Jonas
"What do you dream of becoming when you grow up, Jonas?"
"A runner," he smiled, even as a child he knew what he was saying was silly, his brother told him it was stupid. That was a harsh thing to say, but he knew it was true. "Everyone always told me it was not going to happen, you know how there is a judge in each division, how most kids don't get jobs in sports or show business unless they appeal to the public, so they have to look good, you know be cool. That's not me though, I'm short, small, not something you would see on the front cover of those fancy electronic magazines. But Seth turned fifteen last week, his judging ceremony was going to happen this year. My mom wanted him to be assigned to the medical field like she was, he never really wanted to be a doctor though. He wanted to help people still, but as a fireman."
Jonas noticed that he was not stuttering anymore, he was actually fully comfortable around his new friend, he felt safe around Mei. "Listen...," Jonas unzipped his backpack, he was thinking to keep this to himself but he liked Mei. "I have some food, some snacks I didn't eat at lunchtime, I don't really eat a lot." Jonas took out a full water bottle, chips, half of a sandwich, and candy bar. It was not as much as he thought it was, but times likes this really anything would help, and that was what Jonas wanted, he waned to be helpful, he wanted to make Mei happy.
"Here you can have all of it if you want," he smiled, trying to be as kind as possible to Mei. Jonas wanted to be liked back, he never really had a friend beside his brother. And sure Mei was over ten years older than him, really when it came down to friendships, age didn't matter to him, especially during the end of the world. Some might imagine kids to feel uncomfortable around people much older than them, but not for Jonas, not for him.
Butch
It has been one day since he last saw Dominique, he regretted leaving her, You stupid, stupid, prick, he kept telling himself. And even when he first started to walk away from her in the forest, in only a matter of seconds did he attempt to retrace his steps to find her, but ended up lost an a prisoner to the Enlighteners. For a long while they treated him fair, for Butch chose to be their soldier, rather than their slave, he was familiar with their technique with their brutality, he still remember Jack, who couldn't. He was transferred to a training camp after he was picked up and detained in the forest. Everything went fairly well in the training ground until he was pulled aside in a room and demanded to tell them anything that involved Mei. He told them things they already knew- things about Morus and his position as captain, so he was presented with one question, "Where did you last see Mei Archer?"
Butch remained silence, nothing, was not going to say a word because he knew Dominique was last seen with Mei and he already wronged Dominique by leaving her, he didn't want to send Enlighteners her way. "Mr. Hertz, you can either do this the easy way or the hard way..." Nothing. "You have the rest of this day to spit it out, if you do not, you will be transferred to head quarters, then you will be sorry." Butch did feel a little threatened because of former experiences with these people.
That entire day they deprived him of sleep, if he tried to doze off they would pour water down against his head, which felt good knowing that a heated light laid over him. He was hungry, they fed him nothing, he had not eaten in two days, he was starving, his mental state was weakening. His emotion state also was crumbling, his emotions for Dominique were spinning out of control on the inside, he missed her so much, he regretted and regretted, wish he could redo the past. His conscience bothered him, but thinking of his conscience made him think of how Dominique tried to lay guilt on him for possibly leaving Mei. He was not sure to be angry at himself for walking away or be angry at Dominique for messing with his conscience. It was a battle waging in his head, and he just couldn't think straight.
It was now day two from when Butch last saw Dominique and he was in a different room, he was at their head quarters like promised if he did not cooperate. He would imagine that they would start torturing him physical now, he was strapped to a armed chair, it reminded him of the one he put Mei in, now he was feeling what she once felt. The last thing he would worry about was physical suffering, it was not his body that was weak right now, it was his mind and his conscience.
In walked a woman, red wavy hair with bangs at the side. It was odd to Butch that she had dismissed the men that filled the room, perhaps she did not see Butch much of a threat as he thought he was. But however, he remained quiet, but gave her the eye contact she deserved, he didn't want to piss her off, he didn't want to piss anyone off.