lounge, the room was blasting with energetic dubstep music. He walked right to the bar and said to Dominique, "Hey, if you want anything just leave it on me. You did a good job." Instead of getting on the dance floor he took a table right near it. The lounge was quite empty except for Duke of course but he practically lived there, people still wonder how he gets away with his idle behavior. Perhaps he hacked the camera system to make it seem like he is actually doing something; he is good but is he that good to get past the warden?

Butch sat waiting for Dominique, taking small sips of his ordered glass of brandy. Today felt like a good day, and probably a good year because what Dominique pried out, maybe the time to lie a bullet between Mei eyes was coming sooner than a month. He started to think, what if Dominique gets his place at captain. He shook his head as he thought to himself. No, she already claimed to not accept his best. So he was fine, or at least he thought.

"So, Dominique," he said to her as she finally came to table.
"Do you ever dance?"

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"Hey, if you want anything just leave it on me. You did a good job."

"Is that so," It seemed to be a bit early to be drinking and wasn't they supposed to meet Mei sometime today? It was usually like that. Butch hadn't mentioned them having anything else today but neither had he mentioned that they were free the rest of the day. So Dominique was considering just getting water but it seemed unlikely that Butch would be drinking if he had work to do later. Or he just wasn't like Dominique? In the end she actually decided to take the same thing she took last time, in the end one of her soft spots was wine. Red to be precise. And the urge was kicking in when she thought about it, she could just take a sip or something... probably. Damn you Butch, this was a set up. No not really and no Dominique wouldn't call herself an alcoholic, she wasn't drinking that often. She just had a hard time saying no when she got the opportunity. Just as Dominique sat down in front of Butch taking a sip the strange question came.

"So, Dominique, do you ever dance?"

She frowned and took another longer sip, clearly uncomfortable. That was not a question she had been expecting, not from Butch, not from anyone, she had actually thought she could avoid that question her entire life. It wasn't like she had been trying to dodge it or anything, it was just she had never thought someone would come up with the idea of asking her. Like... seriously Butch? He should know the answer already, so what was the point?

Dominique shook her head slowly, "No... I still won't do things like that."

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Butch was not trying to woo Dominique, he was not confident if he could still do that, especially after her comment two days back. He starting to ponder if she was seriously friend-zoning him. Usually only teenage boys or young guys worry about their crush labeling them as just friends. Butch thought it was pretty clear that she will only befriend him with the pet name and hugs. However that did not mean Butch would continue to needlessly flirt with her. He knew she was annoyed by it, but he thought it was funny and cute when she got aggravated. Reason why he treated her the way he did on day one.

"No... I still won't do things like that."

It had to be because she did not want to, or else she would have said can't do. Butch recalled their old dating days, though he rather not bring up old memories, and Dominique was not the types of girls constantly on their boyfriends, flirting pointlessly and giggling constantly. And she was not much for touching either, where as, Butch does not mind the warmth another, in fact it pleases him to be felt and to feel.

"Ah, darling. What is that you do for fun?" he asked before talking another gulp of his drink. "I know what I would do with you for fun..."

He let a pause sink in, let Dominique digest his last comment before he spoke again, "Don't worry, I know you hate it when I do that. But I love it when you get aggravated with me like that. Its feisty and cute."

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"Ah, darling. What is that you do for fun? I know what I would do with you for fun..."

And there he went on with the darling comment again. She wasn't even that mad, just a bit disturbed by what he said. Mostly because it was kind of out of her comfort zone and Dominique was not a big fan of such comments being uttered out in public. Even if it was so that it was almost empty in here, but that was still something you should say when completely alone and even better at home. Or just private place.

"Don't worry, I know you hate it when I do that. But I love it when you get aggravated with me like that. Its feisty and cute."

Dominique leaned forward over the table as her mouth got the same sour expression as before, sucking in the cheeks so the lips pouted. "Is that so, darling. What I've heard there is plenty of others you could do that with and have done it with, so why not keep it up? And by the way darling, I enjoy target shooting and reading which you of all people in here should know. Dare to make a bet and see who's the better one at the thing I mentioned first? Or are you to scared that you still will lose even after I haven't been practicing as much as before?"

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"Is that so, darling. What I've heard there is plenty of others you could do that with and have done it with, so why not keep it up? "

Butch blushed in embarrassment, did she know Butch can be quite the player, how did she know? Well, it was probably not hard for her to figure out, word travel fast on Morus. But since Dominique had arrived Butch tried not to trifle with other girls, not only because he has had his hands tied with the Archer's sister case., but also because he did not want to be seen as a flirt. Butch learned a valuable lesson, you can not rewrite, change, nor erase the past.

"And by the way darling, I enjoy target shooting and reading which you of all people in here should know. Dare to make a bet and see who's the better one at the thing I mentioned first? Or are you to scared that you still will lose even after I haven't been practicing as much as before?"

Butch never was good at sharp-shooting, mainly because he was too stubborn to practice it. He was the type of person when he finds something he likes, he is too hard-headed to try something else. Besides, he had found it a waste of time to stop and aim for a target. Instead he found it more fast and efficient to stick to his assault rifle. Just aim in a general direction and fire, feeding his enemies a mouthful of lead.

"I rather forfeit than be put to shame. You know me, why waste time for such a quick death. Because if you want to take your time killing a man in cold blood, why not do it in a more handy matter. You know, hand-to-hand combat. That's why wrestling and boxing have always been my favorite sports. But if you really want to see me lose, then why not. Whatever makes you happy, darling."

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"I rather forfeit than be put to shame. You know me, why waste time for such a quick death. Because if you want to take your time killing a man in cold blood, why not do it in a more handy matter. You know, hand-to-hand combat. That's why wresting and boxing have always been my favorite sports."

Dominique shrugged and sipped from her glass, rather disappointed with the answer. Well yeah she knew that it wouldn't have been a fair match, well it probably would've been since she was rusty. But she had always liked winning and a match that had been a bit more over fifty percent chance for her to win, how could she say no to that? It would have been rather fun, at least if it went well.

"I wouldn't had said no to brutally murder you in cold blood when it comes to something like that Butch, I've always enjoyed making you sway on the throne you put yourself onto. But it's your loss then, I would have let you choose your own price if you had won you know. That's what betting is for, shame on the one who loses. And I'm not dumb enough to challenge you in a hand-to-hand combat, you have all the advantages. Size, power, experience, my left shoulder and so on. That if something wouldn't be a fair fight." She placed her head on the hands still leaning forward, looking directly at him. "And I'm afraid that something like that would turn into your kind of fun rather easily."

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"I wouldn't had said no to brutally murder you in cold blood when it comes to something like that Butch, I've always enjoyed making you sway on the throne you put yourself onto. But it's your loss then, I would have let you choose your own price if you had won you know. That's what betting is for, shame on the one who loses. And I'm not dumb enough to challenge you in a hand-to-hand combat, you have all the advantages. Size, power, experience, my left shoulder and so on. That if something wouldn't be a fair fight."

