Prologue..
She griped desperately on to the prison bars as tears streamed down her eyes. "Marco you have to tell them I'm not guilty you saw for yourself that I'm not guilty. I kept my promise." She stated her light honey brown eyes pleading with the taller ones heart.
Marco sighed and ran his hand over the little patch of blond hair over his head. And tried to calm her honey brown eyes down, by grabbing her hand and holding it in a fist through the bars. "I promise you I'll have you out by morning-yoi." He said. This wasn't a bond by love as in romance but one of friendship. One that was brief but just as strong.
Her tears and sniffling subsided for a second as she took a deep breath her chest heaving in and out she looked up at him rolling her eyes. The tears almost completely gone as her pink lips burst out in to a crazy grin that Marco knew she wore so well. But this time he knew she was faking it. They haven't spent much time together, but he already knew her tell tell signs of her lying habits.
"Marco I don't know if I will live by then do you know how many secretes I actually know? Do you know how many people will kill for them to be safe?" she asked no hint of laughter or a small giggle that she would usually supply after a sentence like that to ease anyone's mind. No this time she let the gravity of her words sink in. Marco closed his eyes and nodded "I understand that, we know the truth Pop's will hear what I have to say I can probably get Jenbe to put extra protection on you tonight-yoi." He stated he had an amazing task ahead of him and he could see the prison guards coming to comfort him through his peripheral vision.
He saw that she noticed them as well due to her eyes becoming extremely large compared to her normally relaxed look. "Fine but whatever you do hurry. I don't want to be here any longer, then I have to. Bird Brian" she pushed his fist away and turned around he watched as she moved to sit down in the tiny cell bed that was probably never washed. The smell of urine already clogged his nostrils he hated that he had to leave her here but it couldn't be helped she was a victim of the wrong place at the wrong time and the crime the Murder of his beloved brother.
He walked out tense from the events that lead to this night.
She walked over and sat down on the disgusting unclean bed and sighed then looked up as She heard a buzz of the gates that Marco walked through. To leave. She gingerly laid back in the bed. Carefully as to not to reopen the stitches on her torso. Wrapping her arms around her head. She had been in minor troubles before when she was just a minor thief and there really was no need to know who she was or her story, but now after she had seen so much that she was not supposed to see, it was different for everyone.
The main thing that took dominance over her mind beside her sisters fate as well as her's was what had gotten her here in this situation in the first place?