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Mei Archer

"I just don't know what to think anymore."

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

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ImageName
Mei Archer

Age
24

Gender
Female

Appearance
Mei was always the smallest in the family and never got as tall as the others and she has always been physically weak and thin. She shares the dark hair and the brown eyes with the rest of the family but since she likes her hair longer you can see how wavy it is. You will usually see her with a ponytail and since her hair is cut in two segments half of it can't be put in the creation while the other half ends at her lower back. She is by nature a bit more tanned than her sister but she shares other facial features with Vega.

Height
5'5''

Weight
140 Pounds

Tattoos/Scars/Markings/Piercings
None

Prisoner Number
45510

Personality
Mei has a bland personality, she is one of those persons you will meet and forget just as fast. Even if she's a nice girl that tends to great life with a big smile she drew a blank when it came to outstanding points. She wants to brave but isn't, she want to think logically but does believe in lies either way. There is many things she would want to change with herself but she can't be anything else then who she is.
Likes
- Sapphire blue
- Tidiness
- Outdoors
- Water/Swimming
- Kids
- Playing
- Her family
- Advanced technology

Dislikes
- Cramped places
- Violence
- Being controlled
- Intrusive people
- Mostly anything with the color red

Sense of Humor
Mei has never really been a fan of jokes or things that are supposed to be funny since she's always the last one to understand what everyone is laughing about.

Fears
- Blood
- Never being able to go outside again
- Something happening to her family
- Sharp objects

Skills
Flexibility, High stamina, Positive thinking

Disadvantages
Naive, Absent-minded, Cowardly

History
Mei has since the day she was born been the oddball in the family, maybe it was her lack of "fun" that made her stand out from the siblings or it could have been that she instead of playing with them preferred to spend her time at the block pool. In her youth her dream was to be a professional swimmer, or anything that allowed her to be near or in water. But her dream was easily crushed when the judges decided that her body type wasn't what those careers required.

Instead she entered the training camp to become a waitress, which was far from what she wanted to be but still the best of the choices she had. When her twin got shot she had already finished that training and started working just as him, she took it really bad. But instead of acting out like Vega she held it inside of her, suffering in silence. Crying when she went to bed at night. That pain is still lingering inside of her, most likely because she never let it out so it still hurts as much as when she got the news.

One thing you will learn after getting to know Mei is her tendency to always have bad luck. Not being able to do what she wanted to, losing her twin, being framed for murder and sent to prison. She was the perfect person to blame, a woman who now one really knew - a bland face in a crowd. Someone people would forget quickly and no one really cared about. Well once again she was struck by bad luck, well not really she was just an unknowing piece in a bigger puzzle.

Parents
Father
Hax Archer

Mother
Cass Archer

So begins...

Mei Archer's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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Petra

“Mei Archer…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Butch

“Captain! Stop! ... Butch stop this!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really, man? Thanks..."

Meanwhile with Dominique

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

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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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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

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

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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Petra

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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Butch

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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Dominique

It was frustrating to see Butch act like this, Dominique kind of wanted to grab the shirt's collar and shake him out of it. But it doesn’t work like that and she knew it. But she just didn't like this new Butch which seemed to be more and more insecure all the time. This wasn't him and he knew it.

"Ah... It's fine... I went too far anyways. 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."

Dominique froze where she was and stared at him as he continued to walk away, somehow it felt like he disappeared. Yesterday she had whished for that yes, but when it actually happened it made her heart sink. If he disappeared she would be completely alone on this ship and on Earth also. She didn't have friends, or anything like that, the only thing she had was her family but they had their own lives. But hers was kind of malfunctioning and had been that way the last couples of years.

She hurried after him once again and looked up at him with sadness, "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!"

Dominique got quiet and stopped walking, "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."

She needs sleep, this was not like her. She should take the last sleeping pills and hope that she would get enough rest that she got her self-control back. Yeah, that was probably the best idea she had gotten today. She turned around and started walking towards the way she had come from, she knew it was a detour but it was better if she took it instead of troubling them both more.

Mei

"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."

Mei shrugged, "I've been trying to talk to them also but no one listen. And I've been told its better if I keep my mouth shut and receive their praise for it. Because if the word spread that I didn't do it everything would be even worse. Oh by the way, mind helping me with finding my cellmate? She disappeared yesterday..."

Mei started looking around again, desperately searching for Petra. She knew that Petra would like to meet Vega that she had made clear on the day Mei arrived. But now when she could do that she was nowhere to be seen still.

"Her name is Petra... We was sent to some place called the junkyard yesterday and she participated in something in the middle... She said she would show the ones who hit me in the showers not to do that anymore..." Mei sniffed, it was all her fault that everyone was getting into trouble. "But then some sort of commotion started and all I know is that she was screaming something before everyone was sent back... I was too scared to watch what they were doing. But now I don't know where she went, why hasn't she returned?"

Mei dried her tears with the back of her hand, she knew she shouldn't be crying here but she couldn't help herself. She was worried, depressed and blaming herself for being such a coward. She should help instead destroying everything.

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Butch

"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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“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. This really sucks. I hate the thought of being used like that.”

"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."

Butch glanced over to a digital clock to see what time it was before the session, it was close just a few more minutes. So they should start heading down there. Butch arose from the cushions, stretching as he did so. While walking and traveling down the elevator Butch informed Dominique, "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."
Vega

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

"Ahh... Mei," Vega sighed shaking her head. "You never fail to be so... Naive."

“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."

Vega was irritated when hearing her little sister was battered like that, but she wasn't surprise. Vega almost understood Mei's attacker, for she knew cops that were made out of metal and cold as ice. But she also knew a cop saw inside of a prisoner, for Vega herself is guilty of all the same. And Vega had already prepared her mind for the sessions for the horrors.

Yesterday was horrible! It was really scary… 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.”

Vega's body suddenly became very tense when Mei acknowledged her of the session the day before. "He touched you? That son of a bitch touch you? Like you know touched? Damn it, I would ask for that knife to slash that bastard in the throat, but I think you'll need it more than me. But hang on it, don't lose it. Though, where in the hell would you even get a knife, Mei?"

A whistle blew, it was shower time however Vega would not be visiting the showers today, instead she was escorted to the interrogation room. But with Mei, the shower rooms where not as bad as her first wash. In fact with the new fresh meats, she wasn't even seen as a target anymore. Instead of being beaten there were others who were. Some new cocky inmates did deserve it, others where like Mei- prey to be captured. But Mei did still raise an eyebrow, but her story was like old news- the excitement had worn out.

Vega sat in the same room as her sister did, just thinking of the things they did to Mei. Vega didn't like it, not one bit, but she also didn't like the fact a collar was tied to neck, like she was some dog. But she knew she could use it to her advantage... some how... or another. But she was ready now.

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Character Portrait: Mei Archer Character Portrait: Dominique Capwell Character Portrait: Butch Hertz Character Portrait: Petra Scout Character Portrait: Alva Elm

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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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"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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Mei and Dominique

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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Butch

"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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Mei

"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.

Dominique

"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 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?"

It did not surprise Vega that the woman thought Vega caused trouble. The press molded and morphed Vega's actions to glorify the Unity Council. Vega never threatened the council, but she was shown to as equivalent to a mindless terrorist. Vega did not insult the council either, she instead conjured up dark truths and proofs of the council; she exposed the power-hungry greed and control of the leaders. Vega always hated the council, hated being told what to be the rest of her life. Now, some see the purity of the council, some believe they are the pilots of peace and order, and not chaos and destruction.
Vega never planned to go to Morus, but she never believed that the Council would listen. But she did know that she could not just stand there and live life like it was fine, but it wasn’t. It is never fine with someone apart of you suffers hopelessly. But no need for wondering, she is here now.

“First, I know Mei cannot take care of herself, at least not in a place like this,” Vega answered. “But it wasn’t like I wishing to come here. I couldn’t just ignore her, how can any ignore the ones they love?”

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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 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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Dominique

"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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"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..."

Petra wished she could of met Mei's sister, Vega. To her, Petra thought maybe they could start their own little escape team, maybe Petra could actually get out of there for once. When Mei spoke of not wanting people to into trouble because of her revealed at Mei was a thoughtful person, she humbled herself for the sake of others. Why couldn't the council see Mei for who she is?

"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."

"No, no, k-keep it with you. Y-you may need it," Petra refused nicely; though Petra was not exactly herself she still cared about Mei. "So, it seems like you re-really care bout your sister. H-how does it feel to have a family? Did you and Vega always get along?" This not only information Petra thought the recorder wanted, but Petra was curious herself. Growing up as an orphan Petra never had a biological family.

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Mei

"No, no, k-keep it with you. Y-you may need it."


Mei nodded and dragged it back towards herself again, knowing she wouldn't drink any of it either way. But she wouldn't argue about it, it wasn't anything to argue about anyway. She turned her attention towards the so called food and started to move her spoon around in it once again, making circles in it while humming. She was in a bright mood since Petra's return, even after the fact that Petra was acting differently. Mei was just happy she wasn't alone in here anymore.

"So, it seems like you re-really care bout your sister. H-how does it feel to have a family? Did you and Vega always get along?"

Mei stiffened and slowly putting the spoon down, "Uhm... Well... I guess we did, we didn't really... I uhm... had a brother also and I used to spend more time with him, I was a bit busy with trying to get good at swimming when I was younger and she had her group of friends. I didn't really like them, they were a bit scary. Not my type of people..."

Which was a bit funny since Mei was surrounded by that kind of people now, and maybe Petra would have been counted in also. Mei didn't know why Petra was in here when she thought about it, Petra had talked very much those first day's but it was almost only tips in how to survive or things about Mei. Not about herself. Mei would ask about it someday... but today didn't seem like a good choice, she would wait to when Petra seemed to feel better.

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"Uhm... Well... I guess we did, we didn't really... I uhm... had a brother also and I used to spend more time with him, I was a bit busy with trying to get good at swimming when I was younger and she had her group of friends. I didn't really like them, they were a bit scary. Not my type of people..."

So she has a brother, no had a brother. Petra would ask what happened to him, but not now, they just reunited, now was not the time for that question. Mei and Vega were not so close before. Hm... Interesting. And she also enjoyed swimming. Petra wanted to make sure he got good information out of Mei, yeah it felt wrong to spy on a friend, knowing that they are only going to twist the information against her, but Petra did not want to go back to that place.

"How were you parents though?" Petra asked. "W-what are parents like?"

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"How were you parents though? W-what are parents like?"

Hm? Mei glanced over at Petra, that was a strange question. Well not the first part but the second one, most people wouldn't put it like that. Did that mean that Petra didn't have any parents? Oh, that was actually sad... Mei should remember that and probably not bring it up, well not ask about them. She would try to do that, but she knew she had a tendency to mess everything up.

"Uhm... They were like parents I guess? Well I don't really know since I never got to go home with people and meet their parents so I don't know if they acted different than others." Mei ran her fingers through her hair, trying to fix the tangles in it so it would look wavy again instead of just messy. "I think my parents were pretty nice, they were loving and so but my mother hasn't been doing so well since father and Leo disappeared. I don't really know why but Vega believes that they weren't that nice however, well at least not mother. I don't know where she got that from because from my point of view I know she cared about Vega also, I usually went over and helped her with simple tasks like cleaning and cooking sometimes and mother usually spoke and asked about Vega since Vega wasn't... Uhm… I don't think she tried to avoid mother but she didn't call or show up at her house that often so the only chance mother had to know about her life was through me."

Mei didn’t really know why Vega had so much against mother, but well… perhaps that was only something you could understand from Vega’s point of view. Perhaps mother had accidently said something that had upset Vega? Or something like that, it did feel like a realistic idea. Perhaps she could try to mend their relations ship? Oh… No that was quiet impossible now, she should had tried that before this had happened.

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Petra

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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"You better do it... Or else I'm going after you..."

And with that Butch exited the room, not there to witness vomiting of Dominique, and if he had the choice to watch her sicken because of crime, he rather not. And what if he did get away with it? What would Dominique do then? As Butch walking out of the lounge, he was nervous what if someone popped out, stopped him and asked what happened. He tried his best to make it look like he was just carrying Vanessa and tried to hide her bloody beaten face.

He successfully made his way down the elevator, where he descended far down Morus. He was going to the deepest level near the engine room, a place where they hold a furnace to burn bodies, usually for prisoners who die during their sentence, because there was not dirt here in the ship to bury the bodies. Butch had never been down there before, it was dark the only means of light source was the dancing flames. How could he had let anger be the best of him? But not only was it his temper that haunted him but his hands, he never thought his hands alone could do such damage. He always bragged about his muscular strength, but he never knew he had a grown strength to kill a woman.

Butch laid her body in the flames, turning around for he could not bear the image of the fire eating away at this young girl's corpse. He thought if he burned her body then the image maybe even the memory would be burned from his mind. But no, it only worsen things. Tears started to trickled down from his eyes, conviction swept in. A girl he wanted to forget about, was forever foraged in his remembrance.

Petra

Petra and Mei had just finished lunch and was now moving into yard time. It was weird, Mei had not been sectioned to the interrogation room, in fact it felt like they have not interrogated Mei in a quite some time. Petra feared they were depending on her too much to get information out of her cell mate. And she did not like that because that made her a key component to the case, putting too much pressure on Petra.

She took a seat in the bleachers next to Mei. The yard felt more fake than Petra last remembered, but she was not complaining the artificial setting was much more pleasing to her than that dark cell. And just because Petra left the asylum physically, did not mean she could wipe away Alva from her mind, nor could she wipe away the scream. Some nights Petra lies on her bed holding one her knifes she picked from her cache, and she shifted the blade to her ear, so tempted to hack it off, desperate to stopped the howling ringing in her ears.

Petra could not be bothered with the thought of Alva, she had a priority and it was to gain information or be forced to be thrown into the asylum. It hurt that she had to do this to her only friend, but being trapped with Alva would probably hurt more. "S-so, how did you like e-earth?" Petra asked gently with her stuttering. "It wasn't like this fake yard, agree?"

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"S-so, how did you like e-earth? It wasn't like this fake yard, agree?"