To think of it, though Butch never really enjoyed target shooting, it would probably be the only thing for Butch to see Dominique in action. Plus, she looked rather disappointed and unamused when he refused, and Butch always loves to entertain a lady. And like Dominique said, it would be fun if it went well, but drama always seem to attach itself to every guard in Morus. Perhaps because there was so little you can do on one ship, that even the small things can have such big value.

"And I'm afraid that something like that would turn into your kind of fun rather easily."

"I'm a man with a plan. This guard's armor is all for rank, the real show is the torso underneath. Always makes girls melt, maybe the ice the queen will," he replied jokingly, leaning forward at Dominique. "I'll tell you what. After I interrogate Mei, we'll do one round, darling. What do you say?"

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"I'm a man with a plan. This guard's armor is all for rank, the real show is the torso underneath. Always makes girls melt, maybe the ice the queen will."

Okay, that was too much. Dominique was hindering herself from instinctively pull back as fast as possible, because if his last comment was a step over the line to what she was comfortable with hearing this was way over the line. Too much information about things she didn't want to know about. That was actually something he could have kept to himself, Dominique didn't want to know. Yuk! She didn't want to think about it but the thought was making her rather disgusted at the moment. Well it was the part about "always making girls melt" that made her disgusted, she didn't need to know about things like that. That was just... no. Still bragging about how popular he was like it was something that mattered.

"I'll tell you what. After I interrogate Mei, we'll do one round, darling. What do you say?"

Dominique's mood lightened up in an instant, she actually got excited, "Really? You would actually go along with it? Absolutely, I would love to do that! Prepare yourself for the greatest loss of your life, or at least a loss. I'm not going to be nice just because it's you." She laughed slightly and straightened up again, "And by the way Butchie, I couldn't care less about how you look. So don't think something as simple as that would make me fawn over you. If that was the only thing I cared about I would already be melting by now."

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"Really? You would actually go along with it? Absolutely, I would love to do that! Prepare yourself for the greatest loss of your life, or at least a loss. I'm not going to be nice just because it's you."

Butch was happy he made the right choice to go along with it, for once he could care less about winning, because he already felt like a victor if it meant he could watch Dominique just a little more. And her laugh, it was sweet and it sounded like she was actualy having fun on Morus for once.

"And by the way Butchie, I couldn't care less about how you look. So don't think something as simple as that would make me fawn over you. If that was the only thing I cared about I would already be melting by now."

"Darling, there's nothing simple about my muscular system," he bragged. It was a downside of Butch's personality to be cocky and boastful, because he had always wanted to be praised by his peers and that first started with his father. Paul Hertz spoiled Butch but did not love him. It was as if when Paul brought gifts to Butch he was buying way out of spending time with his son. Thus Butch thought if he would brag enough maybe then is father would notice his achievements. However, still no concern.
"I'm going to run to the restroom, meet you near the interrogation room."

Butch then walked himself to the hall of the restroom when he heard a voice, "So you are with her now, Butch?" He turned around to see it was Vanessa. He thought he would never see her again, he did not want to. Was isn't already enough that she engulfed his mailbox with emails he could not care less about.

"It Captain Hertz, and its none of your business, Colton," he barked sharply in a low toned voice.

"Oh very well, Captain. I remember a once upon a time where I did not have to call you that."

"When was that a week ago almost? Can't you--"

Vanessa embraced him, hands wrapped around his body, hands grappled gently behind his neck. It was not that Butch did not see Vanessa as a gorgeous girl, because she was prettiest as anyone could possible get. However Butch saw girls, not including Dominique, as a game.

"You've been with that girl for almost a week, why are you still with her? You mean to tell me you have left your mark yet?"

"What is there to gain with you when I have already scored?"

Feeling insulted and shocked by his cruel words Vanessa slapped Butch across the face, "Why can't you see I love you Butch? I want to be with you!" Butch burned with a fiery anger, he was not going let her belittled him like that though he belittles her. He gripped on Vanessa's red hair and threw her into the nearest restroom and it was woman's. Thankfully no one was in there or they would have heard her cry as he smashed her face against the concrete. Butch never hurt a girl, at least not a female guard the way he did to Vanessa, it was like something else had gotten inside him.

"Al--I'm sorry!" Vanessa was about to gasp out. Butch started battered her face again the floor and simply strangled her throat, staring into a face once adorn with beauty, now drenched in blood. "Stop! You're--stop..."

Her bright blue eyes were concealed by her eyelids with her head down to the ground lifelessly.Butch started to get worried, he had hoped she was just unconscious, but her body moved no more with a heart beat. He shook her, calling Vanessa's name but nothing. Butch was almost to tears, wondering what had gotten into him.

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"Darling, there's nothing simple about my muscular system."

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that if you want to. At least I know that there isn't anything spectacular with it, everybody has bodies and that's it - what's interesting is what's inside, the mind."

If Dominique now had been interested in only how he and others looked, why would she have dumped him? No, things like that didn't matter at all. Well of course she could admit that she preferred people taking care of themselves, not being too large or to small, but that was only out of health issues. She was not interested in caring for someone that couldn't take care of themselves, she took care of herself so the others should do that too. Yeah, Dominique does have really high standards but that's mostly because she's not bothered with the thought of being single. Well yes, she would have liked to have someone that she could turn to when she got scared, someone to lie close to when she felt small. But she had made it this far so she could probably keep it up. And she's not interested in kids and neither marriage so why would she get panicked by the fact that she grew older? Some day she would find someone, probably. If not she could just get a cat... or something, it was almost the same thing anyway... Well at least a cat doesn’t speak nonsense.

"I'm going to run to the restroom, meet you near the interrogation room."

"Sure, I wait for you there," Dominique watched as he left still sitting down, she was looking forward to see if she still could win - which she was convinced she would do. But she knew that even if it only was handguns they still yanked backwards by the force, depending on how powerful the gun was but all guns she had tried would make her shoulder hurt since it placed pressure on it. And she knew she couldn't fire a gun with only one hand, if she would try that she would most certainly loose. And that was not in her plan.

After a while she picked out her painkillers from the inner pocket and opened the little jar, taking up one of the pills. Maybe she could take it in advance to prevent the pain from being too intense? Can you do that? But that could also lead to her having a hard time aiming. She could ask Butch to be nice if she now lost. He would probably listen. Probably.

