Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
A/N: This one has been burning in me for a while! Brace yourself.
Blood In, Blood Out
Chapter 6
"Nothing Important"
Justicia sat slowly, tensing in the middle until the felt the cushiony armchair envelope her. Petrel, as much as she had protested otherwise, had really banged her up. There'd been a little pink amongst the neon-yellow liquor-piss in the bowl this morning and it felt like her abdomen was one solid bruise from ribcage to pelvic bone. She tried not to let it show in front of the boss, though.
The Madame Boss didn't fall for the ruse. "It's not good for a woman to let herself get so out of sorts, Justicia."
Jusitica only nodded.
"How are you adjusting?"
Justicia shrugged. "Fine."
"Do you know why I asked you to see me?"
Justicia nodded again. "The deal."
The Madame Boss nodded, disdainfully. "The deal."
They had come in, without a sound. Six of them, no trouble with the locked door, or the guard behind it; obviously on Magma payroll. Her last night, just ten hours away from release, and here they stood, jarring her quietly from sleep with a slight kick to the bed frame.
It would have been pointless to yell, and she knew it.
There was a long silence in the room, with both of them saying not a word, but in that span the air seemed to become heavier. "You understand why?"
A piece of angle-iron that had been scraped against concrete until it sharp as a razor was held before her face, reflecting the smiling teeth just beyond it. "Wake up, bitch. It's your going-away party." A quick slice across her shoulder had provoked her into a sitting position.
"Easy, Finch, we can't cut her up too bad. We're not supposed to kill the little Rocket cunt, remember! That's not part of the deal."
Heh, yeah. We just came to have a little fun is all."
Justicia, again, only nodded. "Wouldn't have survived otherwise." That much at least, she supposed was true.
"We own the streets, Justicia. It isn't like it was before you went in. But there's no way I could have kept you whole in the VCMP without the blessing of one of the two Hoenni teams. Their gangs run the prison from top to bottom. You'd have been dead inside of a week. Magma was the best choice we had."
"Fun?" she'd asked, more nonplussed than afraid.
"Isn't it obvious? We're gonna fuck you six ways from Sunday. We're gonna break that little body in, bitch. Courtney's arrangement with Queen Rocket was good for your stay and all, but unfortunately, that doesn't cover the concierge service."
"I'm sure it wasn't an easy choice to make." Justicia said, blankly.
"Oh," she'd said, with a dismissive wave. "Is that all? I thought you were gonna do something serious."
"That's some talk for a bitch who's about to be raped."
"You're not going to rape me."
The Madame Boss, who had been rotating a square, silver case in front of herself, ushered it across the table at Justicia. The cigarillo case plopped into her lap. Justicia took one, and lit it with the matching monogrammed lighter that was proffered alongside it. The tobacco smelled and tasted of dark honey and molasses. The Madame boss inhaled deeply from her own, and sighed. "They wanted something from you, before you were released. Courtney told me as much, when we spoke."
"Yeah."
The Madame Boss leaned heavily against the table. "What was it?"
"Oh, you don't think we can?"
"I think you'll try. But you're forgetting something."
"And what's what? Remember there are six of us, and only one of you."
She'd only shrugged. "That's not it. I've got no doubt that I'm about to spend a lot of time on the floor with you sweaty fucks pumping away like Growlithe. But that doesn't mean you're going to rape me."
Justicia leaned back into her seat and put a hand over her eyes for a moment, but said nothing.
"Justicia, whatever it was, I will see that the score is settled."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm the one who decides. I'm the one who decides to call it rape, or not," she had said, rolling compliantly onto her stomach and ushering her pants down onto her thighs.
Justicia, however briefly, smiled, before taking a hard pull at her cigarillo.
"You're a real stubborn bitch, aren't you?" The first one, Finch, said as he came on heavy and forceful, wedging himself into her with a grunt of satisfaction. "I kinda like it."
"Me too," she'd said, before wisely, biting down on the pillow. She wasn't sure just when it had ended, but those ten hours had felt longer than the whole rest of her sentence.
"It wasn't anything important." Justicia said with a half-hearted wave through the thick smoke. "Don't worry about it, Boss."
She nodded to the Madame Boss as she was dismissed, upon offering nothing further, and stood again slowly to leave. Hopefully, with any luck, the fierce cocktail of drugs and alcohol and Petrels equally fierce, if humorously unintended beating had cured her of any unfortunate side-effects that might have otherwise arisen. It really had been two flying types with one stone, so to speak. She didn't need to involve the boss in a matter that was over and done with...
And besides, It was her grudge to settle, anyhow.
A/N: Pretty short, I know, but I felt like it sort of stands on its own. Prolly post one more chapter of BIBO shortly before I get back to work on PKMN2K10.