Mei looked around, she had gotten used to the yard and instead of getting the illusion that it was turning more like earth she actually thought it looked less and less like it. It could be by the fact that Mei beautified the memory of the places she usually went to but maybe it could be that even if they did their best to mimic the nature it actually looked like crap when you studied it closer. And since both Petra and Vega went missing Mei had been walking around the room studying the walls, keeping herself as far away from the others as possible. Now she couldn't see anything then walls surrounding her. It was a bit depressing, she really missed the free feeling of getting outside. On the topic free, Mei was experiencing feelings close to what you could call abstinence. She was longing for the possibility to swim once again, before this she had been doing it at least three times a week, if she could even more, so that the abrupt end of it was causing her complicated feelings wasn't so strange. She would give almost anything just to be able to float around in the water again.

Mei sighed and shook her head, "No, not one bit. This place is just... sad."

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"No, not one bit. This place is just... sad."

"I have not been to earth in years. But you we-were there a month ago, yes? I only have a small memory of it, a cherished memory thought," Petra confessed, knowing that she had almost forgotten how the home planet's soil felt, how the wind's breeze blew against her shoulders, and the way fresh grass smelled. "C-can you tell me how it was... Its like I so close to forgetting how life was then..."

Petra looked down sadly remembering her husband Jack Scout. She cursed herself for being so stupid by getting arrested and being separated from him. She would not be surprised if he found another woman, a better woman who did not get herself into trouble for past ambition, for a hopeless dream. He was probably dead though, time was so fast on earth.

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"I have not been to earth in years. But you we-were there a month ago, yes? I only have a small memory of it, a cherished memory thought. C-can you tell me how it was... Its like I so close to forgetting how life was then..."

Mei shrugged and started to bend her fingers again, a bit bored actually. Nothing happened in here, it was the same thing every day, and no Mei did most of the time try to ignore the fight that occasionally started since that was not something she found interesting. Or even liked, no she would been happier if everyone would just stay calm and try not to cause trouble. It was hard on her, even if she now didn't care as much as she had done in the beginning.

"Uhm... I don't really know how to describe it... I guess you just feel free, the air doesn’t smell stuffy and the sky doesn’t have this ridiculous color. It's peaceful but lively, with sounds everywhere, not arguments and all of this. It's just those natural sounds you don't pay much attention too when you are used to it but I guess I miss it now, like birds. But I miss the peacefulness water brings, how nice it feels to just float. When I was younger I imagined it being close to the feeling of flying, now I don't really think that's correct. But I still love it either way."

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

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

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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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Petra

“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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Petra

"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 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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Mei

This was strange... Strange indeed. Mei watched how the guards brought Petra with them out leaving her there by herself. The only thing she could think about was if Petra would disappear again. Mei didn't want that. It was so lonely. But what confused her even more was that Petra was brought back to the cell after a short period of time. She looked exactly the way she did when she left, that made Mei wrinkle her forehead trying to figuring out why it was like that.

Petra didn't look to good however, maybe she didn't return with bruises and such but well something had happened. And that was what Mei was curious about, why would they bring her out because they found the knife box and leave the box to just throw her back in? Not even Mei was dumb enough to not understand that something wasn't right, she just didn't know what and why. The biggest reason was the fact that they left the box at the place they found it, why would they do that? Wasn't the whole point in searching their room to confiscate things like that?

"So uhm... what happened?"

Dominique

A new message, yippee. Dominique picked up her phone and read it with a growing anger, hiding? She wasn't hiding. She was trying to count cameras, get a feeling of how many there was so she could know how many eyes there was on her. It was even more unpleasant when that was unknown. And yeah she knew that the warden would get suspicious if she tried to hide, that was why she had stopped herself from actually doing it. But this person was just annoying.

Don't be scared, Dominique. I'm not here to hurt you, but if you don't answer me then someone *might* get hurt.

That's just absurd. This was so freaking weird and creepy, being told by some unknown human sitting somewhere observing her and Butch not be scared. Come one, something got to be wrong with a person like that. With a sigh Dominique sat down on her bed with the phone beside her while folding her arms, "I'm not trying to hide creep, I'm trying to figure out how I can get enough privacy so I can think everything through. But sure, I can sit here and chitchat with you instead because you have already made it clear that you can hear what I say. Or do you want me to sit and text you like some teenage girl?"

Dominique looked up at the camera before she stood up and walked over to the bathroom, her head was killing her at the moment and the text's that kept on popping up didn't help at all. She opened her drawer and picked up on of the pills just to swallow it down without anything at all. When she was done she walked over to the bed and sat down beside the phone again and looked up at the same camera, "Can't you just bother Butch instead, you seem to like him quite a bit so why don't try to make that bond stronger."

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"So uhm... what happened?"

Petra did not know how to answer that and she attempted to answer it, but was quickly interrupted with the usual buzz for lunch. Petra released a sigh of relieve, fortunately she would not have to explain and planned to avoid the question and try changing the subject. When they sat down at a table, Petra hurriedly finished her food with gratitude.

Then she spoke as soon as she could before Mei could talk, "Did you get use to the food." Petra knew she may sound suspicious and it was because Petra was taking a risk. But what choice did she have because Petra put in her head that she must not answer Mei's question unless she pressed it.


Stranger

"I'm not trying to hide creep, I'm trying to figure out how I can get enough privacy so I can think everything through. But sure, I can sit here and chitchat with you instead because you have already made it clear that you can hear what I say. Or do you want me to sit and text you like some teenage girl?"

Lets just stick to the text, don't want people to wonder who you're talking to. Oh and that's another thing, you will not speak of this to anyone, not the warden nor Butch. Stranger obviously wanted to kept this a private thing between Dominique and it, and it was implied that it had not message Butch. Which of course could not make Dominique feel any better that she could not reveal the suspicious messages to anyone else or that would go against Stranger's instructions. And going against the mysterious attacker probably won't end well. And if you do, let's just say there will be others joining Vanessa Colton in the furnace. And I will erase anything tying to our communication.

"Can't you just bother Butch instead, you seem to like him quite a bit so why don't try to make that bond stronger."

Like him? Silly Dominique, do you think I saved Butch's life for his benefit? You see, I have been watching that man oh so very closely. And what do I see? I see a man who deserves to suffer. And I am not going to let death take him just yet. I see what he does to people, I'm going gain my vengeance, and you will be my torture device. If it is going to take the killing of innocents to convince you to see the justice in this. Well, then so be it. You know, good deeds will take great sacrifices.

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Mei

Mei was rather disappointed when the buzz sounded, she really wanted to hear that answer but she got none. How was she supposed to think and act around that? She should ask again but she got the feeling that she wouldn't get any answers then either. She didn't like that feeling, it was unsettling.

"Did you get use to the food."

Mei shrugged, she still felt like it tasted somewhat like death and she had thought that Petra also thought that but she seemed to enjoy it as much as yesterday. How anyone could enjoy this was hard to understand, Mei rather played around with it then ate it. Making circles, lines, squares in it with the spoon. That was more satisfying then eating it. Maybe now was the time to ask about earlier? But perhaps not since there was so many around, she should wait until they got back to their cell. It sounded like a better idea.

"Do you think Vega will return soon?"

Dominique

Eyeing through the first message Dominique frowned, making threats now also? So that indicates that this person believes it can control more than the cameras, good to know. Now she has to be cautious around everything on this ship, how great. And she couldn't even consult Butch about it? That was just, no, seriously no. She should had turned around and told him straight away before this text showed up, then it couldn't be mad on her for not listening. Why was she so damn proud? She should just ignore it and act like a damsel in distress some times, but noo, instead she had to pretend that she could deal with everything on her own.

After the second message she tossed herself back on the bed letting the phone fall down on the mattress without replying anything. She didn't feel like it, it felt like some kind of joke. Even more so when the person on the other side insisted on writing as if it knew her. But torture device? Her? Okay, that sets it - this person must be a psycho. And apparently instead of just handling its own problems with Butch face to face it decided to put her wellbeing on the line? Great. It wasn't just because she didn't like the feeling of getting used to hurt others, even if it was Butch, it was mostly the fact that it was Butch. This person had just seen him murder an innocent girl and now it wanted her to torture him? Great. It wouldn't surprise Dominique if it was she who would get tossed into the furnace next.

She picked up her phone again and read through the text's one more time before replying, You talk about justice but I can't see that anything of the things you mentioned being the right thing to do. You're not qualified to punish Butch for what he had done, you are not a judge or a complete jury, you have no right to do what you do. If you wanted him to get punished for what he had done you should had kept your hands off the cameras and left the footage there so he could get a legitimate judgment. And why use me as some "torture device" as you describe it, why not just handle your own injustice that he should had put you through. Using me is just dumb and cowardly.

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"Do you think Vega will return soon?"

"I'm not quite s-sure," Petra answered, thankful that Mei did not ask about what happened before lunch started.
"But its been weird that they have not summoned you to be interrogated. Maybe they decided to focus getting information out of Vega first and refrained her from seeing you for a while. I know you miss her, but I'm sure she's safe... are at least alive. S-sorry if that sounded depressing. Just trying to l-look on the bright side to say she's doing fine, right?"

Stranger

You talk about justice but I can't see that anything of the things you mentioned being the right thing to do. You're not qualified to punish Butch for what he had done, you are not a judge or a complete jury, you have no right to do what you do. If you wanted him to get punished for what he had done you should had kept your hands off the cameras and left the footage there so he could get a legitimate judgment. And why use me as some "torture device" as you describe it, why not just handle your own injustice that he should had put you through. Using me is just dumb and cowardly.

Judges and juries are of illusions, only hear they never are the ones their to witness the blood when it spills. But I do, I have been watching Butch closely, for a long time now too. But if it only the sin of murder he committed then I would let the so-called lawman execute him. But he's done more than that, he's preyed on the weaker, abused girls both physically and emotionally, he's a manipulator and tyrant. Butch Hertz deserves much more than death, And of course he will fortunately die eventually, maybe even by his own gun, but it will be justice.

Stranger let it sink in before it sent another text message, Do you know why it is justice Dominique? It is because Butch was born on this earth to kill. Hell, when he first came out his mother's womb he killed her. But they deny he did that and instead say his own mother died of childbirth. How funny that sounds, death of childbirth. Listen, this isn't frontier times, with modern medicine women don't die like that. Bet he never told you that, did he?

No, Butch never told Dominique how his mother died and instead told Dominique that his mother left his father, It was always a tough topic for Butch to speak how when people usual celebrate when a newborn baby has come into there lives, but there was no celebrating with Butch, only grief.

You think he going to stop killing with Vanessa? No, his burning desire for death has been imprinted into his genes and his been lying dormant for years since his mother's death, but now, just wait see, its coming into full bloom. Just think of it, Mei Archer has been crying out claiming she did not kill Daryl Court, but he continues to push Mei closer to the execution. And you seem to be doing the same thing. So I guess you deserve to be forced to hurt him.

And using you is not dumb and cowardly because I could not do it myself. Sure, I could hurt him physically but physical wounds could heal or physical scars could fade. But emotionally ruins will never be easily forgotten or forsaken. And that's what you are going to do, you and him have a special bond. And I'm going to force you to let that bond crash down and crush him the way he crushed Vanessa. And it probably would not be that painful for you. Perhaps all you have to do is be honest, because truthfully do you really care about Butch, a born killer?

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Mei

"I'm not quite s-sure, but its been weird that they have not summoned you to be interrogated. Maybe they decided to focus getting information out of Vega first and refrained her from seeing you for a while. I know you miss her, but I'm sure she's safe... are at least alive. S-sorry if that sounded depressing. Just trying to l-look on the bright side to say she's doing fine, right?"

"Oh," Mei hadn't thought about it. Well it was true that it she hadn't been over there for some time but she had thought that was an ordinary thing. They could have other things to do right? There were other people on this ship so why couldn't they have their hands full with them? Mei thought it sounded possible but decided not to say it out loud if it would label her as stupid, who knows she could just be completely wrong.

"Vega can take care of herself so I'm sure she's fine."

Dominique

Disgusting, this person is the worst. Dominique hated this so much, everything of it. The last things she read was too much, it was too much to handle. Her emotions were going berserk and she couldn't handle it, so she simply threw her phone into the wall with everything she got. She was so angry at the person for saying those heartless things, so sad and confused because she didn't know if it was true. She wanted to say it was all lies but she couldn't, she didn't know that. After a while of just sitting there shaking she rose up and walked over to the phone, checking if it still worked. It did, even if she could manage to see where it had hit the wall, but she wasn't that dependent on that phone so if it was going to start glitching after this she wouldn't mind. She would just be happy if it had lost its ability to receive messages. It would be a good thing, for her.

She sat there crouched in the corner for a while just fingering on the phone before she answered, We don't share a special bond. I'm just his ex-girlfriend, we kept in touch. It was a lie, a big one. And she knew that it probably was a lame attempt to stop this but at least she could try.

After that Dominique stood up once more and glanced over at the camera while fingering the lip, she knew her lie already was seen through so why not just say what she wanted to say? "And you are wrong about Butch. I don't know if what you say is true, if his mother now died while giving birth to him. But that is not Butch's fault if that's the case, a baby can't kill others. It's the doctors and the nurse’s fault that she died in that case. No one is born as a killer, no one is born bad and no one is born good either. It's all about what you experience in life and how you are raised, and sadly Butch's past molded him this way. But I know there is good in him, I know he could change if he just tried. I've seen him succeed before. If someone should be blamed for the death of Vanessa, as you called her, it should be me since I came here and made Butch stressed among many other things. If I haven't been here he wouldn't do it and if I hadn't given up on him before I know he wouldn't be who he is today. Instead of helping him be who he could be I let him sink and get worse."

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Petra

"Hey, Mei remember those two people that attacked you in the shower rooms your first day? I want to st-still get back at them. But I want to make sure they are dead we I get them, need to get my hands on a hammer," Petra whispered. However, honestly Petra did not care to get revenge anymore but she cared to get a hammer but because there was a mic injected into her she could not mention an escape. But the cops don't really care if another prisoner dies, in fact they would probably think that would make their jobs easier. "So, because I'm doing this for you, can you go to the Junkyard? I will give you my labor wages. I just can't go back there... I might... not come back... s-sane."

Stranger

Oh so now you're blaming this own yourself. Heh, there is no way you can convince me that you killed Vanessa Colton. It was his hands that bashed her face into the cement, it was his fingers that were drenched with her blood, and it was his motive that caused it all. Whether or not the motive was developed through past events including. In conclusion, her death was not your fault. But that does not mean you are certainly innocent, no you are at Butch's side to condemn Mei Archer to death.