In the end she rose up and walked out from the lounge, still not sure about what to do. She really wanted to avoid that first half hour when the pain was the worst but her pills was in case of being in pain. It didn't say anything about preventing it, so what if it just would make the matter even worse? She stood there for a moment again watching the jar, maybe she should try not to think so much? Perhaps she would feel a lot better like that. No, she wouldn't want to describe the reason for her to make such a reckless decision to her doctor if it now would make her sick or anything like that but it couldn't get so bad. She placed the jar in her inner pocket again, sealing it tight so she wouldn't lose it. She had been quiet caught up in her thoughts so when she looked up she was rather surprised, no surprised wasn't the right word. She was unsettled by what she saw even if it was just a quick glimpse. She stood there for a while watching the door, fingering on her under lip. Hoping for him to exit, but when he didn’t she slowly approached. She wasn’t really sure what to find inside and that was why she hesitated. It could be something she shouldn’t see, something private, and it could be something even worse.

When she finally pushed up the door and walked in her body stiffened instantly, staring at the scene before her. This, of all things, was not what she had been expecting. It was worse then she had thought it could be. Dominique had seen Butch turn Greg to pieces just a couple of days ago but… this. She didn’t know what to say or do, she just stood there frozen to the ground and stared.

With a small voice she finally spoke up, uncertain about if that was the right choice. “Butch… What has happened in here..?”

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He could not answer that, jolted by his own actions. Blood trailed up his finger tips and hidden underneath the nails, palms stained with the red liquid. Butch was enthralled by Vanessa's dead face, twisted with a permanent scream. What was he suppose to do? Hide it? How could he in a place with eyes everywhere, the warden will most likely see this. Butch's life was over, well at least his career was. He would be sentenced to a prison himself, except no badge this time. Hopefully a Morus prison, he knows the space from top to bottom. But would he even want to escape? No, he felt he would deserve the damnation headed for him for what he did. Butch thought he was better than this, he was not expecting himself to beat the girl, but to kill her also he would have never imagined it.

“Butch… What has happened in here..?”

With a long pause not able to say anything, he thought to himself, why did he even do it? Was it really the slap that commenced Butch to charge on her? A little bit of that, however Butch saw it more over that Vanessa was trying to separate him for Dominique, and he would never had let that happened. His love for Dominique had become a weapon.

"I...," he stopped, he was not sure what to say. What do you say to a person when you alter into a murderer? When a man kills a woman what must he say to the one he was fighting for? He could say one thing simple, clear, but deadly, "I killed her..."

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"I... I killed her..."

Dominique spaced out, kill...? Killed? Murdered? Butch murdered? Like the ones he was supposed to protect society from...? Butch was a killer. A murderer. He had just done something like that... in no time. Dominique had just seen him leave in what seemed to be a good mood and now he was sitting on the ground with blood on his hands? She couldn't get it together. Why? How could he do something so stupid? That was so... wrong. On so many levels. And it broke Dominique's heart to be seeing this. Seriously, her whole chest was aching. She had never imagined it turning out like this, she just couldn't understand why he would do something like that. And in the back of her mind she couldn't help but to blame herself for it either. Thinking that if she had done something differently maybe he wouldn't had turned to the worse. If she hadn't let him leave on his own, if she hadn't showed up in here and brought stress upon him, if she had answered the calls and talked to him, if she hadn't dumped him and let him leave to join the Morus ships. She knew that that it wasn't her fault, but what if she just could have prevented it? Why Butch?

When she finally got back to reality she looked down on him sorrowfully, "May I ask you to place yourself on the ground, face down with your hands behind your back? I... am sorry but... there isn't anything else I can do. I'm..." She got quiet and averted her eyes from him, staring into the wall at the back. She didn't know what to do, it was Butch. The pressure at the chest was unbearable, how could she be fine after something like this? She just lost Butch, the information hadn't sunken in really. She couldn't believe what was happening. It was all like a bad dream, except this wasn't her bad dream. So she knew it wasn't one even if she felt like pinching her arm in order to wake up.

She sunk down, crouching with her forehead placed on her knees and arms over the head and spoke with an even smaller voice the before, "Why Butch...?"

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"May I ask you to place yourself on the ground, face down with your hands behind your back? I... am sorry but... there isn't anything else I can do. I'm..."

However, Butch did not move, he instead remained crouched over besides the corpse. Butch had seen people die people, people being killed, but they were criminals, they were not victims suffocating in Butch's grasp. Vanessa did not deserve death, sure she was disillusion and annoying, but behind that she was innocent. And the look in her eyes reminded Butch of Mei's eyes as he mashed his boot against Archer's stomach, both had the face of utter fear, helplessness.

"Why Butch...?"

That was hard to answer, well, because all of it was hard to take in. And all he could think of doing next was running away and trying to get rid of the body. Yes, he believed his crime was punishable by death but he it was just sickening him to stare into her face or to feel the warmth of her drying blood. He just wanted to bury the body away, conceal his corruptions and move on with life. But, could Dominique possibles move on with this, her only friend on the ship was a murderer.

"I thought...," he muttered the word with his voice shaking. "I thought... she was trying to tear me away for you." Butch knew that was going to somehow weigh guilt down on Dominique, but he did not hold her accountable for this. Dominique did have something to do with Butch but nothing to do with the slaughter of Vanessa. "But she died by my hands... Its not your fault."

He did not say anything more he just pick up her body in his arms, angling her head where you could not see Vanessa's broken face. There were special places where someone could drop a body off without others finding it in Morus. Why did the Warden need the body for proof anyway? She probably sees the whole scene play out now.

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"I thought... I thought... she was trying to tear me away for you."

Dominique could feel how her stomach started to turn around, making her feel sick. The only thing she wanted was to run to the nearest sink and throw up everything. But she didn't, she was still frozen to the very spot she was on so the only thing she could do was to swallow it down every time it tried to get up. How could he... Dominique had always thought that Butch was a bit idiotic at times but this... this took the price. How could he think that something like that would solve the problem, no he probably didn't think at all. But how was it possible for him to even do it? He should have been able to stop himself... Or maybe not. It was Dominique who had stopped him from hurting Greg more. But, if Dominique hadn't been there Butch wouldn't have started to beat Greg. Everything was Dominique's fault...

"But she died by my hands... Its not your fault."

He could say anything he wanted but Dominique knew that if she hadn't come here Butch wouldn't been so tormented that he would have done it. If she hadn't been here he would have been his usual self only being a good Captain. Or at least an okay one. She should had said no, she shouldn't have come here. Everything was her fault. It got harder and harder to keep everything in, the gag reflexes got more intense by the minute. She just wanted to make everything undone, turn back time and refuse the offer to come here.

As he stood up she wanted to jump back up also, but her stomach still made loops as soon as she moved even an inch so it took time. She stared at him with even more terrified eyes were he stood with the dead body, "Stop... You are interfering with a crime scene, I can't let you do that. Put her down immediately and step away from the body, if you don't do that I have no choice but to use force."

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"Stop... You are interfering with a crime scene, I can't let you do that. Put her down immediately and step away from the body, if you don't do that I have no choice but to use force."

