Vega
Vega felt the tears pouring in the more she quietly cried to herself, bathing her sweat-driven face into the puddle of her tears. The only moment in Vega's life that she could compare this to was the time the captain had beat her with his baton, but the baton itself was heavier, thus the strikes were slower and did not sting as much as the strokes from the whip did. And because he his partner was there, the captain was stopped from causing any further damage- from breaking any other ribs, but with this woman Vega faced now, there was about three other guards there that could of stopped her, but would they? No, of course not. By far, this was the most painful physical torment, Vega has even put her body through, and to feel even more defeat, if she could of tamed that tongue of hers and not act tough, she could of avoid all of this. Maybe this could be counted as a lesson learned, that Vega will speak less, and think before even speaking in the first place. But would that really happen? Nope, Vega was to awfully stubborn to learn the first time. The only two thing she could hope for now was that the beatings were as worse as they are every going to get and maybe, this woman would become far too ambitious in torturing Vega, that she might kill her. But something about this woman told Vega that she was too professional to let that happen, something about her told Vega that she was good at what she does.
"Oh, you were great darling. I'm going to count the minutes until I get to meet you the next time, can't wait to hear the lovely voice of yours again. So helpless, so broken, so desperate. Oh, you make me all warm on the inside! I'm so flattered that I, oh little manipulated me, make you scream like that."
How much pain could the body go through before it feels nothing- before it goes numb. Well, for Vega, not enough. Vega felt the woman drag her cool fingers against Vega's warm streaks of open flesh. If Vega's tongue weren't quivering so much she would curse her again. But sometimes the body was smarter than the mind.
"How the heck could that sister of yours escape while you got brought back? You, the useless one. I've seen your sister, it's freaking laughable that my men couldn't even capture that bitch. But they sure as hell brought you back." The woman placed her foot against Vega's cheek, and that was just the icing on the cake to make Vega feel defeated. Vega never took defeat light- every. It was like just the time their whole escape plan on Morus was called a failure when Petra was caught. Vega could not stand, she could not live with the truth that they lost, that they were going to be on that execution platform. So, Vega ran, except not out inside the open free world, their only world then was a metal vessel, created for the sole purpose to trap people from truly living. Because Vega could not bare the defeat she killed herself, trying to run, running into the brutal metal wall that served as her suicide weapon. And how dare she call Mei a bitch, Vega did not care so much that she could her useless, because honestly the woman was contradicting herself, if Vega was completely useless then she would not be serving now as her "play-thing". But if this was a fair battle, it would be Vega beating her until the blood hugged her skin like a leather jacket, but no, life isn't fair.
"Why did you do it? Sacrificing your wellbeing for your little sister, are you an idiot? Who do anything like that?! You want to know what I think, you did it because you knew that you had no value. That you are nothing, just another piece of shit walking around the earth not contributing anything. So you thought that by saving that heartless sister of yours you would done good, well let me tell you something. You haven't. You're still useless, a nobody, a waste of air. Just put her with the other's, I have other things to do than watch over a whimpering nobody."
And there she went again, talking about how Vega was useless. If she could speak, she would of said something like, Why be so damn contradictory? You say I am useless, but I'm put to use now by entertaining you. But there grew an even stronger beast of fury every time she insulted Mei. Heartless? What type of bitch like yourself can call Mei heartless? You don't even have a heart yourself! If this woman was trying to break Vega, Vega did not believe it was going to happen, the pain sure was a start, with the beating Vega was starting to realize how much her tongue can get her into trouble. Vega remembered that one time in the interrogation room hen she was giving Officer Capwell a hard time, saying a lot worse things but Capwell never hurt Vega, in fact, Vega hurt her.
"Get up...," said the stoned face soldier, tapped his boot against Vega's side, as soon as the woman left the room. Vega did not know how she was able to lift herself from the ground- she felt so exhausted, so sore, so weak. "Get up." He commanded again, but this time sounding more irritated. Because Vega was not looking to get into another thrashing, she said nothing, and mainly because she didn't have the strength to. Vega picked her body up, eyes seeing a mat of blood from where she was lying, but that was only the blood that splatter onto the ground. She didn't even want to see what was on her back.