And I disagree with you when you say that Butch and you have no special bond. I watch him, how it hurts for him to fall asleep as the thoughts of disappointing and breaking off connections with you linger in his demonic mind. Dominique, do you remember when he insulted you about abandoning your crew? And how you slapped him? First of all, hats all of to you, that was to my own personal enjoyment. It pains me to stop from watching it on repeat. But anyways, he was so tormented by losing your attention... Well... I better just let you watch this.


Dominique phone screen appeared with Butch phasing his room like he does normally when he is in panic or thought. It showed him drinking on his couch in frustrated with himself as he tried to lose soberness, but the anger pulled him from getting drunk. Butch threw the bottle down and put out his cigarette, to where he next made his way to his bathroom. The camera could not quite pick up his low grumbling but only one word was heard audibly and it was sorry. Then he crashed his fist into the mirror raising his voice at himself, cursing at himself.

Dominique you like proof don't you. Well, I think this is enough proof to say you may not care about him, you deny an special bond to him. But here, it shows that he cares about you.

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Mei

"Hey, Mei remember those two people that attacked you in the shower rooms your first day?

“Yeah… I guess…?”

“I want to st-still get back at them. But I want to make sure they are dead we I get them, need to get my hands on a hammer.”

Mei’s eyes grew bigger as the sentence formed, dead? Wasn’t that… a terrible idea? Mei didn’t want Petra to kill anyone. And most certainly not because of Mei. She was against Petra even getting revenge at them from the beginning, using force. Well yes, Mei would have liked to know that they wouldn’t bother her again if something like that would had helped but she didn’t know the methods used. If she just kept out of their way why would they bother bringing trouble to her?

"So, because I'm doing this for you, can you go to the Junkyard? I will give you my labor wages. I just can't go back there... I might... not come back... s-sane."

She wanted Mei to go back to that place - alone? No, no, noo. Mei was too scared of the place to go back there on her own. “But I don’t want you to kill them… Or hurt them, they haven’t troubled me since then so it’s just unnecessary…”

Dominique

Dominique stared at the video which had suddenly showed up, she had a hard time understanding that Butch had taken it so hard. Sure she had noticed that he had been feeling bad the day afterwards and she had comforted him that time also, but to see how he acted when he was alone was something else. It was kind of like seeing a new Butch she didn’t know existed, she couldn’t remember seeing such emotions from him even after she had told him it was over. But after seeing this she guessed that he had taken that much harder then she had thought also… She felt like a really bad person for putting him through it. Even if he had deserved it this time. She felt terrible, she wanted to apologize to him but she couldn’t, she couldn’t exactly go and tell him that she had seen the video stream from his security cameras from that night. It was kind of hard to understand that she had been very egocentric and only ignored how he felt, maybe she should have asked him things like that instead of just assuming from how he looked.

I’m just his ex-girlfriend, nothing more and nothing less. He’s not seeking my attention like some puppy as you make it sound like, I guess we just enjoy each other’s company. I would also be sad if I lost a friend, I think you have seen that already.

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“But I don’t want you to kill them… Or hurt them, they haven’t troubled me since then so it’s just unnecessary…”

"Yeah, I guess," Petra responded in agreement. Petra understood that Mei did not want any offense to her attacker, Mei was never the one for violence. However, that did not mean Petra reached to a conclusion that she no longer needed the hammer. Because Petra believed that with a tool such as the hammer, she would be much more efficient and faster with a hammer rather than blades and bloody fingers. "Listen, I just really need a hammer. It will be really handy in the end." Petra wished she could explain why she was going to use the hammer, but she still remained injected with the mic and Butch could not hear of her escape. "Can you at least go down there with me tomorrow?"

Stranger

I’m just his ex-girlfriend, nothing more and nothing less. He’s not seeking my attention like some puppy as you make it sound like, I guess we just enjoy each other’s company. I would also be sad if I lost a friend, I think you have seen that already.

And yet, again you insist that you are just a friend to him. Which is true, but Butch is disillusioned that wants more than that, and you know it with his needless motive in a flirtatious mindset. To him, you are his very blood vessels weaved into his being, without you he finds no fulfillment in life. So, yeah I could kill you, but that would only be as good as killing him, which will be no fun. Not as much fun as you using you, and oh how I will use you. And listen to this, Dominique, if Butch does not suffer then someone else will. So, be a good pet for your master.

Stranger let a pause roll in before he sent another frighten message, But I must sound so vile and wicked with all this talk of suffering and death. Let's talk about something that puts your mind to ease. Let's talk about your family, Dominque. How's your mom and dad doing? What about your brother? Its funny how you can learn about a person through technology.

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“But I don’t want you to kill them… Or hurt them, they haven’t troubled me since then so it’s just unnecessary…”

"Yeah, I guess," Petra responded in agreement. Petra understood that Mei did not want any offense to her attacker, Mei was never the one for violence. However, that did not mean Petra reached to a conclusion that she no longer needed the hammer. Because Petra believed that with a tool such as the hammer, she would be much more efficient and faster with a hammer rather than blades and bloody fingers. "Listen, I just really need a hammer. It will be really handy in the end." Petra wished she could explain why she was going to use the hammer, but she still remained injected with the mic and Butch could not hear of her escape. "Can you at least go down there with me tomorrow?"

Stranger

I’m just his ex-girlfriend, nothing more and nothing less. He’s not seeking my attention like some puppy as you make it sound like, I guess we just enjoy each other’s company. I would also be sad if I lost a friend, I think you have seen that already.

And yet, again you insist that you are just a friend to him. Which is true, but Butch is disillusioned that wants more than that, and you know it with his needless motive in a flirtatious mindset. To him, you are his very blood vessels weaved into his being, without you he finds no fulfillment in life. So, yeah I could kill you, but that would only be as good as killing him, which will be no fun. Not as much fun as you using you, and oh how I will use you. And listen to this, Dominique, if Butch does not suffer then someone else will. So, be a good pet for your master.

Stranger let a pause roll in before he sent another frighten message, But I must sound so vile and wicked with all this talk of suffering and death. Let's talk about something that puts your mind to ease. Let's talk about your family, Dominque. How's your mom and dad doing? What about your brother? Its funny how you can learn about a person through technology.

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Mei

"Yeah, I guess. Listen, I just really need a hammer. It will be really handy in the end. Can you at least go down there with me tomorrow?"

Mei fell silent, she wasn't sure why the hammer was so important but since Petra still insisted on getting her hands on one it probably was for something else then killing. That was a good thing perhaps… When Mei thought about a little more it probably had something to do with her so called escape. It sounded like the most logical explanation and Mei didn’t want to upset Petra by not helping at all, Petra had been helping her so she should do something to repay it.

“Uhm… You said that you can’t go back there a-and I’m too scared of the place to go there by myself… But do you think Vega could come with me…? Yeah, uhm… If you could wait for her to return that would be a good thing.”

Dominique

Did this conversation just get even creepier? Dominique had been feeling unsettled the whole time but now, it had taken an even more disturbing turn. Not only because her family was brought up, yes she knew that Stranger probably had gotten its hands on her files already so she wasn’t surprised that it knew. But bringing it up did give her a bad feeling. And the whole Butch part on top of that, saying all those strange things. The person on the other side had indeed chosen the most vulgar ways to describe the situation with. Calling Butch disillusioned, saying that he would somewhat die if she did that, calling her a pet. She didn’t appreciate that, not one bit. That was disgusting, if she ever got a chance to get her hands on this Stranger she was going to make it eat those words. It deserved it, it had been doing illegal hacking, destroying evidence, blackmailing and well it probably would do a lot more in the future. She had a feeling that even if she did do what it asked her to do it wouldn’t be enough. Her dislike for Vega was nothing compared to her dislike for this person, if imagining putting a bullet between her eyes felt great it felt even greater to imagining destroying every limb this person had. Making the medical teams unable to put the parts together again, that would feel great.

You talk as if you can read Butch’s mind, but you can't know if any of that is true. He can be thinking something completely different.

Yes Dominique had been avoiding answering the questions about her family, completely ignoring that message. She didn’t want to acknowledge it. She did answer its stupid text like it wanted her too, she just ignored the parts she didn’t want to talk about.

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Petra

“Uhm… You said that you can’t go back there a-and I’m too scared of the place to go there by myself… But do you think Vega could come with me…? Yeah, uhm… If you could wait for her to return that would be a good thing.”

"Yeah, if that's the only way you will go down there. I just hope your sister won't take too long, though..." Petra did not have forever to escape, well, maybe she did, but not Mei. And Petra could confess that Petra would not feel satisfied if she were to walk the earth again to only see she left Mei to her death. Even if Petra did not know who Mei was, but only heard her story and what the girl had been through, Petra would see be there to save her. "Just remember, time is a valuable thing."

Stranger

You talk as if you can read Butch’s mind, but you can't know if any of that is true. He can be thinking something completely different.

I may not be able to read his mind, my pet, but I can hear. However, was not like I was snooping... He told me himself, how much he needs you. And I've seen it for myself, you know, how he suffocates him with his own stupidity. Believe it or not, I'm human too. I don't find all of my data through technology. Sometimes... I just see things happen. I can't say you'll never find me, though. But when you do, I'll have you on the ground, pistol to your throat. But if you're a good pet, I might give you the permission to live...

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Mei

"Yeah, if that's the only way you will go down there. I just hope your sister won't take too long, though... Just remember, time is a valuable thing."

Mei nodded, "Yeah I know that, but I don't want you to break because I'm too scared to go there by myself. We could... give her a couple of days and if she hasn't shown up I guess I could... try... on my own. Or I will consider the option. Uhm... No or yes... I don't know. B-But you need your sanity intact."

Mei didn't really like the fact that Petra had brought up time. Mei knew she had limited time before... it was over. But she preferred to not think about it, if she was going to be focusing her energy on that all the time she would only be regretting it. Sure it came to mind from time to time, but she tries to ignore it. It was way more fun to be thinking about other things.

Dominique

Dominique's eyes grew as she read on of the sentence, all the other's was blurry because all she could focus on was He told me himself, how much he needs you. Butch told Stranger himself? So Stranger knew Butch in person? Well that limited the search a bit... But she couldn't ask Butch about it because Stranger would see it, but how would she be able to figure it out then. She couldn't hack the cameras and take a look by herself and she couldn't ask anyone else either about it. How complicated everything was.

She read through the rest of the message, angrier by the minute. My pet that was even more irritating then Butch's Darling comments. Dominique hadn't thought that the pet comment could get worse but well apparently it could. She was disgusted by the comment, very disgusted. Somehow it felt like Stranger was disparaging her, calling her pet and telling that it was the one who apparently decided her destiny. She doubtful to the thought that Stranger would be able to get her down, well she knew that it probably knew her weakness but she also knew that if it happened she would attack first if it acted hostilely. But the comment made her wonder if perhaps Stranger was a man, she was doubting that a woman would be saying something like that. But as always it could just be playing with her mind making her think too much again.

What if I pull the trigger first then? But let’s not talk about that, I have been thinking - you say that Butch see me as a part of him. That he somehow wouldn't be able to go on if I disappeared from his life, but how would you explain the fact that Butch survived the time when I left him and all these years when we didn't have any contact at all? Wouldn't that destroy him? But he seemed fine when I met him again.

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Petra

"Yeah I know that, but I don't want you to break because I'm too scared to go there by myself. We could... give her a couple of days and if she hasn't shown up I guess I could... try... on my own. Or I will consider the option. Uhm... No or yes... I don't know. B-But you need your sanity intact."

"You're right, the thought of Alva, that girl who screamed. H-hell... I can still hear it. I don't know what to do sometimes, and sometimes I just want to cut my ear off. Just saying, if you ever see me without one. There are times though, I want to put that knife somewhere other than my ear, a place to take away the screaming, to take away my life."

Stranger

Butch is stubborn, he was too hard-headed to bear the fact that you no longer wanted him. So he was persistent, he was raised to get whatever he wanted. Butch thinks he always gets his toys, especial if those toys are women I hear people talk about every night with Butch, it someone new. But now, it seems you're not just another forgetful face, he's willing to kill someone for you. And I'll willing to make him pay for that. So here you are my pet, ready to do what I say. We are going to fiddle with his emotions like hell, it will feel as if we have this non-stop pattern of kicking him in the balls. He will beg us to stop, and when he does... I will make you put the bullet in his head.

Stranger stopped sending messages from there until the morning, then he sent another message, Slept well? It did not look like it. Had another nightmare, my pet? Was the image of death engrave in your mind. Don't worry, justice shall be done in due time. But for now, you have an interrogation to attend. And I will give your first command, and it is this, I want you to start showing apathy towards Butch, that will start to grab his attention. And when he asks or cries for your forgiveness. Say something heart-stabbing, call him a monster, hey you maybe even slapped him again for me. But just remember, someone's life is depending on this. Have fun!

Butch

He did not sleep well, in fact he did not sleep at all. The voice of Vanessa crying for him to stop just continued to echo in his head. It was not even like he had something to occupy him, Butch just sat there on his bed, curled with a pistol angling in different directions, sometimes his head. He felt like someone was out there watching him, someone there to take his life. Or maybe, he just wanted to take his. But the little sanity and pride he had left stopped him from doing so.

Butch's alarm finally sounded, but however he was already awake of course. Butch did not even change he still wore his uniform. But even the uniform itself nauseated Butch, like he could smell Vanessa's blood. He stared down at his dominate hand, a deep and wide cut dug into his hand. Butch drove a knife down his hand, trying to cut it off, but he stopped him. He thought of Dominique, she said he cared about him. And he wanted to believe that, and she would not want to see him do that to himself.

Butch made it to the usual halls, but late. However it was not like he was not ready to leave, but was reluctant. He greeted Dominique like usual by saying, "Good morning..." However Butch was different, his eyes reflected the eyes of a disturbed man, like he watched someone close to him be brutal slaughter. Except that person who was slaughtered was Vanessa Colten, and the murderer was himself.

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Butch simply shrugged when she did not answer him, he excepted so. But he just hope the silence did not endure forever. And if it did, well Butch saw that he deserved it. But things were weird, did she not say the day before that she cared about him? Butch knew to test that later.