Butch did not know what do, if he listened to her and surrendered there would be so much he would lose. But if he didn't then he would lose Dominique. But to think of it he already lost her, and he would not lose his job. It would probably be the best thing to do is to come clean, surrender, and face the consequences. But he did not want to, sure he knew he deserved it, but yet again he would be ending his life or at least going through a path of misery. For eight years he watched the prisoners suffer in agony, Butch watched what happens to murderers, and he did not want to be on the other end. There were four main flaws to Butch, stubbornness, impulsiveness, cruelty, and selfishness. And it seems like all the flaws were being seen in just one crisis.

"Please, Dominique, let me deal with this on my own. I don't want to fight you back," he confessed, feeling desperate. And he would not have actually fought Dominique but simply pushed her out of the way, but it would still be resisting. "I'm going to go the Warden myself." It was a lie, well not really more of a deception. No he was not going to the see the Warden the very moment, but the next day he planned to. But for now his only goal was to get rid of the body, weren't the camera's enough? It seemed like the world based all of there proof on a screen just look at Mei, imprisoned because a device says so, why wouldn't the same happen to Butch?

(!!WARNING!!: If Dominique does not let him go and instead turns him in, he will be forced to leave Morus, thus taking him out of the roleplay. I think it would be better if he stayed so Dominique would not have to do the interrogations on her own. But if he did leave it will force the roleplay to shift a lot of attention to Petra and Mei, which I was already going to do after this day, but it is your choice.)

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(Yep I know, I was just waiting for him to defy Dominique and go either way because no she's not so stone hearted that she actually would electrify Butch or anything like that. She was just trying to act tough and hope for him to surrender.)

"Please, Dominique, let me deal with this on my own. I don't want to fight you back. I'm going to go the Warden myself."

Dominique's instincts told her to stay right there and do what she knew she should do. But even if she said she would use force she knew she couldn't. Even if Butch was the second scariest thing she now knew, she couldn't do it. It hurt her to even think about it, to use force when enraged is one thing but to do it now was another. That was something not even she could manage to do. But he looked terrifying where he stood with the body in his arms and the blood everywhere, it wouldn't surprise her if this was what she was going to have nightmares about tonight.

After a while of Dominique just standing there still trying to process everything she stepped to the side and mumbled, "You better do it... Or else I'm going after you..."

It felt like her whole upper torso was being squashed together, making the stomach go crazy and even if she tried to swallow it down it still kept coming up. Without saying anything else she rushed over to the sink and started to cough up. She was so disappointed with herself, so sick at how weak she apparently was. The thought of Butch and everything that had with him to do make the nausea to get even worse. She hated herself a bit for every time she coughed up more, she had no problem with dead people. At least she didn't have it until now. It was just the situation, it was so bizarre. Even after there not being anymore she could get out she still stood there coughing because her body wasn't satisfied. It was as if it tried to throw out the memory, get it out of her system, get all the emotions out. But it didn't help, she still felt like she was falling to pieces, crushed under her own weakness and Butch's... stupidity. She couldn't think of any other word at the moment. She wasn't functioning correctly.

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Petra

It was now day seven, when this day is completed that will mean Mei had officially survived her first week. Petra awoke like usually very early, because she had a difficult time going to sleep. Petra spent most of her morning s combing her hair, it was getting longer each day and she had not every cared for long hair, at least not in Morus. Hair is just another thing someone can use against you. Petra did not care about looking pretty, who was there to look pretty for?

This was the day Petra was finally going to start a serious plan to escape. She crawled under her bed and lifted the broken cement tile. She felt for any cracks where her weapon box use to be. She was able to poke a very tiny hole out with a few blood dripping from her finger. It was a small hole, she could only fit her pointer finger through it, but some big things have tiny beginnings. She was not sure what the other room below was, it was tiled, maybe a restroom? The shower room?

Butch

He stepped into the warden's quarters, he set up a meeting with her in the morning and Butch was scared like hell for what his fate might be. The warden was there standing like usual with a emotionless express. "Greetings, Captain Hertz."
Captain, could he even call himself that anymore? He was a killer, and even a back-stabber you could say. A leader does not betray and murder his own people.

"Warden, madam. I must report something..." he started, taking nervous gulps. "Vanessa Colton... she's dead. I... killed... her."
The warden just stood there, he could not read her face either, it was just that lifeless-looking face. She was quiet, was she trying to lay in suspense? Or was she trying to digest it all? Butch then reported the time and place when he murdered Vanessa and the warden proceeded to check her cameras through hologram video. But nothing, Butch was not there and so was Vanessa, it was just an empty restroom though it shown the time Butch confirmed.

Butch did not feel happy, what was he suppose to tell Dominique, that he got away with murder? Who did this? Who was trying to keep Butch on the ship? "Captain Hertz, is this a joke? Because if it is that is childish and I can assured I do no please with being trifled with."

"No ma'm, I swear I--"

"Do you have the body?"

"No, ma'm. I-- I threw in the furnace, minutes after her death."

The warden then checked the camera there and still nothing. "Captain Hertz, I hope this not a way for you the leave the ship. You promise another term, I have the contract. You can not walk out on your duty like that. That is a strong accusation you put against yourself."

"Summon Vanessa Colton now, madam. She would not be able to come because she is dead."

The warden then tried that also, checking the guards on the duty list and Vanessa Colton was not there. "Captain, Colton left and finished her term three days ago. She is not on the list. Sir, if you have not the body then I cannot hold you responsible for her so called death. Therefore, there is no way I can believe you. And no, I can promise you I would not be the one would clear your files. I have a job, and I can promise you that I can replace your position with a thousand other candidates. Have a nice day."

Butch found himself groaning in defeat as he sat against his sofa, face palming himself. He lifted his phone to his ear calling Dominique, when she answered he said, "Hey, I really need to see you my quarters. There's... There's something I have to tell you." He waited for Dominique to arrived and he saw her at his front door through his camera, then he allowed the door to slide open for her.

He stood up as she walked in, "Things just got a lot complicated. You're not going to like this. The Warden did not believe me. Someone wiped the footage on the camera off and made it where Vanessa finished her term days ago. She said show me body or she could not hold me responsible. But I... I couldn't..."

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Mei

She was still sleeping when the noise occurred and she wasn't that happy about it since it woke her up. And this place was even more boring when awake. With annoyed muttering she turned around and tried to see what Petra was doing. The wall was however in the way so under even more protesting sounds she crawled out of the bed and stumbled over there. She could now see that Petra apparently had a hideout under her bed, obviously the place where she had stored Mei's knife before handing it to her.

With a tired yawn she sat down beside Petra and watched her as she was examining something, or it looked like that to Mei but she wasn't sure. It looked a bit strange. "What are you doing?"

