Chapter 4: The Jail

Marlene gazed around the jail cell. After the police had stopped her limo she was taken back home where they discovered the body of Yuffie. It was pretty hard not to ignore the stench, which gave her away. Sobbing quietly, Marlene wanted nothing more than a bath, a comfortable bed and a cigarette. She knew she had to get out of the cell and show Tifa her true feelings. But what would everyone think of her now? She had committed murder... No, a double murder. But had they found out she had killed the shop assistant too? She knew she was in here for the long haul. But she had to get out.

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As Marlene was still classed as a minor, she was kept under no supervision in a cell located in a juvenile deliquent centre. The security was pretty lax, so maybe she could find a way out? All she had on her were her clothes that she wore for the party; her handbag had been taken away once they saw what it contained. Just then, Marlene remembered she had a screwdriver hidden in her bra! Fishing it out, she ran over to the bars on her cell. Although the lock was old, it was not going to budge.

"Damn!" she cursed, putting it back into her bra. Then she thought of another idea. She burst into tears and quickly punched herself in the face. The guard, hearing her cries went over to her cell.

"What's the matter?" he asked. He seemed pretty stupid. He said his name was Biggs.

"I fell and hit my head!" Marlene wailed.

"Oh. I've got some painkillers here..." the security guard replied, as he began to open the cell. As he stepped in to give Marlene the painkillers she acted quickly, pulling the screwdriver from her bra and jumping him. In no time she had punctured his jugular vein and he fell to the floor, dead.

"The old tricks are the best!" she laughed, grabbing his keys and his gun.

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Exploring the rest of the juvenile centre was quiet, as she appeared to be the only one there now that the guard was dead. There were not that many murderers caught tonight, she thought, as she searched for her bag. She eventually found it chucked in a closet.

"Covered in dust! The bastards!" she exclaimed, as she opened the handbag up. It contained:

~ A ten pence piece with both faces showing heads.

~ A copy of Penthouse 87 (for she was going to rub it in Tifa's face one day)

~ A used crisp packet.

"Damn!" Marlene screamed. "The cigarettes and my hip flask are gone!"

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Stalking out of the juvenile deliquent centre, Marlene hailed a taxi. As it drove along the road towards Tifa's house she thought of all the things she was going to do to her when she arrived. She then thought of more important matters, such as how she was going to pay the cab driver. She was a talkative cabby, who wouldn't shut the fuck up; her I.D said her name was Jessie Avalanche. Bitch.

"Well, there's only one thing for it!" Marlene sighed.

"Sorry?" Jessie replied, focusing on the road.

"Oops! I was thinking out loud again. I meant this!" Marlene cried, as she leapt forward and grabbed the steering wheel. Jessie screamed in shock as they went hurtling into a brick wall at a hundred miles per hour. Luckily for Marlene she was wearing her seatbelt. Unluckily for Jessie, she was not. After the smoke of the engine faded, Marlene smiled with an evil tint in her eye as she peered forward at Jessie's corpse. She had flown through the windscreen and hit the tree; her back was twisted at a strange angle and a look of sheer horror was on her face. Marlene couldn't enjoy it though as the corpse had blood pouring out of every orifice, concealing the expression. Marlene stepped out of the crashed taxi and walked the rest of the way to Tifa's apartment. She was coming...

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Outside Tifa's apartment all was quiet; there was nobody on the streets, and even the prostitutes who usually hung around that area had mysteriously vanished. Peering up at Tifa's window, she saw that the light was on. The bitch was in! With a wicked little smile, Marlene entered inside the apartment building and ran over to the elevator. Pushing the button, she lit up a cigarette as she waited for it to arrive. When it did, she skipped merrily inside and pushed for Floor 6. Spluttering into life, the elevator ascended slowly.