He walked into the room where Mei was set at the table, Butch sat down there in front of her. He stared at her eyes for a long moment, it was actually quite awkard, because he just gave her a hard solid stare to the eyes. And he did it not in a way to be intimidating but to observe her, like he was searching her mind. The saying always went, the eyes are a window to the soul. And Butch was beginning to see it true. But for now, he would put away his personal suggestions on the case.

"You're sister spoke of your career as a server," he started as soon as he stopped staring continuously. "She said in the past she criticized you for it. Is that true? And if so, how did you feel?"

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"You're sister spoke of your career as a server, she said in the past she criticized you for it. Is that true? And if so, how did you feel?"

Mei was a bit taken by surprise by the question, she wasn't expecting that. She had thought that Vega wouldn't tell them anything actually, Vega had always been good at keeping secrets or refuse to socialize. But since they actually got information from her Mei came to wonder what they had done to her to get that out of her. The anxiousty spread inside for what she would meet when Vega returned. What if she had gotten broken like Petra?

"Ah... Uhm... Well of course that made me sad and so, but I didn't take it to heart I know she can be a bit harsh from time to time. I guess that's her way of showing... that she cares. Or something like that, I like to think it's because of that." Mei nodded slowly mostly to convince herself, "Vega just is that way and I've known her all my life so I'm used to it."

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"Ah... Uhm... Well of course that made me sad and so, but I didn't take it to heart I know she can be a bit harsh from time to time. I guess that's her way of showing... that she cares. Or something like that, I like to think it's because of that. Vega just is that way and I've known her all my life so I'm used to it."

"That seems almost hard to believe, she hurts you to say she loves you?" Butch questioned in disbelief, he doubted Mei understood what she had sad. Dominique di a good job of causing Vega to say what she in the pass of Mei's job. With that information, Mei could soon enough be executed. However, but had wondered what he was going to do in life after that had happened. Would him and Dominique still talk? He did not know, but he had hoped Dominique would still say something after yesterday.

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"That seems almost hard to believe, she hurts you to say she loves you?"

“No! That was not what I said, Vega just don’t show affection the way others do. It’s not that she hurts me, because I don’t see it that way, she’s just not true to her feelings… Or something like that. Instead of saying what she thinks she says the opposite… But uhm… I could be wrong but that’s how I choose to look at it.”

Mei nodded again, quietly to herself to make it sound more reasonable. She was actually starting to believe in what she said, it didn’t sound that… wrong. It could definitely be that way – even if it was the euphemistic way to look at it. But she choose to see it that way this time because mourning over Vega’s way to interact with her was something she could do at a different time and place. Here wasn’t the wisest choice, and these were not the people to consult either.

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“No! That was not what I said, Vega just don’t show affection the way others do. It’s not that she hurts me, because I don’t see it that way, she’s just not true to her feelings… Or something like that. Instead of saying what she thinks she says the opposite… But uhm… I could be wrong but that’s how I choose to look at it.”

"But it still does not make sense, insulting someone she loves...," Butch spoke quietly and slowly, like he was thinking aloud.
"Unless... She did not love you. Perhaps, though when you were forced to incarceration, she notice your absence, and longed for your presence." Butch was not trying to shove Mei into a fearful or frustrated state of mind, but for once he was actually tying to figure the case out, of why Mei Archer killed Daryl Court.

When for now, the interrogations were a good distraction for Butch. The interrogations aided him in getting his mind set on something else rather on his secret sin. It was funny, days ago he could not say the interrogations were his peace of mind, maybe because you don't notice how good something bad is until something worse arises.

"Mei, how do you deal with anger? When someone infuriates you? What do you do?

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"But it still does not make sense, insulting someone she loves... Unless... She did not love you. Perhaps, though when you were forced to incarceration, she notice your absence, and longed for your presence."

Mei looked over at the man with disappointment, his version of the situation was not as pleasant as hers. To think that Vega didn’t love her at all was not something Mei even wanted to imagine. Vega must lover her, one way or another, right? They were siblings after all. Siblings do love each other, that are just common sense.

“I think you’re being uhm... mean. Not everyone does the same thing, you do what comes natural to you and being nice doesn’t come natural to Vega. Just because you love or like someone doesn’t mean you become flawless and never do anything that can hurt the other one. We’re all just humans and humans do mistakes.”

"Mei, how do you deal with anger? When someone infuriates you? What do you do?”

“Eh ah... I don’t get angry… I can’t think of any moment when I actually have felt that emotion. Uhm... sure I can be irritated at times but no, it never turns into anger. Anger wears you out and is such a negative emotion, sadness you can actually control but not anger. Sadness is what I experiences.”

Mei stared down at her hands, such a strange question actually. “How do you deal with anger?” well, everyone does their own thing right? And everyone doesn’t need to get angry at the smallest type of thing, Mei was somewhat a crybaby and she knew it but that was how she let out steam and showed her real feelings.

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“I think you’re being uhm... mean. Not everyone does the same thing, you do what comes natural to you and being nice doesn’t come natural to Vega. Just because you love or like someone doesn’t mean you become flawless and never do anything that can hurt the other one. We’re all just humans and humans do mistakes.”

Butch stopped, he was in deep thought as she spoke, in such deep thought he did not listen to her next words. Yes, we all make mistakes, however to Butch, his mistake was something he thought unforgivable. What then? Is it not better if we do not lean to love, if Butch never loved Dominique then Vanessa's death would have never resulted. Yeah, if Butch did not love Dominique, he would perhaps still be playing his in fantasy kingdom where women are his loyal servants, however at least then he would be using those who wish to be used. But in the end, no one die, no one would get hurt, or would they? At least not physically. Emotional, perhaps beyond repair.

“Eh ah... I don’t get angry… I can’t think of any moment when I actually have felt that emotion. Uhm... sure I can be irritated at times but no, it never turns into anger. Anger wears you out and is such a negative emotion, sadness you can actually control but not anger. Sadness is what I experiences.”

It was weird to Butch, he believed that every soul walking into Morus labelled as a danger to society was full of venom. But Mei wasn't, it seem the more she talked the more Butch learned from her or even just ponder at the state of her words in the least. Anger, she was right, anger could not be control. Butch could not control himself as he grappled his hands around Vanessa's slender neck, he could control himself as he squeezed out her every last breath. But in his sorrow, Butch prevented himself from taking a life, from taking his own life in those long and dreary nights.

But that was enough for Butch to send the footage to the press and them to magnify and disillusion the story to something breaking-news. Butch knew what the press could say, Mei bottled her feelings up, they could simply put out her words recorded from the interrogation files and use it out context but still seem convincing. But the thing was, Butch no long find the need for Mei's execution. Butch realize what a killer was, and Mei was not a killer.

"Thank you, for your time. You will be escorted out."

Thank you, did Butch really say that? It was stranger, like he almost held a respect for Mei. After Mei did leave, Butch turned to Dominique, "So, Capwell, we have a choice. We can either wait longer before we confirm that we are finished here. Or we could turn in all of work now, and get this over with. What do you say?"

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Mei

"Thank you, for your time. You will be escorted out."

Mei blinked surprised by what was occurring, this was it? Nothing more? The last couple of sections had been extremely short - and few as Petra had said. It was kind of strange... Had they already made up their mind or did they get all information out of Vega..? It made Mei rather anxious. She wanted to Vega to return so she could see that she was the same person as before.

"Oh okay..." She followed the guards out of the room as they came to fetch her, still unfocused by the rather confusing thoughts that flew around in her mind. She didn't like this new atmosphere, now she actually preferred the early sections because then they seemed to care. Now it just felt like the doom were right in front of her, she didn't want to think about it but it felt like she was balancing on the edge to the dark precipice. Maybe she should make that trip to the Junkyard now, because what was too late seemed to be breathing down her neck.

Dominique

"So, Capwell, we have a choice. We can either wait longer before we confirm that we are finished here. Or we could turn in all of work now, and get this over with. What do you say?"

Dominique jolted as Butch addressed her, she wasn't ready for this. Nervously she glanced over to the camera, she didn't know what to do or say. Was she supposed to be mean now also? No, Stranger couldn't expect that of her right? This was just work, business, her job, Butch had even addressed her with her last name and not the first. So he was being professional too! This had nothing to do with their personal life at all. Stranger couldn't expect her to ruin her career?

Terrified she glanced over at the camera time after time while swallowing, "I-I... S-Sure we can turn everything in... B-But doesn’t that mean that she will be executed? N-Not like it bo-bothers me, I-I'm just happy that I wouldn't need to meet you anymore. H-Help, you need help, i-it's something seriously wrong with you...” In a quiet voice she mumbled, “You're sickening."

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Petra

Mei returned again, but that was quite odd, usually Mei does not return until lunchtime and sometimes even yard time. Petra was puzzled, but then she started to worry that the case was coming to a close, their final decisions on Mei Archer's life shall be official, and unfortunately bloody. Those twenty-three days till execution would soon slim down to a few days, and fast. And thanks to Petra acting like a rat for Butch. She felt convicted by her decision, like the scream from Alva was now being muffled by guilt buried within. She always thought her worse fear was to be in a room with Alva, but then she learned that it truly was to be in a room with Mei to then reveal her dark secret. In a way, Petra was killing Mei.

"So how was it?" Petra asked, rising form her bed to acknowledge Mei. "The interrogations seem to be getting shorter..."

Butch


"I-I... S-Sure we can turn everything in... B-But doesn’t that mean that she will be executed? N-Not like it bo-bothers me, I-I'm just happy that I wouldn't need to meet you anymore. H-Help, you need help, i-it's something seriously wrong with you... You're sickening."

Butch sighed, did she really have to tell him that? Did he not already make note of how wrong and twisted he was the night before? And didn't Dominique also claimed that she cared about him? It was not Dominique to lie about things, and it was also not her to be stuttering. She never stutters at least not when she is not disturbed. Something was wrong, Butch supposedly suspected that it was the nightmares. Maybe he had become a monster in her dream world, a demon by delusions.

But it was even more strange, Dominique never quite include personal affairs in matters of business. So why is she now, sure murder is disturbing but it seemed that she would not suddenly bring it up. And what did she want Butch to do? Kill himself? Because he would if it took one more murder to make things right, but seemed too ironic.

"Listen, it does not seem like you to mixing personal problems and professional dilemmas together. I just thought because we've been working together to include you in decisions like this. This is another person's life..."

He whispered, "I want to do things right this time. Maybe... Mei is innocent..."

He back up and then asked, "You know what, forget about it, something wrong Dominique?"

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Mei

"So how was it? The interrogations seem to be getting shorter..."

Mei nodded quietly and walked over to her bed and sat down, "Yes... I've thought about it too... Uhm... Seems like I probably will leave this place soon..." Mei got quiet again and stared down at her hands, slowly moving her fingers around. After a short while of just sitting there without saying anything she laughed but shortly after the laughter was heard it turned into crying which grew stronger by time. She couldn't stop it, the only thing she could do was turn her back towards Petra and try to wipe away the tears.

"S-Sorry... I-It's just a bit... Hopeless..."

Dominique

"Listen, it does not seem like you to mixing personal problems and professional dilemmas together. I just thought because we've been working together to include you in decisions like this. This is another person's life... I want to do things right this time. Maybe... Mei is innocent... You know what, forget about it, something wrong Dominique?"

Dominique stared at the camera in the corner of her eye, what could she say to seek help but at the same time make it not to obvious that Stranger would notice? She didn't know! She was getting desperate by now, she didn't know what to do. She wanted to tell Butch about it, she wanted it so bad, but she was scared. Scared of the consequences. She looked up at Butch with desperate eyes, why couldn't he see it? The cameras, the cry for help. When she actually needed help she didn't get it.

"Y-Yes... Y-You're what's wrong..." She gripped his collar with shaking hands and leaned closer, making sure that Butch covered her for the cameras in the room, miming the cameras, help me as fast as she dared. She wasn't sure if Butch had gotten the message but she couldn't say it out loud because even if she whispered the sound could easily be raised so it could be heard, she knew that. Miming was the only choice she had and shortly after that she pushed him away from herself, biting her lip by the dull pain in the shoulder it caused. "Y-You're di-disgusting."

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Petra

It was like a dagger in the heart as Mei cried. Why, why did Petra make that stupid decision with Butch, it was like making a deal with the devil. Petra wish she could tell Mei about the microphone, but then Mei would no longer trust Petra to get her out. All Petra could think of doing now was getting that hammer. And once the hole in the ground is wide enough so that Petra can escape, she will search out for a map of the prison and a schedule of when supplies come in. And when supply ships drop by, Petra and Mei could sneak in. But sneaking in would be hard, well unless there is a distractions, and that distraction being a riot. No, Petra was simply dreaming. Like this would ever happen, could she pull it off in just a matter of days?

"Listen, cupcake, we are going to that junkyard today. I don't care about my sanity right now, I only care about you," Petra promised. The buzz soon rang. "But yet again, what am I suppose to do without my sanity... Listen, if you do this one thing for me... Get that hammer, I won't let you down."

Butch

He pushed Dominique away from him, what was she doing? He did not get the message, and even if he did Butch would not help Dominique unless she told him details, everything seemed too sketchy, too confusing. "Y-You're di-disgusting." After lightly shoving Dominique away from him Butch shook his head, "If you are gong to tell me something, then tell me. Dominique, you're acting weird. I care about you, but something's wrong. Is it your medicine? Forge to take a dose? Was it last night?-- I don't know, just tell me... please."

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Mei

"Listen, cupcake, we are going to that junkyard today. I don't care about my sanity right now, I only care about you. But yet again, what am I suppose to do without my sanity... Listen, if you do this one thing for me... Get that hammer, I won't let you down."

Mei sniffled and continued to try to dry the tears away, "O-Okay... I guess it doesn't matter if it goes wrong anyway because well... Yeah... It will turn out that way either way." She stared down at her hands and shrugged, "W-Wish me luck... Or something like that..."

After that Mei stood up without looking at Petra, she wanted to do that and smile to show that this was a piece of cake. That she was strong and independent and could handle it on her own, but she knew that she couldn't. She knew that she probably was one of the easiest prays on the ship since the only thing she actually could do was run. She couldn't fight, she had that knife yes but she couldn't use it. The thought that she had it on her made her uncomfortable, she couldn't use it. The idea of take out the blade from it made her shiver on the inside, she knew that is she tried to do it her hands would shake so much that she would drop the knife to the ground.

"Yeah..." Mei didn't know where she was going with the comment, she just wanted to say something. But her mind was blank so she just glanced over at Petra.

