Aellie and I left the restaurant, hopefully never to cross paths again. Unfortunately, it never works out how I want it too. Now, I'm stuck in the middle of a stand-off between her and the police. This should be fun to watch.

"Stop!" the head of the police said as soon as we got out of the restaurant, "Aellie Amargo, you are under arrest for suspicion of 7 accounts of murder in the first degree." they had surrounded us, I freaked out, but Aellie kept the same face that she had when I met her.
"Of who, if I may ask?" The half-blood asked.
"I don't need to answer to a half-blood." the head-guy shouted again, "Get her! And her companion!"
"'Get' he says." Aellie giggled at his choice of words. "At least say it more elegantly."

I still screaming inside. What the hell was I suppose to do? I had no idea this girl was a murderer! This is why I hate half-bloods! They're all savages! "Damn it! I'm not involved with her at all!" I pleaded. It didn't do a thing, they probably didn't believe me. I wouldn't believe me. Before I could run away, though, the police had me on the ground, and were putting on handcuffs. Aellie didn't even try to resist. She just stuck out her hands and let them cuff her. All she asked was: "Can I please just get more info on what I'm being accused of? Are there any laws for the rights of the accused?" I rolled my eyes. Maybe she was stupid.

Much to my dismay, Aellie and I ended in the same cell. She insisted on sleeping on the floor, but I had to be somewhat chivalrous, even if she was a half-blood, and gave the woman the bed. The awkward silence continued, while she played with a few pieces of wood that came off the bed, so I had to break it. "You're a murderer?" I asked. She looked at me and shrugged, like she wasn't sure. How can you not be sure? "Did they ever answer you? Who you murdered?" "Apparently, the bandits that attacked my family where found dead in an area I was spotted in." Aellie explained. "Whatever, I didn't kill them. Not that they didn't deserve it. They'll probably convict me anyways, because I'm a half-blood."

This is hopeless. If she's convicted, I'll be questioned and my good record will go to hell and I won't be able to find work. It doesn't even matter if she isn't convicted, just being arrested will hurt it. I was pissed. I was really fucking pissed!

I stormed up to Aellie. Thinking about it, I should have thought through what I was going to say first, but by the time I realized that it was too late. "Thanks to you, I am going to be screwed over for life! This entire arrest will ruin my perfect record! That was my thing! That's why people hired me, because I was a mercenary that wasn't a criminal! Now some stupid half-blood ruined that! You know why everyone hates you guys? Because you do shit like this!" I got gradually louder, before I was almost screaming in her face. Her childish grin faded. She was clearly upset. "I understand that, but if I get hung, is that really my problem." "Do you want to die!" I continued shouting. "No," she replied, and started to avert her eyes, "but if it comes to that, I don't think it would hurt the world or anyone in it at all."

"What about your family?" I continued to shout, not deterred at all by sad look on her face.
"It wouldn't really effect them that much. In fact, with me gone, there's nothing they have to worry about."
"I thought you where supporting them!"
"I am."
"Then how will they pay for those hospital rooms!" I was so pissed off. She didn't even care about her own family! Maybe she should die!.

"If I die, me being their financial support, my family will get compensation." Aellie explained. "I looked up the laws, so, in an official way like this, there's no way they can deny I'm dead and they need money." She laid down on the bed and closed her eyes. "I only want to stay alive for myself. That's enough to fight for it, but I don't fear dieing."

Hopeless. Simply hopeless. I sat down in the opposite corner of the room like an angry child. I realized later how immature I was being, but at the time I was too upset to be stuck with a half-blood in a prison cell to think about that.