Oh lovely…bigger problems.
//He scratched at the arm now, purely psychosomatic. He caught himself and glanced up into the camera that monitored this cell and rose to his feet.
Furry cake…Cake that likes to rip off my arm and choke one of my ‘Crows down alive… //he shivered at the though, the memories that clung to the very edges of recognition, usually pushed aside by medication. //
Sorry about this, but I gotta put your hand back…it’d be a lot easier if you don’t fight me.
//He sighed. The camera didn’t matter to him, not when he had spent the last few days making faces at the lens, but with someone else acknowledging it, it seemed almost sadder.//
Yeah.. Go ahead. I’m not feelin’ it.
//Resigned, Jet set his hand back by the cuff, waiting for that click to echo off the walls.//
//Ravan nodded and relaxed, listening to Jet speak about what lay beyond. Images flashed behind his eyes, a familiar pain crept into his arm. He rubbed at it subconsciously, feeling the very faint seams where his natural body ended and the BLI-grown arm began through the fabric. //
It’s….the dog, isn’t it? //he almost whispered //
// Jet surely heard about the Exterminator that Perro had taken apart from one of the other boys. //
No. Not…. not like that.
//Jet arched his back and relaxed, blinking less than before. The more his eyes were closed, the more the conversation made him see the…thing… from before.//
Compared to that, Perro’s a piece of furry cake. This thing, it’s.. I don’t know how else t’say it. It’s evil. I know I’ve done some cruel stuff in th’past, and there’s parts of it I do and don’t regret, but…. That’s the kind’a hell nobody deserves.
//He pressed his fingers against his skin, already feeling that angry, uncomfortably familiar buzzing in the tips.//
That’s true…the populace is already freaked out at the ‘false death’ claims.
//Ravan could not get the thought of retaliation out of his head. He almost ALMOST wanted to just let Jet go and save everybody the trouble. But he’d lose his job, and quite possibly his very life. And that wouldn’t be fair to Patrick. He wanted to live for at LEAST another 15 years for the man’s sake. Treason would probably cut that down to half that and then some. Look what happened to the last treasonous Exxie… //
//He lifted his gun at the stretch and pointed at Jet as a precaution. //
//Jet raised an eyebrow and held his hand up in the universal ‘I’m not going to make any sudden moves so don’t shoot me’ manner, slowly resting it across his stomach. His fingers tapped out a beat while he thought. The warmth felt nice, after going to long without contact.//
There’s no ‘false death’ nothin’. I get why you’re tellin’ them that, though. I sure as hell wouldn’t wanna know the details on what’s behind that fog, and neither do you. But I do, and I still don’t.
….Kobes says his version was different. Ghoul, too. I’m glad for that much.
//Ravan chuckles at the impersonation. //
Yeah, that sounds like Raph alright.
Everything’s uptight since those benefactors were murdered, despite us knowing the proper culprits, the Company’s got to make a show of it. Honestly, I’m surprised they haven’t made your capture public knowledge…or arranged a good ol’ fashioned public execution.
//Ravan uncapped his own water and lifted his mask just enough to drink from it. It was swelteringly hot in the cell, probably part of the torture. He watched Jet’s free hand carefully. His own hand that wasn’t holding the water was hovering over the plasma pistol at his hip…it didn’t take a genius to figure Ravan was a practiced quick draw. //
Hey now, don’t give ‘em any ideas.
//Jet popped the last chunk of bread between his teeth. It was obvious that the Exxie wasn’t afraid to shoot, should he make any sudden movements, but he had a couple of reasons as to why he wasn’t twitching. Firstly, Jet wasn’t in the mood for another wounded body part. Secondly, as high-hoped as it sounded, he could do with maybe not an ally, but somebody not walking in with an immediate bias.//
My guess is as good as yours. My guess is that they don’t want anymore retaliation than they’re gonna get already, and between you and me, I’m gonna say they don’t want me comin’ back again in front of all those cameras. That shit ain’t pretty.
//He took the opportunity to push some stray hair away from his face, readjust the eyepatch strap, and stretch, his muscles going taunt for the brief moment he was able to hold it.//
Your friends are all buzzing like angry bees. Can’t exactly keep their plans all bottled up. We’re anticipating an attack any day now.
//Ravan watched him eat, cringing at the sudden smell of sweat and grease released when Jet sat partially up for the first time in days. He was again grateful for the mask. //
Other than that? It’s same old same old.
I’m still wondering why they’d assign a rookie to watch you- unless its some form of hazing I’m unaware of.
//Unable to take the smell or sight that much longer, Ravan took a rag and wiped the newly exposed part of the table. //
What the hell are they even trying to get from you?