Dominique

"If you are gong to tell me something, then tell me. Dominique, you're acting weird. I care about you, but something's wrong. Is it your medicine? Forge to take a dose? Was it last night?-- I don't know, just tell me... please."

Stupid Butch, stupid, stupid, stupid! And seriously, he brought up her medicine? He made her sound like one of the insane inmates and the only way she would act normal was with drugs. Why did he even consider that? That was just wrong, and kind of depressing. Now she knew that, Butch saw her like some druggie. How terrific.

But how could she make him understand without causing too much damage, why was he so blind to her cries. Was it because she never had to do it before and he just didn't understand that she was able to actually ask to be saved? If she could ask for it like nothing he would surely understand but she couldn't, but was it really that hard for him to understand? But she should probably give him credits for getting the point that something was wrong, but the fact that he said it out loud made Stranger hear it also. Ah, she just didn't know anymore. Did this count as a letdown? Would somebody get hurt either way? If that was the case she could use that to just say it because she had screwed up either way. But... no. Something like that was more of a betrayal then just being bad at acting mean when she wasn't aggravated.

"L-Listen Butch... Things changed, you need help. There's something w-wrong with you. J-Just because someone erased the footage doesn’t make the thing you did undone. I'm as much entangled in this situation as you. C-Can't you see th-that you endanger me? S-So stay away, I-I d-don't want anything to do with a monster like you! Can't you see that this situation is wrong? And it was you who made it this way."

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Petra

It was yard time and Petra spend most of her time alone when Mei was absent. Petra was worried, was it right to send her friend down there, a place that turned Petra herself close to insanity. But without the hammer, the chance of escaping Morus in less than a couple weeks would be slim. The hole under the bed was just the start of their way out of there.

Petra saw Mei enter the yard with a group of other prisoners returning back from the Junkyard. Petra was overjoyed where she saw her cell mate and politely said, "Thank you so much, do you have it?" But as Petra was speaking to Mei, Vega stood there eying Petra with her arms folded.

"Do you have what?" Vega asked Mei with judgment and stress in her voice. Vega did not look happy at all, she looked upset and grumpy. "What are you doing Mei, who is this?"

"Is this your sister Mei?" Petra asked feeling nervous. Petra remembered Mie telling her that Vega may not like her. But Petra had always been friendly and patient with people, just as long they don't try to kill her. "My name is--"

"I don't care," snapped Vega. In Vega's eyes, she saw Petra as a criminal, and possibly a murderer. She did not know what Petra went to Morus for, but it can't be good, right? Prisons are for scumbag outlaws, and Petra could just as well be one.

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Mei had just experienced the scariest thing she had ever done, except when she suddenly got taken in for a murder she hadn’t executed. That was scary and confusing, this was scary on another plan. All the violence, the blood and being there alone. She was never going to do that again, it didn't matter who asked she was going to refuse. She hated to be down there alone. But the sight of Petra was calming, but her heart was still beating like crazy, like she was being chased all the way up here.

"Thank you so much, do you have it?"

Mei was just about to answer that when she heard Vega's voice, of course she was happy. She had missed Vega and been worried while she was away but Mei could even hear it in her voice, that she was not pleased at the moment. That was why Mei hesitated to look over at her because she was not looking forward to seeing what expression she had equipped herself with. But in the end she did glance over and once again felt like she was a little kid again and got scolded for not listening to the older sister. Somehow she felt shame and like she had disobeyed Vega when she knew she hadn't done anything wrong, and Mei was an adult she could decide for her own what she could and not could do.

"Is this your sister Mei?"

Maybe Mei would have answered if she wasn't feeling so bad at the moment, but she didn't have time to answer it either because Petra had figured it out on her own. But Vega didn't even let her introduce herself, Mei sympathized with Petra, she knew how hard Vega could be to handle. And today seemed like that sort of day.

Mei nervously swallowed and looked over at Vega again, "Oh... Oh, hi Vega... I have been worried since you disappeared... I-I'm glad your back... You seem fine too... That's g-great..." Mei stretched out her hand towards Petra, "Uhm... this is my cellmate... Petra... You know t-the one I mentioned... She's back too..."

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... Oh, hi Vega... I have been worried since you disappeared... I-I'm glad your back... You seem fine too... That's g-great..."

Petra stepped back away from Vega, Petra's met a lot of convicts like Vega, the wanna-be tough girls, trying to use their voice to make up for their puny appearance. But Vega did not look quite puny, but absolutely not threatening. And most of these convicts acting the way Vega is now, is exactly the type Petra would not be wanting to hold a conversation with, let alone escape with her. What if Vega later backstabs Petra? No, Petra was not sure she could trust Vega.

"Uhm... this is my cellmate... Petra... You know t-the one I mentioned... She's back too..."

"Mei, you know you are only getting yourself into trouble when you talk to these types of people. I know, because I befriended thugs like her, and later regretted it when...," Vega stopped, she was going to explain and go into how she was later arrested for her bad behavior and breaking law as a juvenile, everything Mei already knew about her sister. But Vega stopped because she did no want to reveal any of her life stories in front of this Petra.

"Mei, I need to talk to you... alone."

Vega glared at Petra and so Petra shrugged off and left, to give them the privacy Vega wished for. "This is not good, Mei. Do you know why I am back? I was suppose to be in solitary confinement for a week. Because, on my first day I acted an annoying guard in the interrogation room. They chastised me pretty hard too, had to be sent to the medical bay. But anyways, my cell was awful. It was like they shoved me in those mini-refrigerator things. Well... The council has slimmed the execution date down. We've only have a week, at the most. And I will be joining you in the firing squads. Its because of the riots, the people protesting in our names. The council see us as some icon that needs to be wiped from their minds. So they will wipe us... out."

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"Mei, you know you are only getting yourself into trouble when you talk to these types of people. I know, because I befriended thugs like her, and later regretted it when..."

Mei stared down at the ground, and here it goes again. The scolding. Mei hated it, the fact that she didn't tell Vega off, that she didn't stood up for herself and that Vega treated her this way. Like she was some little kid that couldn't see what was best for her, but Mei had taken care of herself and their mother without Vega interfering. This was humiliating but she didn't say anything any way.

"Mei, I need to talk to you... alone."

As Petra left Mei shrunk even more, she didn't feel like being left alone with Vega at the moment. She was not being fun... or nice. At least she couldn't say too much when Petra was present, when they were alone Vega could be even more brutal and Mei knew it. She wasn't looking forward to it so in her mind she was following Petra escaping from Vega who couldn't say or do anything about it, but in reality she was just standing there staring down at the ground as a depressed kid which was waiting for the harsh words of the parent's.

"This is not good, Mei. Do you know why I am back? I was suppose to be in solitary confinement for a week. Because, on my first day I acted an annoying guard in the interrogation room. They chastised me pretty hard too, had to be sent to the medical bay. But anyways, my cell was awful. It was like they shoved me in those mini-refrigerator things. Well... The council has slimmed the execution date down. We've only have a week, at the most. And I will be joining you in the firing squads. Its because of the riots, the people protesting in our names. The council see us as some icon that needs to be wiped from their minds. So they will wipe us... out."

That was not what she had expected to hear, it was not like the usual scolding’s and mean words Vega uttered. This was... something completely different. She wasn't sure what it was first but when it hit her she got cold on the inside. Did Vega mean that both of them would be dead in probably less than a week? So... Mei would die... now? At the age of 24? She wasn't even close to the age when people normally died, her life had just begun! But maybe she should be happy that she got six more years then Leo. It was something, maybe not much but at least a couple of years. She had spent the time doing things she liked and things she didn't like, she hadn't wasted them that much...

"So...? What is it that you are suggesting then?"

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"So...? What is it that you are suggesting then?"

"I don't know, this ship is a big place, and I have spent less than a week in it, and I would think that it would it take years to learn this place. I don't suppose... we could not do anything other than try... try helplessly and hopelessly," Vega muttered, this was the reason why she was in a bad mood, to lose her little sister and herself to a bunch of self-conceited councilmen riding on their high horse.

"I'm sorry, that I'm not being quite friendly right now... It just that...," Vega stopped, her sorrow was to hard to describe, to hard to even hold in. Vega never was the one to cry easily or to become sadden quickly, she would instead take this sorrow and built it in, and mold it into anger. "If we make it out of here alive, I'm going to bring the council down."

Vega was dead serious, she would strike ever councilman until they beg her with there very last breath. At first, Vega whole mission was to save Mei from a punishment she never desired not kill anyone in the process or after it. But she never imagined what this punishment would be like, a place like Morus, did she really have to be sent to this prison?

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"I don't know, this ship is a big place, and I have spent less than a week in it, and I would think that it would it take years to learn this place. I don't suppose... we could not do anything other than try... try helplessly and hopelessly. "I'm sorry, that I'm not being quite friendly right now... It just that... If we make it out of here alive, I'm going to bring the council down."

Mei glanced over at Petra, should she say it? She should say it, she didn't want to leave Vega in the dark and Petra wouldn't know that she had told Vega either. Someday maybe, but not today. If it now worked out as Petra had thought it would, because Mei hoped she had some plan or something like that, Vega would be left on the ship. And Mei couldn't live with that on her conscience. Vega had come here to help her so Mei couldn't just leave her.

She went closer to Vega and stretched up to her ear, she knew it was a secret such a secret that Petra didn't even utter it out loud. But Petra wasn't nearby now so she wouldn't know that Mei did it, because Mei didn't get why she couldn't talk about it. With a low voice Mei whispered, "Uhm... V-Vega this is a secret so don't talk about it when Petra is close by but... She asked me to get a hammer because she's trying to make us escape at the moment, d-don't get mad! In our cell she has a secret stash hidden in the floor and under it there is a hole, she has been working on making it bigger. I've seen it. B-But don't let her know that I told you because she was really strict about not mentioning it out loud at all!"

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"Uhm... V-Vega this is a secret so don't talk about it when Petra is close by but... She asked me to get a hammer because she's trying to make us escape at the moment, d-don't get mad! In our cell she has a secret stash hidden in the floor and under it there is a hole, she has been working on making it bigger. I've seen it. B-But don't let her know that I told you because she was really strict about not mentioning it out loud at all!"

An escape plan? What if only gets them killed? If the guards see them in the process of escaping, they have the freedom to shoot, and the cops will. Unless, they were too important to be shot on sight. But the value of the Archers sisters had ran out, the case was closed and either way they were going to be executed, unless they flee from Morus.

So this Petra held their fate? Petra was practically the leader of this escape route, going through this plan would put Vega and her sister's life in Petra's hands. Vega did not like one bit, but she had no choice to be picky in situations like this. Vega wanted to learn a little more about this person, Petra. Why is she in prison? Does she have family? What was her childhood like? Vega wished to know Petra's background, because that would at least ease the nerves of this adventure, once she knew who she was working with.

But another question slipped Vega's mind even more, thus she whispered back to Mei in question, "Where did you get the hammer? How did you get it?"

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"Where did you get the hammer? How did you get it?"

Mei started to nervously move her body around where she stood, too scared to look Vega in the eyes. She would have preferred if Vega had asked anything else but that, that answer wasn't going to make her happy. Not happy at all and Mei knew that, with all Vega's talk about not trusting Petra and being careful. The place were Mei had been all alone was probably not the place Vega wanted her to visit... at all.

"Uhm... Yeah... You see... There is this place... Called the junkyard and that was where I went to get it..." Mei spoke already with a quiet voice but after nervously trying to swallow the lump which was growing bigger in her throat down the voice got even smaller, "That's the place where they keep the insane one's... and everyone can pretty much do anything, that's the interpretation I have anyway... They fight and such... That's where I got separated from Petra last time..."

Mei stopped talking and quickly took a step backward, she knew that Vega wasn't going to get physical because that had never happened but Mei didn't feel like being too close to her as she realized what Mei just had said. She knew it would upset her and she was already in a bad mood. Mei didn't like it at all, it felt a little bit like pouring gasoline on an already established fire.

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"Uhm... Yeah... You see... There is this place... Called the junkyard and that was where I went to get it..."

The junkyard? That was a strange name. And Vega was beginning to not like Mei's response, why was she going in a place called the junkyard? The name sounds shady enough for someone in their right mind to think to not go there. Why was Mei putting herself through this? Vega was starting to be against travelling with Petra, this girl made her sister go to a place called the junkyard. It did not sound right, not one bit. Petra folded her arms, not in disappoint but in anger, it was like she was trying to compact the anger inside.

"That's the place where they keep the insane one's... and everyone can pretty much do anything, that's the interpretation I have anyway... They fight and such... That's where I got separated from Petra last time..."

Vega burst out sharply, "You mean to tell me, you went to a place so dangerous that you could have your neck slit, without anybody's concern nor care. Do you even trust this bitch, Petra, whatever her name is. She did not even go with you to this hellhole, though it is the hammer you are getting for her. What if she uses that thing to bust your head in? Are you just asking to be killed?"

Vega had already lost Leo, she would give up her own life it were meant to save Mei, Vega sighed and lowered her voice, "Do you know how far I go to protect you? Why do you have to do this shit to me?"

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"You mean to tell me, you went to a place so dangerous that you could have your neck slit, without anybody's concern nor care. Do you even trust this bitch, Petra, whatever her name is. She did not even go with you to this hellhole, though it is the hammer you are getting for her. What if she uses that thing to bust your head in? Are you just asking to be killed? Do you know how far I go to protect you? Why do you have to do this shit to me?"

Mei began to tremble as Vega spoke, she knew that this was what was going to happen but it hurt either way. She knew Vega was right, it had been a stupid choice for Mei to go there alone - but she had made it out so why was Vega so mad now? Shouldn't she be happy that Mei had been brave enough to actually go there by herself and made it? Wasn't that proof enough that Mei could take care of herself? But apparently it didn't count anyway.

"I-I'm sorry... I-I know it was a stupid of m-me... I was going to wait for y-you to return before going b-but we was scared th-that you wasn't going to return before it was too late... P-Petra couldn't go with me be-because she's scared o-of one of the insane ones... The one that made her get there f-for an amount of time... I-I'm really sorry... B-But if I haven’t went there I w-would die anyway..."