They walked Vega out into another room, a much bigger and wider one with a man gripped a hose in his hand. He was pale skinned, wide muscular body frame, green Mohawk spiked out. Vega stood in front of him, and he demanded, "Turn around!" Vega was not comfortable being in a dark room, surrounded by male soldier, and one ordering her to turn around for him, she didn't even care if was just going to water her down. So, she didn't listen the first time. "I said turn around!" Vega did as he ordered, but she also muttered, "Heh... bastard." He dropped the hose, and stormed over to Vega, hand wrapping around the back of her neck, he pressed her cheek against the stone wall, "What did you say? Say it again to my face!" Vega turned her eyes, staring straight into his, "Bastard! Loud and clear this time?" He raised his fist up, but another soldier grabbed his arm back. "Watch what you're doing," the soldier told the one about to strike Vega. "Cain, strictly ordered us not to hurt Vega, she will be only one to do that. When it comes to her... entertainment, she has a greedy appetite."
"So what, she can do whatever she wants around us?"
"No, but if she causes any trouble, she will report to Cain."
"Then send her to Cain now."
"What because she called you a bad word? No! She's busy, you want to interrupt her?" the solider, grabbed his pistol, pressed against the man's head.
"So now you are going to kill because you're afraid your going to get blamed for this?" he responded.
"Heh, are you kidding me? You know a visit from Cain is far worse than any death, you don't back off, I'm going to pop a cap in both of your feet and force you to hobble back over to her. You want to join that slaughterhouse who failed to bring Mei Archer back, go ahead, but the rest of us aren't because you got reckless and didn't follow orders. And if she knows that we let you go ahead and disobey orders, well then something so simple as pissing is going to feel like hell."
The man let go of Vega and went back to his hose, Vega could still tell that he was angry, he showed no compassion when turning the hose power to tis full speed. Her chest charged into the wall of how strong the current of the water was. Vega focused her eyes down on the ground however, on the red sea of her own blood, it shocked her, That's all of my blood? After the hosing, Vega was handed a tank-top, but she had to keep the blood-scented wet jeans. Her new home was a small tight cell with metal bars, the place felt like it was purged in complete darkness. Vega hated everything about it, at least Morus didn't have rats swarming the floors. Vega sat up on the uncomfortable wooden board that was suppose to serve as her mattress, just thinking, no not thinking, worrying. Even after everything that had happened to her, she was so worried about her little sister.
Butch
He was pressed against the door of a car, crouched over to shield himself from the ongoing traffic of bullets. Finally him and Dominique had made it to the city but the place was chaos. Sadly, as soon as bullets started flying Butch's newfound furry friend, ran back into the forest. The council dies and everything gets nonsensical and absurd, Butch had no idea things were going to get this bad, Morus was enough, but earth was even worse. Why? Because at least on Morus, their were no children getting caught up in the crosshairs. Butch could of swore when he entered the city he could hear a little girl screaming, some small child. Though no matter, the age, Butch would not want any innocent person to die, to be tortured; he doesn't believe he will ever recover from tormenting Mei Archer and bringing her sister into the whole mess. Damn the Enlighteners, if it wasn't for them of this who of started! Butch should of been smarter to take his badge off but he wasn't even thinking, cops seem to be a really big target, knowing that the world now hates law, and he is targeted as a law-enforcer.
"Dominique," Butch called to his partner next to him. "I'm trying to ration on my bullets, don't want to spend them all at one time, I'm going to make a run for it into that apartment building. Think you can cover me?" It was a stupid question, if anyone knew Dominique Capwell, they would know that their lives were in good hands when it came to being an accurate shooter. "Alright, one, two, three--" Butch ran like hell, keeping his head down and sliding into the building, he turned around to see Dominique walked behind him with no problem, just like that and she had already finished with them. "Heh... Show off...," Butch muttered, but gave a slight toothless smile.
After that he turned, walking forward and up the stairs, into the hallway Butch started firing, until the sound of a body dropping. He spotted a middle-aged man, equipped with a pistol, ready to fire, luckily Butch was quicker to the trigger. Butch walked into the first door he approached, inside the apartment he started to scavenge the kitchen first, and looked for some kind of bag to carry an inventory. He opened the refrigerator, fortunately finding three bottles of water. Looking inside the cabinet drawers Butch also discovered a spare lighter and a half box of cigarettes. "You want one, darling?" Butch against Dominique as he lit one from himself, before hooking it out from the side of his mouth.