Dominique

This did not feel good, not good at all. She didn't want to meet Butch, she didn't want to talk with him or even see him. So when he called she was rather displeased. And why she had agreed to come over she didn't know for sure, apparently she still was a bit absentminded from yesterday. When she stood outside the door she felt even worse, she regretted coming here and was considering going away again - pretending she had gotten other more important things to do. But before she had the chance to do so the door actually opened. Slowly she walked inside, keeping herself so far from him as she possible could without being too rude. She just didn't want to be there, hugging herself. No she wasn't really hugging, it more like a defense stance. Making herself so small she could and looking at everything else but Butch.

"Things just got a lot complicated. You're not going to like this. The Warden did not believe me. Someone wiped the footage on the camera off and made it where Vanessa finished her term days ago. She said show me body or she could not hold me responsible. But I... I couldn't..."

At first Dominique didn't really get what it was he was saying, thinking it was impossible. It really seemed impossible and that was why she finally looked over at him with an angry stare, "Are you trying to pull some sick joke? Because I'm not amused."

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Petra

"What are you doing"

"Damn it," Petra whispered to herself, it was not that she was afraid of Mei finding out of what she was doing, Mei would discover Petra's escape plan one day. But now Petra would have to explain it and the microphone would also be recording it. And she did not want to refuse to tell Mei, that would make Petra seem untrusting and suspicious.

Petra had to think fast, she crawled out from her spot and motioned for Mei to be silent, signaling that what she was doing must be in secrecy and they should not alarm the guards. Petra then walked over to a drawer filled with both Mei's and Petra's small belongings, and she grabbed a marker she was able to purchase with her labor money from the prison store. Petra drew on her mirror in small letters so that only Mei could really read it, ESCAPE. Petra finally after letting Mei read it washed it off the mirror.

Butch

"Are you trying to pull some sick joke? Because I'm not amused."

"I'm not laughing either," he responded. How was he suppose to tell her? Butch noticed Dominique was acting different around him, defensive and she did not even want to look at him. She was treating him like a monster, but it was not that he was one, but that he had a little monster of his own growing inside, cutting him down and chewing him apart. Butch completed the night before as he struggled and failed to fall asleep, if he was normal, but last he checked normal people don't kill others because of fits of rage. But it was funny, Butch was not mad at Vanessa, he held a vengeance against her, accused her of trying tear apart his relationship with Dominique. And he was not going to let that happen, thus he unintentionally murdered Vanessa Colton. He only planned to shove her out of his way so he could make it to the men's restroom, but when hand reached out he felt himself grab her hair, leading him to break her face and finally crush her neck.

"You were there, I called you because I thought you deserved to know. To know I... I got away with murder."

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Mei

"Damn it."

Mei frowned, that was a strange answer. It wasn't like she was trying to offend Petra by asking so that answer felt a bit much for just a simple question. It was not like she had asked about something personal either. Or maybe she had without knowing? As Petra started to move around Mei followed her with her gaze, getting more and more confused. She did get the fact that Petra wanted her to stay quiet but she didn’t get why. What was the problem with talking? She had been the one speaking about everything and nothing before, so why was now differently?

When Petra walked over to the drawer and picked up that pen Mei finally understood she probably should follow and watch, so she did. Reading the word on the mirror with even a more confused look. Why did she have to write it? Wasn’t that more risky then talking? She stepped back and nodded, “Uhm okay…”

Dominique

"I'm not laughing either. You were there, I called you because I thought you deserved to know. To know I... I got away with murder."

Got away? How could he get away? He must be joking. How could he get away? He had said that someone had wiped the footage but how could that be? Shouldn’t they have all kind of protections, preventing people from doing that? Dominique was getting frustrated, so it was only natural that she started to walk around in the room, still keeping her distance from Butch. She wasn’t sure what to believe but the thought of Butch still being allowed to be here and keep his job after that was even more unlikely.

She let out a frustrated sound before turning his way again, “Okay, so you say that some friendly soul just came up with the idea to hack all the cameras you walked by and erase the trace of what you did? I’m sorry but that sound like something you have made up. Why would anyone do that? How did they even have the time to do it? You were supposed to go there afterwards! How could anyone do that with so little time?”

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“Uhm okay…”

Petra understood Mei's confusion, and she still wanted Mei to be on her side. But Petra could not really see that happen if Mei did not trust her. She never wanted the microphone implanted into her wrist, but it was the only thing that would allow her to retain her former cell. Besides, Petra would not have a chance at escaping in a cell with her worst nightmare on the other side. Even if Alva started to talk to Petra, she would still could not be trusted.

"I know this may seem s-strange, cupcake, but you have to trust me," Petra tried to convince her. "You'll thank me for it later. Promise I'll never leave you. We're a team, remember that."

Butch

“Okay, so you say that some friendly soul just came up with the idea to hack all the cameras you walked by and erase the trace of what you did? I’m sorry but that sound like something you have made up. Why would anyone do that?"

Butch wondered that also, he was not sure if the person who did this was trying t protect him. But, still who would do that? Butch would be honest he was a jerk on the ship, most of the male guards tried to avoid him, and the women just had to respect him in front of his face. However, everyone could confirm that Butch was the man who could get a job done. No, it could not be the warden, Butch was sure of it, but is he correct about it?

"How did they even have the time to do it? You were supposed to go there afterwards! How could anyone do that with so little time?”

Yeah, he was suppose to, but he did not. Butch was panicking, how was he suppose to her that? He took a deep breath, tensing his body, bracing himself for Dominique's reaction. There were things Butch could fix like Greg's beating, he in the end made sure Greg was treated properly. Butch could at least apologize for incidents like the time he blame Dominique for the death of the crew. But what about a death? Fixing this tragedy would be like raising Vanessa from the dead, it was impossible. And how was an apology suppose to help things? It wouldn't.

"Actually...," Butch paused, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "I did not report to the warden immediately, I went to her this morning. I instead... Went down to the furnace and... I think you know the rest... Look, you might be mad, but--"

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Mei

"I know this may seem s-strange, cupcake, but you have to trust me. You'll thank me for it later. Promise I'll never leave you. We're a team, remember that."

"Uhm, yeah, I suppose we are..." Mei went back to her bed and sat down, watching Petra while considering the things Vega had told her. Those things about not trusting Petra because she couldn't be trusted. Mei had thought that it was an exaggeration before but now it felt a bit more, well agreeable. She didn't really like all these secrets and not being told why everything was so secret. It made her hesitate and doubt herself. She knew that her background did tell the story that she didn't really know how to read people and this just made it feel like she had been tricked again. Or at least she could understand that she didn't get to know the real truth and that was what made her the most nervous. She wanted to believe in Petra, but Vega's words were echoing inside her head.

"So uhm... Where were you while you were gone...?" Mei wasn't certain about how Petra would react, but Mei really wanted to know. She couldn't keep this up if she was going to be kept in the dark about everything.