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Vega was not even listening to her sister apologize, sorry could not extinguish the fiery coals within her hot-headed mindset. Sure, there could not be a cure for Vega's flaw, but only due time will she settle down. Vega was the type of person who thought she was always right about something, especially if she were to talk to someone younger than her, such as Mei. And when she told something besides what she trusts in, then Vega spits venom. And when she was angered, it is not seen like childish fit, but you can see the hate in Vega's eyes, like looking for vengeance. Almost scary in a way.

"Mei, just don't talk to me...," Vega snarled and walked off with a frown.

Petra came over with a face trying to smile, trying to act like the moment was cheerful like usual. But Petra could not put on her usual mask, the moment could not be sprayed with this artificial joy. Why was Vega so mean to her sister? It bothered Petra, she wished she could stop Vega from doing that to Mei, but Petra feared she would only make things worse.

"I thought it would go better than that...," muttered Petra. "Are you a-alright, sweetie?"

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"Mei, just don't talk to me..."

Mei winced as Vega responded, that was not the response she had been expecting. She had thought that Vega would take her apologies but apparently not. It came as a surprise to Mei actually, she had a hard time figuring out why Vega would come here for her when she couldn't even trust or listen to her. It felt some kind of joke. Why was Vega so stubborn all the time? Mei kind of hated it.

"Oh okay..." Mei wanted to follow Vega as she walked away but she wasn't stupid enough to think that it would make her anything else but even more furious. She felt disappointed and somewhat humiliated.

"I thought it would go better than that... Are you a-alright, sweetie?"

Mei winced once again, not because she got shocked by the harsh words this time it was because she hadn't heard Petra getting closer. She was taken by surprise as she suddenly spoke and to tell the truth Mei wasn't feeling like socializing or talking at the moment. She wanted to sit in a corner and sulk over what had just happened. She was sad, really sad. It hurt quite a bit.

"Oh yeah sure, I'm used to it anyway. She's like that all the time... It doesn’t even bother me a little!" Maybe Mei could play strong but even if she put on a smile which seemed more sad than happy her voice still quivered at times. "She's just mad!"

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Petra

Later that night Petra slowly and as quietly as she could, Petra struck the hole to widen it in size. This was a big risk, Petra was taking, especially because the Archer sister case was close, thus Petra being a rat to Butch no longer matter. So, if they were to discover what Petra had been doing she could be sent back down to the asylum, or worse, shot.

Morning arose and Petra did not get her hole finished to the size she wanted, sure it was bigger, but not big enough. Petra was starting to get doubts about Vega going on the trip. Honestly, to Petra, Vega looked like she would only endanger them all, or at least Petra. And Petra has been in Morus too long to let anyone to steal something so good as an escape from this hell, away from her hands. However, then there was Mei, of course she would not escape but let Petra shun Vega from the trip. But in the end Petra knew she was leaving.

"Good m-morning, sunshine," Petra greeted Mei as she awoke. Petra was at her usual spot, near the sink, brushing her hair out with an old comb.

Butch

He was in dire panic due to the news he received. Butch did not know what to do, should he call Dominique or tell her in person? He rushed his uniform on and dialed his phone, impatiently he just wanted Dominique to answer he phone. Butch did not know things would turn for the worse, that somehow things would hopefully go back to normal. That Dominique would be safe, though he is not protecting her every dying minute, and that the rest of his term on Morus would move on swimmingly.

"Dominique you need to meet me in my room now," Butch blurted, speaking with such speed you could barely understand him.

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Mei

The noise had been heard all night and Mei could guess what it was also, that was why she hadn’t said anything but tried to ignore it and fall asleep anyway. Maybe it was a bit harder than usual but in the end she had passed out from exhaustion. Even Mei herself was a bit surprised as she awoke that she had been able to get some sleep at all with Petra working at the other side of the room.

"Good m-morning, sunshine."

It was an rather calming view to see Petra were she stood and acting like she had done in the beginning, it made Mei relaxed as she sat up in bed. To have her company was much better than being all alone in here, and her usual routine made Mei think that maybe everything was alright. That it wasn't as bad as she knew it was, it was just a good thing for her to have something that didn't change. Everything else seemed to not be able to decide how it should be.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" It wasn't like Mei asked about Petra's plan, so she thought it was okay to ask something like that. She just wanted to know for how long Petra had been working and with that she disguised the question by talking about sleep instead.

Dominique

As usual Dominique hadn't slept that well, to be honest she hadn't slept at all. It wasn't that she had tried to sleep or so, she hadn't taken her sleeping pills at all at night or even turned off the lamp. She had been too busy with trying to find information that could help her out with the whole Duke situation. Sleep seemed like a luxury she gladly put aside for more important means. When her phone rang she was not purposely ignoring it, she was just too into her scribbles not noticing the call at first. It took her a while to actually hear the signal and understanding that it was the phone who wanted her attention.

"Dominique you need to meet me in my room now."

Dominique sat there quiet for a while just trying to figuring out what Butch had just said, he seemed stressed again. She took that as a bad sign. A bad sign for what she didn't know, but she was pretty sure that it wasn't anything she actually wanted to know either. She had her hands full with the mess Duke had left her with and now she had another mess to sort out? She didn't like it, she didn't like it at all. How much bad luck could one human possibly have? Dominique's luck seemed to have left her completely alone which was rather unsettling.

"Your room was it? Sure, I make my way over there now then," Dominique ended the call and stretched out her sore muscles, she hadn't noticed how tired her body was but now when out of her trance she could feel how they complained about being still for so long. After that she collected the paper's she had been using to write down her thoughts and information she had found into a big pile before leaving the room. She didn't like the thought of leaving all of her research there but she knew that she couldn't bring it along with her either because that would raise attention so she had no choice but to do so.

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Petra

"Good morning, did you sleep well?"

"Fantastic," Petra responded cheerful but in an obvious lie, because it was obvious that she was not asleep, nor did she get any sleep. But the fact was, Petra could not pull herself to sleep, not when escape sounds and smells so sweet, all she has to do now is taste that victory.

But speaking of escape, there was the Vega problem, and honestly Petra could not trust Mei's sister. Though, how was Petra suppose to tell her that? It seemed like a hard thing to do. And it would be impossible to have Mei along the trip, but to leave Vega behind. What did Mei see in Vega? Petra never understood it, because Petra never had a biological family, well she has biological members she believes she is somehow connected through by blood, but not anyone of them could she call family.

"Listen, I never thanked you enough for what you did for me. If there is anything I can do for you, I will, or at least die trying."

Butch

Butch did look different today, as soon as Dominique left his quarters the day before, he immediately shaved his head and his face, showing how serious he took Dominique's comments. But he also looked a lot different, because he showed panic and fear like he took the reality of his life being endanger more urgent than ever.

Sweat dripped from Butch's forehead as if he were to the verge of an anxiety attack. And Butch for the most of his life, never felt worry, sadness and anger, yes, but never worry. Because all through Butch's life, things were fine, things were luxurious. There was always a roof over his head, money in his pockets, a meal on his plate. He never feared for his life or the life of others, because the only workplace he had served in were prisons, maximum security prisons where the prisoners did not have the full capability to kill officers. But now people are dying, no not just dying, people were being killed.

"As-captain-I-was-reported-that-janitor-Karl-Jones-is-dead," Butch's words were all jumbled together and he spoke just as Dominique walked in. Karl Jones was an elderly man, very friendly but meek and quiet, he was a humble person. Unfortunately and sadly Jones was recognized dead just that morning. The estimate is that he died that midnight in his shower, there was a container of pills set on his counter sink. There is a claimed that the old man overdosed, but Butch feared Duke had something to do with it.

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Mei

"Fantastic. Listen, I never thanked you enough for what you did for me. If there is anything I can do for you, I will, or at least die trying."

That sounded a bit drastic, "die trying". Mei didn't like that choice of words, there was others who would be more comprehending. Why choose such word's when she knew that it hurt Mei. But well yes, the point of the sentence was rather nice. Mei hadn't expected anything back for doing that but to know that Petra would offer that made Mei appreciate her even more.

"Thank you, that's nice of you. It wasn't that hard but I will let you know it there is something I need help with," Well that was a lie, but she didn't want Petra to feel bad for letting her go on her own. She didn't want Petra to react as Vega, even if she probably wouldn't. She just wanted everyone to be happy instead because she was getting tired by Vega's negativity all the time. It felt like he never would be pleased. Even if Mei saved her from the prison she would find something to complain about, probably the fact that it was Mei who saved her when it should had been otherwise. Mei was getting rather tired of Vega.

Dominique

"As-captain-I-was-reported-that-janitor-Karl-Jones-is-dead."

Dominique frowned, what? She didn't know who the man was, she hadn't heard the name before so she couldn't see what Butch was so stressed about. So he died in an accident, by unknown causes? Or why had she called her here to tell her about this? It seemed a bit strange at the moment.

She walked into the room completely and folded her arms, she needed more information about this before she could draw conclusions. "Could you take that one more time? I'm sorry but I can't read thoughts and at the moment I don't know what you are talking about. So Butch take some deep breaths and explain a bit more why this is special? It's not to be mean it just I need a bit more information than that and you need to slow it down a bit if you want me to understand what you are talking about."

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Petra

"Thank you, that's nice of you. It wasn't that hard but I will let you know it there is something I need help with."

"Sure, what is it? I will help you with anything," Petra answered eagerly. Petra felt if she helped Mei out, somehow she would feel that she would no longer owe Mei one. Petra felt almost as if she was in Mei debt, but maybe she is. Perhaps Petra deserves to be at Mei's feet serve her every dying minute to atone for Petra's most regretted sin, the sin of betrayal.

Every night Petra reminds herself of who she is. When first entering the prison, she was not an insane backstabber acting as a spy for the captain of Morus. Petra stares at her scar slashed down the wrist, recalling the time she laid against the hospital bed and watched as the doctor drew a knife down. Petra screamed, but the pain objected more towards the fact she was pissing away her own friend. Sometimes Petra wonders if she should ever tell Mei, but won't Vega have been right all along? That Petra was to not be trusted.

Butch

"Could you take that one more time? I'm sorry but I can't read thoughts and at the moment I don't know what you are talking about. So Butch take some deep breaths and explain a bit more why this is special? It's not to be mean it just I need a bit more information than that and you need to slow it down a bit if you want me to understand what you are talking about."

Butch nodded and sat against his sofa where he nervously fiddled with his fingers and tapped his foot against the floor. Someone died? Well of course someone died, Morus is a massive ship, housing thousands of people, people who shelter in the ship for at least two years. And within those two years, people die. Butch never gave a notice when people died though, sure he was notified, but Butch sent the body back to earth and to their family, and went his merry way.

However, Butch now feared that Duke was killing people. And if anyone was good at throwing accusations, it was Butch. But, since he killed someone himself, he could not faithful accuse someone of murder. So, not every accusation has trustful feeling. Butch was worried even more, how many bodies would it take until Duke decides to take Dominique. Thus, you could imagine, Butch would be protective of Dominique even more than ever, when he starts to hear news of people dying.

"Someone d-died...," Butch muttered. "That's all that is needed to know... Sure it was an overdose, or at least it looks like... But what matters is that what if Duke is doing this? What if he gets to you?"

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Mei

"Sure, what is it? I will help you with anything."

"Ah um... There isn't anything at the moment... Like I said, I will let you know if I come to think about anything..."

That surprised Mei, she hadn't prepared to be asked about what kind of assistance she needed right away. Because Mei couldn't think of anything she wanted to get from Petra, well not something that was counted as a favor. Sure there were things Mei wanted to ask but she was not that dumb that she would use such an opportunity for something like an answer. But then it actually came to Mei, what she wanted help with, but she wasn't going to say it now because it could easily be ignored and then rationalized as if the favor had been forgotten. Mei had helped Petra to get the hammer so she could escape, Mei wanted Vega to get the opportunity to escape to and now Petra had to help her with it. Mei was going to demand it. When the time was right. She would at least try.

Dominique

"Someone d-died... That's all that is needed to know... Sure it was an overdose, or at least it looks like... But what matters is that what if Duke is doing this? What if he gets to you?"

Dominique looked over at Butch while trying to hide her dissatisfaction, that was not nearly as much information as she wanted to get. So some man she didn't even know about had died? By an overdose? So was Butch's allegations substantiated with the help of things she was not told anything about? Things like signs of a struggle, someone breaking in, his mental state? Dominique knew that they wouldn't find anything on the cameras even if they looked but if it now was Duke that had made that man take an overdose there should be signs of a struggle, right? Why would someone let a stranger inside his room and then convince or prop him full of medicines without fighting back? It didn't seem right and the lack of information made her rather annoyed. She knew she wasn't a crime investigator and that was not something she had ever worked with but now she was rather eager to take a look at the death scene just so she could find out more. Why was he holding her in the dark about it, he should know that it just made her want to investigate it more as the paper and information loving person she was.

Dominique sighed, "You have people that are investigating it at the moment, right? I'm sure they will find out if it was a murder or not, but let's think of it rationally before working ourselves up Butch. How was Duke supposed to make that man take an overdose without leaving any traces if that's now the case? That seems more like magic than a possibility, or do you have any ideas how he convinced the man to kill himself? Oh..."

That was when it hit her, what if it was blackmailing? It was a possibility. Duke had done that to her, who knew how many other's he could be playing like marionettes at the moment. He had told her that if she mentioned it to Butch that he would erase the traces of their conversations - making it disappear. Not leaving any traces of ever getting in touch with her. So what if that was how he had done it? Now Butch's panic didn't seem as an exaggeration anymore.

"So let's just say that somehow Duke pushed that man to suicide by blackmailing him... And then erased all of the conversations he had with the man... It does sound possible I think. But why would Duke start killing people now, he hasn't made any demands? Or a better question, what could he possibly want from that man if it now was so that he blackmailed him so harshly that the man took the easy way out of it?"

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"Ah um... There isn't anything at the moment... Like I said, I will let you know if I come to think about anything..."

"Oh, right, sorry," Petra apologized kindly, because she felt that she had the obligation to complete this simple favor, because to her, this was not a simple favor, but a way to atone for her biggest and most horrid mistake yet. There was still plenty of time before they were herded like cattle to the cafeteria. So, a great way Petra could spend her time, was conversing with her cellmate. "I have been probing you questions for sometime, is there anything you want to ask me about for a change?" Petra had been feeling like an interrogator lately, perhaps because she technically one, and regretted it so.