Beats me. Good ol’ Raph seems more pissed than usual, so I’m not gettin’ much outta him past ‘Why won’t you talk, rat? What are you hiding from me? Stop laughing at me!’
//gruff impersonation of Raph//
It’s all ‘what do you know’ this and ‘give us real names’ that. Old IDs aren’t exactly somethin’ you go shoutin’ about, so that one’s pointless. I mean, me, I don’t want to know ‘em. There’s no point.
//Jet leaned back against the table, more for the Exxie’s benefit than his own. He winced when the vertebrae in his spine realigned with a loud crack, and took another sip from the little bottle.//
As for th’kid, I haven’t exactly had a chance t’be hostile. Puttin’ him outside is as dangerous as leavin’ me in here.
//Ravan pondered this as he tore up the bread into more manageable chunks and uncapped the bottle of water. //
No water? How have they been-…
//He then noticed the IV marks in Jet’s arm and held his tongue, glad the mask could hide the slightly distressed expression on his face. He reached into his pocket and took the key to the cuffs. //
I’ll give you one hand.
//With that he pushed the tray close to Jet and unlocked one of the wrists before sitting back out of grabbing range. //
//Jet turned as best as he could to take the bottle off the tray, hand shaking violently from lack of use even as he tipped the water back. Forcing himself to take it slow was hell, but eating or drinking too fast after not having solid food for so long would wind up with him getting sick on the stuff he needed to live.//
//He swiped a few spilled drops off his chin and reached for one of the chunks. The sudden rush of cold water was already making his head fuzzy.//
You said y’don’t normally run the shit shift. Any chance of tellin’ me what’s goin’ on outside? I’d do it myself, but… I think my subscription to th’paper ran out.
// Ravan didn’t expect he’d be assigned to Raph’s beat, but here he was, staring Public Enemy No 4 down through the glass, and then he spoke to him. Was the table REALLY that necessary? It looked like an operating theater in there, especially with the bloodstains not quite scrubbed out. //
Still surprised they nabbed you. I admit, I’m kind of worried about the retribution to come.
I got you some water too, so don’t try to pull my arms off or whatever you said you’d do to that rookie. I’m coming in.
//He pulled his mask on before he entered, carrying a tray of stale bread and a small plastic bottle of water. He set it on the smaller table to the side of the table and searched for something to sit Jet up.//
How do they usually do this? I’m not on the prison guard beat usually.
The things you do for family.
//Jet would have shrugged, provided he had the ability to move his arms. The new guard was definitely a welcome change. Bothering the kid had started to really get boring, and there were only so many times in a day he could make him start shouting at a door.//
They don’t. I guess grabbin’ the strong guy runs the threat of gettin’ your face bashed in, so I haven’t moved in… A week? Unless you want to play dad and feed me that stuff yourself, I think the cuffs come off.
//He nodded toward the binds on his wrists, ones that had already worn tears into his skin with the twisting he had done the first days he had been there. More thank likely, the Exxie wouldn’t want to run the risk of being mutilated, so Jet didn’t call too much attention to it.//
Promise I won’t snap yer neck.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
You’re a rat, a rebel, you broke all the fucking rules and laughed in their faces, you spread filth and lies and tried to destroy EVERYTHING. You’re… evil, you want to “take down the Company”, when they’re the ones trying to save us! They’re the ones who gave people food and clothes and shelter and hope when they needed it, and your kind wants to just throw that all away for the sake of your “freedom”?? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU GIVE TO THE PEOPLE YOU “LIBERATE”?? You encourage kids to leave their homes and become crazy, murdering FREAKS covered in color and fucking everything they see because you want to be “individual”, you want them to be “individual”, but I’m sure most of your rats end up bleeding out onto the sand or dying from starvation or dehydration or freezing to death or radiation exposure and MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE A FUCKING HINT THAT THATS NOT HOW THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE.
You’re evil. And I’m not gonna treat you like a human being when you’re not. You’re a fucking roach who doesn’t even deserve to live with the shit in the sewers.
Look around you. I’m not goin’ preacher, I’m just askin’. You’re lockin’ up people who just want t’live their own lives. Me, if there was some other way I could live, I’d take it in a heartbeat, but this is what I’ve got. I got a family, people who’ll watch my back like I watch them.
This place is stiflin’ you. You’re supposed t’be enjoyin’ life, not workin’ a 9-5 babysittin’ a criminal. We don’t…. That’s not it. This ain’t a place fer kids t’grow up in. Food and clothes, we got. Yeah, sometimes they don’t really fit the way they should, but we got ‘em. And we’re all gonna die at some point, and trust me, speakin’ from experience, you’re gonna want to enjoy every second of life you can get yer greedy little paws on.