Dominique

"Actually... I did not report to the warden immediately. I instead... Went down to the furnace and... I think you know the rest... Look, you might be mad, but--"

"You did what?!" Dominique didn't mean to raise her voice or interrupt him but the new information made her very, very disappointed. Not angry, not even surprised, she was just disappointed. She had hoped for him to actually do what she wanted him to do, but no. "Just... Just what the fuck did you think--" She let out a frustrated groan and shook her head, "Why did I even think you would do it, of course you wouldn't."

She took a deep breath and leaned her forehead against her palm, she was so tired of this. Why did she have to be dragged into this? Because she was stupid enough to travel here to this stupid ship making the stupid airhead over there go and murder someone and now being helped by some unknown savior. Why did she think this would turn out good? Of course it wouldn't, it's him. Him. It's not Dominique that attracts trouble it's Butch. When she's not with him she had a fine life, an okay life, at least she didn't get to deal with this kind of things all of the time. It was a quiet life and she was happy with it, but now. No. Not even close.

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"So uhm... Where were you while you were gone...?"

Petra's smile formed into a frown when she was given that question, because she knew she had to answer it or Mei may be hesitant or even stop answering Petra' questions. And by answering that question, Petra would have to give thought to that forbidden hellhole, and Petra did not want to remember it, but everyday she must remind herself that if she is not successful with the given mission, then she's going back.

"Yeah... That place," Petra muttered as she sat on Mei's bed (bottom bunk). "You that place, the J-Junkyard, yeah the asylum. They thought I was going in-insane, and they kept me there for a while. And maybe I was, but that was because my cell lied right next to that girl. You know, the one that caused me... caused me to scream and almost cut off my ear. She was... scary. Always talked about monsters... Mei, monsters are not real, right?"

It was almost as if Petra was acting like a child, but even when she was a girl she never fear monsters under the bed, because quite frankly she lived on the streets and slept on dirty mats that people rubbed their feet on. She had other things to worry about like starvation and catching diseases.

Butch

"You did what?! Just... Just what the fuck did you think--Why did I even think you would do it, of course you wouldn't."

"I did not know someone would erase the footage!" he yelled, almost like he was trying to blame the murder on the person who hacked the video. But then he stopped, no, it was his fault and he knew it. There was too much conviction and awareness of guilt that he could not possible convince himself that he was not the one responsible.

"No," he got quieter. "Its... my fault. What should I do..."

There was only one thing he could do, well actually more than one, but that one thing he could not get out of his mind. He could just heard Vanessa voice cry, "Stop!" And that one thing, that action he had lingering head, tempting him to pursue involved a barrel of a gun. But he could not do it now, not with Dominique in the room. He never stared at the gun on his belt, kept in his holster so differently. He use to see it as a weapon against the prisoners or the an enemy. But what if that enemy is himself?

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Mei

"Yeah... That place. You that place, the J-Junkyard, yeah the asylum. They thought I was going in-insane, and they kept me there for a while. And maybe I was, but that was because my cell lied right next to that girl. You know, the one that caused me... caused me to scream and almost cut off my ear. She was... scary. Always talked about monsters... Mei, monsters are not real, right?"

Mei hadn't seen it, she had just heard and yes she remembered how Petra had started shouting. But the cutting of the ear part was new, and frightening. Mei didn't want to think about it but she did anyway, shivering by the thought. So the one making those sounds before Petra shouts was actually a girl? Mei was kind of happy she hadn't seen her after Petra's description. She imagined her looking something rather far worse than the real Alva, but Mei had thought that Petra didn't fear anyone so that she now was scared of just one person made her think that she had to be very terrible.

"No monsters aren't real, you were talking to someone described as insane. There is a reason for that you know, so uhm... don't think about it. She is probably way to wacky to trust at all." Mei tried to smile at Petra but it didn't really go the whole way, the face felt stiff. "You aren't there anymore so she can't hurt you and neither can her delusions, I'm here and I may be afraid of a lot of things but monster's isn't one of those. So uhm, I protect you."

Dominique

"I did not know someone would erase the footage! No, its... my fault. What should I do..."

Yeah Dominique had figured it out that he didn't have anything to do with the mysterious hacker, if he had why would he had called her just to talk about it? Yes, he could be trying to make it look like he didn't have anything to do it. But sadly Dominique didn't believe he had the brains to actually think that out. He may had thought that he was one of the greatest creatures ever created but Dominique just looked at him like he was some sad creature, much more like an animal then a human. He had been acting quiet like one so why would she him differently.

She sighed and folded her arms, "I don't know Butch. I'm sorry but I don't possess all answers, I'm just as confused as you but let's not act rash and just try to think this through, okay? You can't just run off and try to hunt down whoever did this, it's clearly that person has some kind of reason for doing that, why bother otherwise?" Grudgingly she sought his eye contact, trying to get through that thick head of his. "I am as much entangled in this as you are Butch, I was there and I know what happened. That person knows I know. I don't know why this happened but apparently it's not us who has control."

She clenched her mouth together still looking straight at him even if she didn't want to, it still made her stomach twist itself not with nauseous but with a combination of fear and sadness. "I'm here for you Butch." It was hard to say it and the biggest reason for her to say it was actually because she was a bit terrified of Butch's savior, if that person now wanted Butch's crime to be unknown then she was an obstacle - and that was horrifying. If that person could hack all the cameras without any problem who knew what more he, she, those, it could do.

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Petra

"No monsters aren't real, you were talking to someone described as insane. There is a reason for that you know, so uhm... don't think about it. She is probably way to wacky to trust at all. You aren't there anymore so she can't hurt you and neither can her delusions, I'm here and I may be afraid of a lot of things but monster's isn't one of those. So uhm, I protect you."

Petra grinned responding, "Yeah, because we're a team."

It was comforting to here the assurance in Mei's words, and here Petra thought she was the one who was going to protect Mei. But Petra did not like how weakened and vulnerable she had become, She one fight let her eternally crippled but unfortunately in no physical sense.

Petra crawled underneath her bed again except instead of using her bloody finger to enlarge the hole, she used one of her knives. "I'm going to spend a little bit more time, working. But just cough when you think I need to stop." Stabbing the cement out of place was actually harder than it looked and damaged some of Petra's knife when she was being too rough.

Butch

"I don't know Butch. I'm sorry but I don't possess all answers, I'm just as confused as you but let's not act rash and just try to think this through, okay? You can't just run off and try to hunt down whoever did this, it's clearly that person has some kind of reason for doing that, why bother otherwise?"

"Because what if they saved me for something to their benefit," he responded, because Butch believed it likely. He was not sure how he could be to anyone else's benefit, aware now that he has driven self to kill a poor kill. "It doesn't make sense, but why else would someone save a cocky son of a bitch like me? I know I brag about myself all the time, but seriously I could not name a guard under my command who gives a crap about me."

"I am as much entangled in this as you are Butch, I was there and I know what happened. That person knows I know. I don't know why this happened but apparently it's not us who has control."