Butch

"You have people that are investigating it at the moment, right? I'm sure they will find out if it was a murder or not, but let's think of it rationally before working ourselves up Butch. How was Duke supposed to make that man take an overdose without leaving any traces if that's now the case? That seems more like magic than a possibility, or do you have any ideas how he convinced the man to kill himself? Oh..."

Butch considered conducting an investigation, however he convinced himself otherwise, because there could be two problems caused because of a simple investigation. Problem one, the investigation may spring up atrocious evidence, causing people to stir themselves up in madness and fear, a great emotion the warden would surely not want going on in Morus. However, problem two, if nothing is discovered then Butch may appear to those working and for him, as a man suffering from a severe case of paranoia. Butch was thankful and gracious for the relationship he shared with Dominique, being able to trust and converse her with these types of issues floating through his head. It was if Dominique was Butch's fresh breath of air he could inhale and purified his lunge as the stress and pressure of life lingered as toxic in the wind.

"So let's just say that somehow Duke pushed that man to suicide by blackmailing him... And then erased all of the conversations he had with the man... It does sound possible I think. But why would Duke start killing people now, he hasn't made any demands? Or a better question, what could he possibly want from that man if it now was so that he blackmailed him so harshly that the man took the easy way out of it?"

"Maybe, Duke has been killing people all along, a sickening thought, but what if we are just now realizing why people are dying on this ship? Maybe he is not the one physically murdering them, but the blackmail, the loss they face when they do not fulfill his demands. And maybe, what he wanted from Jones was something he could no longer or perhaps refuse to give to Duke. Duke hurts the man hard enough that Jones resorts to suicide. And what if Duke is not working alone, you it would be hard to keep track of so many lives on Morus. I don't think even the warden could do that herself, because if she could then I would not be able to get away with some things in the past. But anyways how many body will it take until we find the bigger picture?"

Butch paused and stood up staring at Dominique, "Or maybe, I am thinking to hard, and need to think simpler, as simple as, I don't want you to leave my sight." It had already been obvious that Butch is very protective about Dominique, because he loves her deeply, but another sweetheart belonging to Butch was power. Butch had always yearned for the ability to enforce control over another, to feel superior. And though he does not mean to reveal this ugly part of him, but if Dominique would not accept his protection, then he would use his power.

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Mei

"Oh, right, sorry. I have been probing you questions for sometime, is there anything you want to ask me about for a change?"

Mei had a couple of things she wanted to ask, or a lot perhaps she hadn’t even thought about everything she wanted to know yet. There were just things she had picked up these couple of days, or week, Mei had lost track of time. It was always the same anyway, so it was great that other’s seemed to have that knowledge. Maybe they thought about it while Mei forgot to do so after some days.

“So there is this thing I have been thinking about… I remember you talking about that it seemed like everyone in here was a problem for the council and that’s the reason for them to get here…” Mei was a bit uncertain if she wanted to know this but she had to ask anyway, “So why are you here, what did you do?”

Dominique

"Maybe, Duke has been killing people all along, a sickening thought, but what if we are just now realizing why people are dying on this ship? Maybe he is not the one physically murdering them, but the blackmail, the loss they face when they do not fulfill his demands. And maybe, what he wanted from Jones was something he could no longer or perhaps refuse to give to Duke. Duke hurts the man hard enough that Jones resorts to suicide. And what if Duke is not working alone, you it would be hard to keep track of so many lives on Morus. I don't think even the warden could do that herself, because if she could then I would not be able to get away with some things in the past. But anyways how many body will it take until we find the bigger picture?"

So there has been more suicides happening on the ship? Or a lot of death caused by accidents, well by the look accident’s but in reality Duke? Or someone else who he’s working with? Dominique didn’t like the thought of there being more people like Duke out there. But it didn’t mean that they were on the ship, right? They already had one man on the inside so why would they need more? The only reason for endangering more people like that was if they had some plans with the ship, trying to take the ship or destroy it perhaps. But no Dominique couldn’t think that it was the case, in here head there only were one possibility and it was that Duke had been sent here on his own. He was the man on the inside while if he now had more people on his side was somewhere else only looking or acting by cyberspace.

"Or maybe, I am thinking to hard, and need to think simpler, as simple as, I don't want you to leave my sight."

Dominique folded her arms and stared back at him, that ticked her off. She had been trying to avoid that topic, ignoring it when he brought it up while explaining what had happened. She had hoped that he would be as intrigued by the conspiracy theories as her. That was something she would like to discuss much more than this. But no, he had to bring it up again. It felt like he would continue with this until she gave in but she didn’t want to. She didn’t appreciate how he said it either, somehow it felt like he demanded her to listen to him. That was why she was getting annoyed, she would have preferred to have him asking if it was okay with her not demanding her like he had the right to do so. Well sure he was in higher ranks when it came to work but that had nothing to do with her personal life, so he had no right to do that to her.

“So you are saying that the only reason for you to call me here was to say that I’m not allowed to leave? I can’t agree with that. I have every right to leave whenever I want to, why would this time be different from yesterday just because someone died and it maybe has something to do with Duke? And it would be much nicer if you could ask for my opinion on the matter instead of talking like you have already decided the outcome. ”

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Petra

“So there is this thing I have been thinking about… I remember you talking about that it seemed like everyone in here was a problem for the council and that’s the reason for them to get here… So why are you here, what did you do?”

Petra took a seat on Mei's bed next to her. She remembered telling Mei a little bit about what she did on the first day,but Mei must have forgotten. Petra was not nervous or embarrassed about telling her friend about her past, yeah it might of been ugly but to Petra, every neck she ever sliced was because she had no choice. Petra was not insane, well at least not when she first checked into the prison, and last she checked Petra has been trying to knit her sanity back together since the alyssum.

"Well, I'm an orphan, and orphans are sometimes, no, most of the times, treated worse than stray cats. We're just someone's tossed over baggage, and no one wants trash. Then there was a man, we called him Papa, because he was like our father-figure, you know, taught us virtues, like honor and generosity. But the funny think is that we were really a band of thieves, but we stole in an act of justice, to give to those who really needed it."


Butch

“So you are saying that the only reason for you to call me here was to say that I’m not allowed to leave? I can’t agree with that. I have every right to leave whenever I want to, why would this time be different from yesterday just because someone died and it maybe has something to do with Duke? And it would be much nicer if you could ask for my opinion on the matter instead of talking like you have already decided the outcome. ”

"Because I already know what your opinion is," Butch replied, because he knew Dominique, and predicted she would not want to be guarded or maybe how she sees it, tied down by Butch. And Butch was sure of this because of the night before, when he stated that he wanted her to stay in his room for the night, she preferred not to. Sure Butch could not pull himself to force her to remain in his quarters like Dominique was some kind of trapped animal. But he would pester her until Dominique gave in, if she gives in.

“Why can’t you see that I’m only protecting you?” Butch stood up, speaking much more bossy and putting emphasis when he said the word, you. “You don’t know everything, Dominique. You did not know that a sniper would come down and chew up your squad. You did not know for the rest of your life you could not properly fire a gun without feeling a painful sting because of that one moment, that bullet. And you don’t know if you are Duke’s next target. I don’t know, but sometimes we have to be prepared or we have no fighting chance.”

Though Butch was not talking politely, you still hear the amount of concern in his voice, sort of like a father being over-protective. And that was another think, Butch saw Dominique as an independent woman who is smart enough to stay out of trouble. But when trouble makes its way over to her, Butch does not think she could have a fighting chance.

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Mei

"Well, I'm an orphan, and orphans are sometimes, no, most of the times, treated worse than stray cats. We're just someone's tossed over baggage, and no one wants trash. Then there was a man, we called him Papa, because he was like our father-figure, you know, taught us virtues, like honor and generosity. But the funny think is that we were really a band of thieves, but we stole in an act of justice, to give to those who really needed it."

Mei nodded slowly, "Oh... So something like the stories of Robin Hood?"

Mei didn't know if she was right in the statement because it was a long time she had actually heard the story, she just remembered it from her childhood. It was one of those bedtime stories her mother used to tell to the siblings, she often had used other's well known old stories maybe because those were her own personal favorites. Mei had never liked or disliked them because she had always had a hard time imagined how a world like that would look like.

"It sounds a bit sad... Well not totally but just a bit. Why would anyone abandoned their own child? Aren't families supposed to stick together... But let's not talk about that, so what happened to everyone then? Did they get brought in at the same time as you or did they escape?"

Dominique

"Because I already know what your opinion is."

Dominique averted her eyes from him, staring at the wall instead. Being to grumpy at the moment to answer that, so what if he already knew the answer. She would have been happier with being asked what she thought about it instead of being told how it should be. If she had gotten the question she would perhaps think about it, now she was just being uncooperative because she was angry at how he had put it.

“Why can’t you see that I’m only protecting you? You don’t know everything, Dominique. You did not know that a sniper would come down and chew up your squad. You did not know for the rest of your life you could not properly fire a gun without feeling a painful sting because of that one moment, that bullet. And you don’t know if you are Duke’s next target. I don’t know, but sometimes we have to be prepared or we have no fighting chance.”

Dominique already knew all that. She knew that she didn't know everything there is to know, she couldn't read the future. No one could. But what hurt was how he had put it, bringing those things up. As he talked you could see how her expression got sourer and sourer, how she clenched her teeth’s and hands. He could say it anyway he wanted to but all she could here was those disparaging words, how he could bring up that once more when he knew how it ended last time.

In an angry tone she answered while still averting her eyes to the wall, she could not look at him, not after those words, "So what makes you believe that me being with you would make things safer? What makes you so much greater than me? Is it the shoulder, the fact that I'm not as highly appreciated here on the ship as you and can't get away with all the things you can, the lack of close to combat experience or just the fact that I'm a weak female in your eyes?"

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Petra

"Oh... So something like the stories of Robin Hood?"

"Yeah, I guess," Petra responded unsure, because she had never read Robin Hood. In fact, Petra never had much experience with reading, she did not know how to read until she was into her twenties, and still struggles with the task.

"It sounds a bit sad... Well not totally but just a bit. Why would anyone abandoned their own child? Aren't families supposed to stick together... But let's not talk about that, so what happened to everyone then? Did they get brought in at the same time as you or did they escape?"

"Well, you see as a group we never got caught, we were quick and cunning, mainly because of our morale as a team. No, not as a team, but as a family, was motivated each other you see. We usually travelled and dropped down from an airship that I called my home. And there was a boy there named Jack who always tried to best me at everything I did, even if did not involve him, all Jack wanted to do was beat me. But the truth was he kept this rival up because he loved me, and I later fell in love with him. And yeah, everything may have seemed perfect at the time, but..."

Petra got very quiet and still, "The council... they threatened to drop on a bomb on his if Papa and his wife did not surrendered. Some people say I actions were out of control, those some people were filthy rich sons of bitches. So Papa and his wife surrendered, where they were later then... e-executed... live, like all the executions. And without Papa, our group started to fall and soon we separated, but I kept living my dream like Papa was still alive, like things were normal. Jack stayed with me though, but he did not continue stealing from the rich, I did though. And then I was later arrested for being so stupid. But when I was arrested the authorities fortunately did not know I was from Papa's rebellion. And if they did... I would have been torture until I revealed where all the other kids went, even if I had no clue where they are, and I don't. The damn council, I hate all of them."

Butch

"So what makes you believe that me being with you would make things safer? What makes you so much greater than me? Is it the shoulder, the fact that I'm not as highly appreciated here on the ship as you and can't get away with all the things you can, the lack of close to combat experience or just the fact that I'm a weak female in your eyes?"

"Why do you always have to think I am attacking you? I'm the one trying to help, damn it!" Butch could tell Dominique was angry, and maybe he did no put things right and he knew he had a bad tone of his voice also, but he let his pure stubbornness and maybe even anger himself, get the best of him. "And sure it is cruel of me to bring up your past, but I think it makes a good point. That things happens, tragedies happen and we won't know about it until it happens. And so what if I think you are weaker, I saw how Duke elbowed your shoulder. And how he quickly staggered up, escaping from your grasp. You're smaller than the both of us and you have more weakness then we do. So stop acting like you have the physical capability to defeat him, becaue you don't."

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Mei

Mei listened to Petra’s story, getting sadder as it progressed. Mei couldn’t believe that people could have gone through things like that, that was something from fictional stories. But apparently there were people who had those kind of lives now days too. Things Mei only knew of from imagined worlds. But even if Mei thought the world Petra had lived in was depressing Mei was a bit fascinated. That was a life completely different to hers, which was why she found Petra’s world intriguing. Mei could only fantasies about things like that, her life was ordinary. It was ordinary until all this started.

“The damn council, I hate all of them."

Mei smiled sadly and nodded, “I can’t say I’m such a big fan either… Not after this. Before I didn’t care about them, who was I to make a stand against them. I was just a nobody. Well not anymore I guess… Who doesn’t know about me and Vega now?”

Dominique

"Why do you always have to think I am attacking you? I'm the one trying to help, damn it!"

Dominique couldn’t see why listening to these things should help her. She just felt anger and humiliation by this argument. She didn’t like it and she disliked it the more they got into it because she knew he was right in what he said. She just hated how he said it. Why couldn’t he just be nicer towards her instead?

"And sure it is cruel of me to bring up your past, but I think it makes a good point. That things happens, tragedies happen and we won't know about it until it happens. And so what if I think you are weaker, I saw how Duke elbowed your shoulder. And how he quickly staggered up, escaping from your grasp. You're smaller than the both of us and you have more weakness then we do. So stop acting like you have the physical capability to defeat him, becaue you don't."

At last Dominique looked over at Butch again, staring at him, shocked by what he said. That hurt, it hurt a lot to hear it from him. Just another choice of bad things to say? Perhaps but probably not. It was him who choose to say those things, making Dominique feel weak and useless. The anger died little by little until she just felt defeated. She didn’t have the strength to fight back, without the power the anger gave her she was nothing just as Butch said.

With what was left of the anger she spitted out in defeat, “Fine! Sure, whatever, I stay here! Just stop.” After that she sunk down on the couch with arms still folded, she wasn’t mad, it wasn’t a mad gesture. It was a dejected gesture, she was not going to fight more – she hated to argue so it was rather strange that she got into so many disputes with Butch. But it was probably because she was too proud to step down.

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Petra

“I can’t say I’m such a big fan either… Not after this. Before I didn’t care about them, who was I to make a stand against them. I was just a nobody. Well not anymore I guess… Who doesn’t know about me and Vega now?”

