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Vermouth POV

They suspected me of being a traitor. Me, of all people. I could tell as Gin stood in my doorway, smiling his creepy smile. "Good morning, Vermouth."

I smiled hesitantly back. "Hello, Gin. What's new with that person?"

"Oh, nothing. Except that now we have proof that you're working with her," he snarled at me.

"Is that so." I uncrossed my legs nonchalantly and stood up. "I'd like to see that proof."

"I bet you would," Gin sneered. "I had Vodka go through your things this morning and we found some notes addressed to her. If that's not proof, I'd like to know what is."

"So are you here to kill me, then?"

"No, we're going to do one better. We're going to get your information."

"And how exactly do you think you're going to do that? Surely you don't believe I'd go down without a fight, Gin. Don't you know me better than that?" I smiled sweetly and ducked for my gun, but Gin was faster. He pulled out his own pistol and promptly shot at me. I gasped but tried to stifle it as I felt the bullet pierce my shoulder.

I cringed and clutched my now aching shoulder. I saw the blood flowing out from the wound and staining my crisp white shirt a deep crimson color.

Next thing that I knew, Vodka was grabbing me and dragging me towards the room where we keep prisoners. The room that I knew so well because I had spent so long trying to figure out how she had escaped it. I had analyzed every inch of it, but I still hadn't figured it out yet.

Which meant... there would be no escape for me.

Vodka roughly shoved me against a wall and patted me down, checking for weapons. He found all seventeen of them, handing all of them to Gin, who sniggered. I vowed to kill him later, if I came out of this alive.

"Eh? What's this?" Vodka pulled out a boxish object, turning to show it to Gin.

"Ha. Leave those. She's too selfish to use them anyway."

Vodka shrugged, stuffed the object back into my pocket, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Now, now, Vermouth, don't resist."

Yeah, like I'm in a good place to resist, I thought sourly, turning away so as to appear indifferent. Soon I heard the sound of handcuffs snapping shut and felt pinches around my wrists.

I examined my new shackles. They fit around my wrists tighter than ever; if I even moved my hands a little bit, skin would rub off.

I lowered my gaze, trying to calm myself by picturing Gin with his hair cut off. A small smile slid across my lips.

"That person will be here shortly," I heard Gin growl. Twin sets of footsteps pattered out of the room, and a door closed, the sound echoing through the enclosed space.

Checking that Gin and Vodka were gone, I frantically dug through the secret pockets of my red-stained shirt, hoping for something I could possibly use as a tool for escape, something overlooked by Gin and Vodka.

My fingers suddenly grasped around the box that Vodka had replaced. I frowned slightly, unsure of its contents. Wincing in pain as my shoulder twinged from the movement, I tugged the box free of the pocket and snapped it open.

Inside was an array of specially made poisons, ranging from ones shaped like vitamins to others that were easily dissolvable. They came in handy when I was assigned tasks such as killing operatives discreetly, poisoning witnesses, the like.

One in particular caught my eye. It was split into two colors, one side red and the other white. It had been designed and formulated by her. APTX 4869.

It was then I realized it was the killing poison. The one that had left so many unknown results. My thoughts went back to the list of results of who had died from that poison. Kudo Shinichi. He had been given that poison. Maybe, just maybe, I could survive through it too. But, what good would that do me? Most likely if I took any of the poisons in this cold metal box I would die. Thoughts sped quickly through my brain. If I took any of these, I wouldn't have to suffer the torture Gin would put me through.

I weighed all of my options carefully. Unfortunately, I only saw two. Suffer Gin's torture while he tried to get me to let out information that I personally believed to be extremely precious or die now and in my own way. It would be a slap in the face to Gin and dying honorably. Well, as honorably as you can when you're a high-ranking member of the Black Organization.

I pulled out the pill. It seemed like such a small thing, yet it was capable of so much. Smiling softly, I slipped it into my mouth, feeling its smooth surface rest on my tongue. Last chance to turn back.

What's that, Gin? I'm too selfishto use any of these?

We shall see about that.

And I swallowed it.