"I just don't like how there's someone else with control. I'm the captain, shouldn't I have control, not some mysterious face. Shouldn't bother about finding him, but the fact that he or she, or whoever the hell out there has power, it worries me."

"I'm here for you Butch."

Butch turned his back to her, shaking his head as he said, "I don't want to be mean to you Dominique, but I don't believe you. How can you look me in the face and say that? Staring into the eyes of a murderer..."

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Mei

"Yeah, because we're a team."

Something like that yes, well at least they had to share room and since Petra had some secret business over at her side Mei needed to be in her team. How else would Petra do whatever it was she was doing?

"I'm going to spend a little bit more time, working. But just cough when you think I need to stop."

“Oh okay…” So now Mei was on a lookout for guards or other things that could disturb Petra? So Petra’s sudden interest in the ground was because she was trying to escape? That was what she had said. But why would carving the cement help? Did she really believe she was going to be able to carve herself out of here? And then what. How was they supposed to leave the ship? Oh… But no Petra couldn’t possible know about what Vega did when working, right? And even if she did, how was they supposed to get Vega out in that case? There was so many thing’s Mei didn’t understand with Petra’s plan or what it now was.

Mei sat there for a while just looking out the glass door, prepared to let Petra know it something was happening outside. But she was still curious, “What do you know about my sister, Vega?”

Dominique

"Because what if they saved me for something to their benefit. It doesn't make sense, but why else would someone save a cocky son of a bitch like me? I know I brag about myself all the time, but seriously I could not name a guard under my command who gives a crap about me."

That was a bit offending, so apparently Dominique didn’t count? She was one of those under his command and he could still say that not even one guard cared about him? How nice of him… Very nice.

"I just don't like how there's someone else with control. I'm the captain, shouldn't I have control, not some mysterious face. Shouldn't bother about finding him, but the fact that he or she, or whoever the hell out there has power, it worries me."

Of course it does, aren’t everyone worried about that? At least Butch was the one favored, Dominique was not. So the one being worried should be her, not him. Why would he even worry? Now he knew that he would be protected so he wouldn't be able to leave the ship for reasons like these until that person got what it was after.

"I don't want to be mean to you Dominique, but I don't believe you. How can you look me in the face and say that? Staring into the eyes of a murderer..."

So now was the part were Dominique should play that caring friend offering hugs and a shoulder to cry on while whispering sweet words about how important he is? Because that was not something Dominique felt like doing. Well at least not today. But it seemed like Butch needed that comfort as much as he wanted to hear it, because it really sounded like he was begging for friendly words at the moment. And apparently it was Dominique he wanted to be that friend telling him it was going to be okay. Even if Dominique didn’t feel like playing that part now was probably the best time to just push aside her own feelings about the situation and do what was for the best. Butch needed a friend and apparently Dominique was the only one brave, or stupid - it depends on how you see it, enough to be that friend.

She walked up to him were he stood with his back towards her, no she still didn’t feel like either looking into his face or touch him but sometimes her protective instincts does make her do things she rather not. Yep, she hates being protected but she has the same problematic instinct. And that was why she just pushed yesterday aside, that was something she could mourn over at another time.

Softly she placed her hands on his shoulders looking straight up into his eyes, “Butch, you say that no one cares about you in here. Have you forgotten about me? Yes, I’m heartbroken about yesterday – I don’t know what to say or think about it. But I did-- no, even if I try to deny it I still do care about you. Why would I otherwise answer when you called? I could just ignore it and let it go to voicemail. If I didn’t care about you why would I come here just because you asked me to? No Butch, I am sorry but your statement about no one giving a crap about you is incorrect. You may not believe me but think about it, I’m here aren’t I? Listen, you mean a lot to me. It’s the truth.”

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Petra

“What do you know about my sister, Vega?”

Petra tried to swim through her mind of what she remembered of Vega, but consequently she had not met Vega Archer yet. She is the sister of Mei right? Perhaps they have the same motives and demeanor, or at least similar ones. That's how sisters were right? Petra had no idea, she never grew up with a blood sibling, or a biological family for that fact.

"Well, all know is what you have told me of her, like she somehow does not get along with your mother, or something like that. I'm sure she's pleasant company to be around, like you, right?"

Petra continued to try to enlarge the hole but her knives kept breaking and chipping the blade. The floor consisted of two layers, the first was the one Vega easily moved the cement tile, and the second was the one holding the weapon box. The second layer was much more secure and durable than the first. Perhaps the prison creators made a two layer floor to make it harder for inmates to escape.

Butch

“Butch, you say that no one cares about you in here. Have you forgotten about me? Yes, I’m heartbroken about yesterday – I don’t know what to say or think about it. But I did-- no, even if I try to deny it I still do care about you. Why would I otherwise answer when you called? I could just ignore it and let it go to voicemail. If I didn’t care about you why would I come here just because you asked me to? No Butch, I am sorry but your statement about no one giving a crap about you is incorrect. You may not believe me but think about it, I’m here aren’t I? Listen, you mean a lot to me. It’s the truth.”

He did not say anything, because Butch was shocked. Questions festered and bubbled in his head, questions like, I killed an innocent girl, how can you still care when I went everything you stand against? But he knew what that would do, questions lead into questions. And it could go on forever, queries can be enteral. Butch believed words would not be enough, speech can only do so much, were actions can do it all, or die trying to.

But she brought up a good point that if she did not care, then she would not have come of there. So, he now believed her, because no only had she said she cared about him but played in the action by visiting him. But though he apparently has Dominique on his side, he still worried about the mysterious figure with eyes everywhere. What was that person trying to accomplish?

"That's means a lot to me... But now, if you don't mind, I want to be alone. The interrogations will reoccurred tomorrow."

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Mei

"Well, all know is what you have told me of her, like she somehow does not get along with your mother, or something like that. I'm sure she's pleasant company to be around, like you, right?"

"Uhm..." Mei started to nervously brush her fingers through her hair. She wasn't so sure about Vega being such a nice company because she had her distinct point of view on Petra and Mei's so called friendship. It could end with Vega getting angry at Mei or even worse, getting angry at Petra and if that would happen Mei would be embarrassed. Now when she thought about it she was a bit anxious about those two meeting, before she looked forward to it since Petra once had been existed about it but after the argument with Vega. No... It didn't seem like such a good idea anymore.

"Uhm yeah... Most of the time... She has a tendency to... not change her opinions when she has decided about something. Like with mother." And now to the unpleasant part, "Yeah... You may have a bit of work to do if you want to get along with her because she has already decided that you're no good. Sorry... She doesn’t listen to me most of the time..."

Dominique

"That's means a lot to me... But now, if you don't mind, I want to be alone. The interrogations will reoccurred tomorrow."

Dominique was a bit relived, not only because she finally seemed to get through to him but because she actually really wanted to leave. Well yes, she had pushed that aside and comforted him. Even went up close and touched him, but now that big cold lump in the stomach was getting bigger. So that she could flee this place was soothing. You could say that she had went all in, using all courage and nerves she had to offer today by doing those things just to help.