"Speaking of Vega...," Petra prepared her mind, she knew Mei never became anger or furious, but usually sad when given bad news. Petra thought never would be a good time to doubt Vega in front of her sister, so why does it matter when she tells her, when there is nothing she could do to make it sound better. "I don't think I want her going with us, she will endanger everything I have worked for. Maybe even you unintentionally if she lets her anger get the best of her. You can't let her go with us, Mei."

Butch

“Fine! Sure, whatever, I stay here! Just stop.”

Butch sighed in relief, he eventually got her to give in, he did not think he could ever do it. But that got him wondering, all Dominique could easily do was to demand for Butch to let her out or start threatening to pull charges like she use to do when Dominique first arrived on Morus. But she didn't, why? Butch was not quite certain, was it that his words though hurtful, true.
However, Butch feared inside that just because they were together did not absolutely mean they were safe. But which one did Duke want to take? Butch or Dominique. Maybe, Duke wanted to take Dominique to torture Butch with the great loss he would face. But who is so eager and overjoyed over the affliction of Butch?

Butch walked over to nightstand set next to his bed, pulled out a drawer and grabbed a cigarette. "If you want anything, you don't have to ask, you can just take it." Butch smoked when he became stressed or worried about a situation, he just hoped Dominique was okay with him smoking around her, because as far as Butch knows Dominique does not smoke. He lighted the cigarette and hung it out from the side of his lips. Butch then walked over to his massive window out to space. He looked at earth, it was beautiful and magnifying, though such as haunting figure to Butch, to be reminded of the homeland he left behind. Everyday Butch would admire the planet, wishing he may the choice to go back, but he use to think there was nothing left to go back to except to a broken dream with a girl who he thought would never love him or at least see him. But here he is now, finally had convinced her to listen to him.

Butch then made his way over to the couch next to Dominique. He extinguished the cigarette in the ash tray laid on the coffee table beside them. He knew right after an argument he did not want to be rude and puff smoke right in front of her, though he hated to waste a good cigarette. "Do you want to go back and talk about this, babe? You know before we got into that argument, you know, about Karl Jones, about Duke, the deaths on Morus..."

It was a grim topic to be turning to, but maybe they were on to something.

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Mei

"Speaking of Vega... I don't think I want her going with us, she will endanger everything I have worked for. Maybe even you unintentionally if she lets her anger get the best of her. You can't let her go with us, Mei."

Mei turned her head towards Petra, slowly while processing the statement. Petra didn’t want Vega to come with them? Why not? Because she had been angry a couple of times since coming here? That was nothing! Mei was certain of the fact that Vega could control her emotion if she just tried, she was just a bit… unsettled at the moment. Probably. But Vega had been a pilot before, of course she had to be able to control her emotions when she wanted to!

Mei wasn’t sad nor angry, it was more of an emotion telling her to defend Vega. This was an unnecessary attack on Vega’s integrity, “What do you know about that, you don’t know her! You have only met her once, you can’t make that decision. I want you to help me save her too. That’s what you can do for me, I got you that hammer and you promised me a favor. And I know she can control her emotions, how could she possible be a pilot otherwise? Yeah you heard right, my sister is the best pilot ever! I think… It’s my opinion, okay… She’s cool… Uhm…”

Mei got quiet again and fiddled with her hands, she wasn’t planning on working herself up that much. It was her admire for Vega that had taken over. It was just as Mei admire Petra and the life she had lived, Mei shared the same admiration for Vega if not even more.

Dominique

"If you want anything, you don't have to ask, you can just take it."

Dominique snorted at the remark, like she cared about those things. Maybe she wasn’t angry but she was still annoyed at him for all those things he had said. Sad and annoyed. And now he was walking around acting like everything was fine, that she wanted to be here. She longed for her own room and her research, she didn’t like to be separated from them and the chance of returning while they were still intact seemed less likely by every minute that passed.

"Do you want to go back and talk about this, babe? You know before we got into that argument, you know, about Karl Jones, about Duke, the deaths on Morus..."

With an annoyed expression Dominique turned her face towards him while poking her finger into his cheek with as much force as she dared to use, “Don’t you ever call me babe again. That’s not something you are allowed to use when talking to me.” After that she took her hand away and placed it on her lap again, “But sure let’s talk, what is it that you want to share with me? I am open for discussion about theories and other things like that.”

She may be annoyed at him for how he acted but she couldn’t help that she thought that things like that was fun. And most of the time she didn’t have anyone to discuss things like this with so she would take the opportunity while she was given one. Well she could discuss conspiracy theories behind it all but not solutions, not when the discussion could be recorded. But she was just happy to be able to think about it cooperatively.

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Petra and Vega

“What do you know about that, you don’t know her! You have only met her once, you can’t make that decision. I want you to help me save her too. That’s what you can do for me, I got you that hammer and you promised me a favor. And I know she can control her emotions, how could she possible be a pilot otherwise? Yeah you heard right, my sister is the best pilot ever! I think… It’s my opinion, okay… She’s cool… Uhm…”

"Yeah, but all that hard work will go no where if I end up stabbed in the back," Petra muttered irritated. She knew if Vega ever found out about Petra' s dark secret, that this entire time Petra had been constructed into a walking microphone, recording every breath Mei had ever captured and released. Something like that would pull Vega to kill Petra, for Vega would then see Petra as another cop trying, no as another councilman, attempting to execute Mei. And sure, Petra had always wanted to tell Mei about this to get it off her back eventually, but then Vega would of course some know also. And besides Vega's pilot history would come in handy when they were to hijack a trading that visit Morus regularly for supplies.

Petra sighed, "You're right, you got me the hammer, you did your part, now I have to do mine."

The buzz rang and now it was time for them to be hauled into the cafeteria. In the cafeteria, they got their usually gruel and sat at a table. Petra often sat next to Mei, but with Vega out, Petra sat from the opposite side of Mei, being in front of her, so that Vega would get to sit next to Mei.

Vega can over and glared at Petra like she always did, Petra jus remained her eyes on the ground, not making any contact with Vega. You could just see the tension between the two, except Petra seemed almost frightened by the experience. Vega sat next to Mei and no word was spoken, oddly enough.

Butch

“Don’t you ever call me babe again. That’s not something you are allowed to use when talking to me.”

Butch backed away when she thrust her finger against his face, he scooted back just so he won't be tempted to get any closer to her. He did not think she was in the mood to be touch, but he will probably most likely find himself getting closer anyways. Because Butch was always the type of person who should affecting through touching or fondling, even if just meant to embrace or put his arm around someone. "Alright, darling," he said in a sassy matter, as he rolled his eyes.

“But sure let’s talk, what is it that you want to share with me? I am open for discussion about theories and other things like that.”

"Well, lets start with Duke, so how long has he been communicating with you?"

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Mei

"Yeah, but all that hard work will go no where if I end up stabbed in the back."

Mei didn't put that much attention or energy on that statement, Mei saw no reason for anyone to stab Petra in the back. Sure Vega didn't like her that much, but Vega wasn't a killer so there was no way she would do something like that. And Mei wasn't a killer either, well not in her own opinion, but to the rest or some part of the world maybe. Mei just thought that Petra was being paranoid by thinking such things.

"You're right, you got me the hammer, you did your part, now I have to do mine."

In her mind Mei did do a victory gesture, that answer made her happy. Now there was only that problem with being insistent and hindering Petra from forgetting - or claiming that she had forgotten about it. But Mei thought she could do that, she saw no reason for her to fail such a simple task. It was just bringing it up once again when the time was near. Or bringing it up a lot of times in advance.

As the lunch time arrived Mei should have been happy by it, getting to meet Vega again but she wasn't. She was nervous because of what had happened yesterday, how it had ended yesterday. She just wanted Vega to be in a better mood today so she would be easier to talk to, but as Vega approached she didn't send of that feeling. Mei felt as awkward as the other seemed to be, well at least she wasn't enjoying the experience. It was not like she did any day but today she didn't even feel like playing with the food, she just sat there and poked the mush with the spoon.

"Hi Vega... Uhm... So... Do you share room with anyone..?" Mei had no idea what to talk about, what did you talk about in a place like this? It wasn't like she could ask about the weather or any small talk questions because neither of them experienced those things in here.

Dominique

"Alright, darling."

Dominique knew that was mocking, he was just trying to make her irritated by acting childish. But she wasn't going to bother with responding to it anyway, she didn't feel like giving him that satisfaction. She didn't favor him calling her darling either, but at least it was better than the distasteful word babe. She couldn't understand how anyone would like to be called that or how someone could come up with the idea to call someone something like that. It was so beneath her, yes as her irritation rose her less tasteful personality traits shows. She may have a low confidence when it comes to her physical strength at the moment after Butch's harsh words but that doesn't mean she can't act or think like she usually do when it comes to things like those. She still carries herself as if she is somewhat important, or like you could describe it, a queen.

"Well, lets start with Duke, so how long has he been communicating with you?"

"Well, as I told you yesterday, Butchie, I only texted with him for a day. He contacted me after you told me about the erased footage and the day after that he started to make demands on how to hurt you in the name of justice. What a joke. And the second demand was to pretend to be interested in some other man, first he brought up Greg - you know the one you were so nice to on my first day? Well after I refused he just told me that some Duke Kingsley deserved it because he never did anything but sit in the lounge and things like that, with that information I just guessed who it was. It ended with him revealing who he was while I spoke to him and the rest you know."

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Character Portrait: Vega Archer Character Portrait: Mei Archer Character Portrait: Dominque Capwell Character Portrait: Dominique Capwell Character Portrait: Butch Hertz Character Portrait: Petra Scout

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Vega and Mei

"Hi Vega... Uhm... So... Do you share room with anyone..?"

"No, fortunately," Vega spoke, her eyes remaining on Petra. "I don't think I could live with filth like that, but surprisingly you can... Apparently, my cellmate had been gone for two days now, heard the last place she was seen was in the lower floors of the ship. You know, where the asylum is."

Petra felt uncomfortable she could just feel the judgment on her shoulders, if only she could prove who she was and what she is about to Vega, except leaving out the whole microphone part. Petra often ate all of her mushy food substance, because she knew what is like without it, though the gruel may not taste the slightest bit decent. But her stomach was upset, the nerves almost brought her to the point of vomiting.


Butch

"Well, as I told you yesterday, Butchie, I only texted with him for a day.

Every time Dominique called Butch, Butchie he thought of a dog, no not a dog, a puppy. And Butch did to want to be seen as something cute and cuddly, well maybe cuddly, but not cute. He wanted to be seen as a man, and every time Dominique called him that Butch has this urge to show her what this man has stored. So, he scooted a little closer but not uncomfortably close.

"He contacted me after you told me about the erased footage and the day after that he started to make demands on how to hurt you in the name of justice. What a joke. And the second demand was to pretend to be interested in some other man, first he brought up Greg - you know the one you were so nice to on my first day? Well after I refused he just told me that some Duke Kingsley deserved it because he never did anything but sit in the lounge and things like that, with that information I just guessed who it was. It ended with him revealing who he was while I spoke to him and the rest you know."

That was strange, why did Duke mention Greg but then made it so easily to give Dominique another target, that target being himself? And why did Duke reveal his identification, now Dominique knows who to watch out for. But what concerned Butch above all these things was the fact that Duke was putting his hands on Dominique, almost like she was his plaything. Butch did know Duke, had a few drinks with him and Butch can already tell that Duke was the type of man that did think women were his toys, trinkets only to be later tossed and thrown asunder.

"Is that all he did with you? You know, other than that time you made out with him." Butch asked, but he feared Dominique may have been offended with the question. It was not that he would think Dominique would allow herself to do anything pleasing with that scumbag, but perhaps Duke forced her to. And yes, Butch was still heavily upset that she kissed him, but he knew why. And it funny how usually Butch would smash a man's face in if any guy just talked to Dominique, but he just pistol whipped him swiftly. It was because at the moment Butch was in shock like his greatest fear had come to life.

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Character Portrait: Vega Archer Character Portrait: Mei Archer Character Portrait: Dominique Capwell Character Portrait: Butch Hertz Character Portrait: Petra Scout

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Mei

"No, fortunately. I don't think I could live with filth like that, but surprisingly you can... Apparently, my cellmate had been gone for two days now, heard the last place she was seen was in the lower floors of the ship. You know, where the asylum is."

"Oh..." Mei got quiet, she didn't know how to respond to that. From her point of view Vega was being unnecessary mean when it came to Petra, Mei believed that Petra needed to be more flexible when it came to her ideas in here. Sure she could be so thickheaded back on earth all she wanted, Mei couldn't care less because she was used to it anyway, but she believed that to survive or make it out of here you needed to be a bit more reasonable. It was not only Vega who was capable of doing things, Mei had been to the asylum and returned. She could do fine on her own, even if she preferred to have someone to make her feel braver.

Maybe this was the time to collect her nerves and act brave? It could go bad, she knew that. Vega could get furious at her for doing so. But maybe she would gain a little respect towards Mei? Understand that Mei wasn't totally helpless, that she could do things on her own. It did take a lot of courage but in a small voice Mei spoke, "You know Vega, Petra is actually uhm... quiet nice if you just give her a chance. She gives you the chance to get to know her instead of beating you up like most in here would do so why don't you do the same? I think you would like her if you just knew her."

Dominique

"Is that all he did with you? You know, other than that time you made out with him."

Dominique thought about it, it was all a matter of definition. You could say that that's all he done but you could also say he had made much more. Called her his pet, watched her sleep, threating to kill her? She couldn't think of more things than that at the moment, perhaps because those were the things which had bothered her the most when they happened. They still bothered her, mostly the sleeping and pet part. Those were things she couldn't stand to think about actually. It was rather gross.

"Well... It all comes down to how you chose to look at it, I could say that yes that was all he did to me except caress my cheek before I made out with him as you so nicely put it. But I could also say that he did say that he was going to shot me if I ever found out who he was - but that was until that kiss, because after that he told me it probably was worse than being shot. I'm not exactly sure what he meant by that however... And I could also say that there were things I personally took as molesting like the fact that he called me something as distasteful as his pet. Pet! And the fact that he watched me sleep, it was rather disturbing."

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Character Portrait: Vega Archer Character Portrait: Mei Archer Character Portrait: Dominque Capwell