[A/N]: Back with another chapter ^-^ It's probably been months since I last posted one. Sorry for the long wait. I meant to post it last month, but I'd gotten caught up in in studying for exams and what not that I didn't have any time to. Not to mention, this chapter as been written and rewritten more times than I can count. I've been working on fixing the bugs and plot holes and what not. Just so it remains in a different category from the other story. Anyways I hope you enjoy it.
If there was only one word she could use to describe the weeks following the incident, it would be Hell. Sir Integra leaned back in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose as she refused to look at a mere shred of document any longer. She hadn't even bothered to glance at the time, knowing damn well that it was getting too late for her to stay up any longer.
The weeks following the Valentine's attack had been nothing short of stressful. The Round Table had been set on edge with thoughts of an oncoming war, and, since the first incident had taken place within her own home, the responsibility of handling the problem fell upon her shoulders. To make matters worse, the others had already begun accusing one another of treason, namely Sir Penwood. Even she had been accused at some point.
She shook her head, lighting a cigar and inhaling the fumes as though they were life giving. How anyone would believe Penwood had turned traitor was beyond her. Even if he was a bumbling oaf, she hadn't a doubt in her mind about his where his loyalties lied. She'd known him since she was a child, after all.
As for her, she knew damn well she wasn't the cause of any security issues nor did she feel the need to prove it to the others of the Round Table. They could accuse her all they want, but she knew they were overtaken with fear and suspicion. It was sad, really, to see them in such a state of panic… Even she couldn't help feeling a bit paranoid herself to a certain degree, even pointing her eyes to a few suspicious members of the Round Table. Even so, she refused to allow her fears to take ahold of her now would she act based on any irrational fears. It was beyond her father's teachings.
She sighed in frustration, a cloud of smoke escaping her hadn't come up with any new information since the first few days after the attack, when the younger brother had warned them of the Millennium, and that was all they had gathered since. It remained tight-lipped as ever, though she wasn't sure if it was out of any remaining loyalty or out of sheer stubborn and bull-headedness. Whatever the reason, it was wasting valuable time they could be using hunting down the perpetrators of the attack and putting an end to this Hell.
It wasn't that he had any remaining loyalty for Millennium. As soon as Luke had kicked the bucket, the last true connection he actually had left was a faulty chip somewhere in his head. Perhaps they were still monitoring him. Or maybe the chip had burned itself out trying to ignite him. He had no clue. All he knew was that he really couldn't care less what was going on with his head anymore. The stupid chip didn't work, and look where that landed him. Locked away in the Hellbitch's basement.
His fingers kept twitching as he lied there, staring at the plain, wooden surface above him. That's how he usually passed the time after interrogations, aside from sleeping that is. They usually kept him locked in his coffin, probably to keep him from being some sort of security risk. He was sure they had that damned thing made while he was blacked out. He just couldn't stop fidgeting. Even if he'd spend the last few weeks inside it, he just couldn't get used to living inside it. It was just such a small, tight space, and it was so damn hot inside it too! It truly felt like death inside that thing, and he almost found himself a bit anxious to get out of it.
The interrogation had ended about an hour earlier, and, like always, he hadn't spoken one useful word. It was about the only form of defiance he had left. He often wondered why they even bothered trying to talk to him anymore. He was stubborn whether they threatened him or not. They'd probably kill him as soon as they found something better than him, not that he cared anymore. The quality of his life was less than that of a two month old piece of dog shit. It'd be an act of mercy if they decided to end his life. He just couldn't wait...
[A/N]: Yeah, this chapter isn't the best ^-^' I guess this was kind of an update on living status and how they're all living at the moment. But, you know, I'm still working on it. The next should have a bit more going on it, hopefully.