"That sound like a good idea, I also want to... think through a couple of things. And I find it easier when I'm alone." Even if she thought that this was the time to give him a smile, insuring that everything would be fine she couldn't. So she just patted his shoulders stiffly before letting go and stepping aside. "Don't overthink it to much, okay? That's my thing, sorry, bye then."

She didn't wait for his reply but left the room with that because she had to. She needed to breathe, to take a break. To get away from it all. It was too much for her to take in. She just didn't know where to begin. Where was the beginning? Maybe this had started month's before she came here and she just happened to stumble into something she wasn't supposed to? Her head ached, her chest ached and she was just tired of it all. Why did humans have to have emotions? They make everything so complicated. She wanted to be mad and hate him but she couldn't when he looked so pitiful and sad. It was so much easier to distance yourself from a voice from a phone then it was to do the same when they stand before you.

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Petra

"Uhm yeah... Most of the time... She has a tendency to... not change her opinions when she has decided about something. Like with mother. Yeah... You may have a bit of work to do if you want to get along with her because she has already decided that you're no good. Sorry... She doesn’t listen to me most of the time..."

Petra was not offended, she understood Vega's dislike for her, they were in prison, and Vega probably thought everyone in Morus was a crook, everyone but Mei. And sure, that would be true in any other prison, but Morus was not any other prison. Petra convinced herself years ago that the Morus ships were prisons put aside to shut people up, mainly people who've messed with council. Sure there are those who have nothing to do with the council but with crime, but still, it seems like everyone who had hurt the council in some way is now ended up here. By hearing Mei's small description of Vega, she did not sound much like Mei.

"Don't worry, I have an open-mind to everyone. Too bad not everyone is like that though..."

Stranger

Dominique's cellphone vibrated as a text was sent to her. The text giver name was only given as Stranger. No one knew who it is and only Butch and Dominique even heard of someone hacking Morus, and Dominique was the only person to know that this hacker was dubbed as Stranger. The text read, Hello Dominique, just finish talking to your boyfriend, huh? That little speech of yours was so heartfelt I think I'm going to cry.

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Mei

"Don't worry, I have an open-mind to everyone. Too bad not everyone is like that though..."

"Yeah... But you are nice, I think she will like you if she gives you the chance." Mei meant it, but she was not sure if Vega actually would give Petra a chance. If she did that would be great. But... Well it didn't sound so likely.

She wasn't sure what to say now so she just quietly watched the door. Not so much privacy in here when she thought about it, if she hadn’t been so scared the first couple of days that would had bother her. She had never liked the thought of always being watched, that could be because this makes it very hard to move around unnoticed and that was kind of the only thing she was good at. Now when she thought about it it’s rather unpleasant t not have any place you could feel secure at. Couldn’t they at least make the door out of something else then glass, so you couldn’t see through it?

As she sat there and stared out the door she noticed the movements outside, she wasn’t sure what it was but guessed it could just be a routine check to see that not some suspicions activity was going on in the cells. So she coughed to let Petra know about it.

Dominique

Dominique hadn't gotten so far when a message made her phone vibrate. She wasn’t expecting to get any messages today so she was rather surprised, but the surprise got transformed to fear when she read it. She fought the reflex to throw away the phone and run straight back to Butch, instead she just stood there frozen to the ground and stared at the message. She didn't need Butch, she wasn't scared. So what if the hacker started to send messages... that was no big deal. No big deal at all... If she hasn't been so frightened by the new turn the situation had taken she would have gotten irritated by the boyfriend remark, it kind of felt like mocking.

Dominique took a deep breath and read through it again, so this Stranger could see them anywhere on the ship basically? But that didn't mean it watched her at the moment, it was Butch who was the one it had shown interest towards. But... No that was incorrect, she was being watched right now. The only reason for it to send the message to her was to see her freak out and tell her at the same time that she had been correct. Stranger was the one with control and this was just a demonstration of it.

So she was watched at the moment, that was rather disturbing. After another quick glance at the message she put down the phone in her pocket again, she saw no reason to try to answer that. Dominique raised her eyes towards the ceiling to inspect the corridor and count how many cameras surrounded her at the moment, it was even more disturbing when it came to mind. She stared up at the nearest camera, so Stranger was somewhere with access to all the cameras watching her at the moment. Why couldn't it be watching Butch and harass him instead? She shook her head and started to walk again, to be thinking about it right here was not an option. She didn't want to be labeled as strange since she was just standing around acting suspicious. She should get back to her place and maybe think about covering all the cameras in there…

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Petra

Petra rushed out from under the bed and tossed her tools into its box and covered the opening with the cement tile. She stepped as far as she could from her secret cache and watched as a group of three cops made there way to the cell. Petra held her breath, what would they do to her if they discover her way of escaping?

The glass door was lifted and one of the police officer barked orders, "Hands on the wall!" Thus, Petra leaned her shaky palms against the wall with her head looking at her feet. Petra could not see what they were doing but the guards searched around the cell, looking into their storage drawer, sink, even taking off the mirror, and finally they made there way to look under the bed. They stood there for a while, checking that location longer than the others.

And finally Petra was grabbed by the arm and pulled out of there, they did not say anything to Mei, but just simply tossed Petra out of the cell and forced her into another room. Petra had it already her head that she was in for a beating, she closed her eyes and knelt down saying, "Lets just get it over with."

"Sadly, Captain Hertz gave us specific orders about you," an officer informed Petra, "Said you were on a special mission, and if you do what your told then we can let a thing slide. We found your little knife box, usually if you were anybody else we would swing batons at you just for fun. But you are not anybody else, your Butch's rat, and we are not going to trifle with his orders."

The guard stepped forward at Petra and snarled in he rear, "But if you try anything else, Scout, we'll turn you over the Captain. And let him deal you. Keep your knife box, but if w see you near it, that is just something we can use against you."

Petra was shoved back into her cell and she just did not want to tell Mei what happened in there, it would only lead to other things.

Stranger

It watched through cameras as Dominique waltz around trying to hide from it. It only laughed at this, but Dominique could not hear or see it, but it saw her and it watched how she did not answer his text. So what do it do? Stranger decided it had to start laying some threats, maybe that will get her attention. Maybe not, not until that threat is put is an impact.

If you are trying to hide from me, then the warden will get suspicious. Don't you think? She will believe you have something to hide against her, not wise, if I must say, which was true, Warden would perhaps raise an eyebrow if she started to watch Dominique actions, especially if Dominique tried covering the cameras.

Don't be scared, Dominiqe, The message appeared, notifying that it seemed believe that Dominique had been given a scare with a mysterious message from an unknown author. I'm not hear to hurt you, but if you don't answer me then someone *might* get hurt.

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