"Careful Maylie, you don't want to get hurt."

"I won't though daddy, nothing can hurt me!"

"Is that so?"

"Yep, I'm going to be a very strong virus, so no one can beat me."

"No one?"

"Uh huh!"

"Well then, I challenge you to a battle: Winner gets a present."

"I'll take that challenge!"

Her dad began to tickle her as they began to 'battle'; she won.

Chapter 7: Guilty.

Her eyes slowly began to open as she awoken from her dream. She half expected to be back in the orphanage, having her dad waiting down stairs waiting to surprise her. Sadly, she was back living in her nightmare; the chilling hard floor which she slept on, the small amount of light that shined into her cell brought back all her memories. Especially, the one's she dreaded most: her dad's falling blood, the screams, being shot and locked up, every moment tour up her perfect fantasy where she would laugh and play with her father; everything in the world was just so easy back then, now… it was like the death of her father was the catalyst to her simple life.

If he was still here, I wouldn't be in this cell; hungry, cold, and… alone.

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The FPD station was more active then it was the night before. (Well, it depends how you want to look at it as 'active' anyways.) There were officers from wall to wall; taking calls, bringing in more illegal germs to be locked up, or chatting with other cops about their life and what not.

Within this little labyrinth of immunities, Osmosis pushed his way out, trying to get to the area where all the criminals where locked up. He wanted to see how that girl was doing, and if he could, apologize for shooting her in the leg. On the way, he ran into Kyle, one of the forensic fillets that works hear. He was a bit on the geeky side, with his large round glasses and white lab coat personalized with a pocket protector. However, behind the nerdy completion, he also looked handsome. A flawless face and good body structure that was lean and healthy.

"Good day Osmosis," He greeted. "Fancy seeing you here. What have you been up to? Well, I guess I should know, I heard about the event that took place here just the other night. Say, how's your face doing anyways?"

Ozzy put a palm up to his face. The mark was healed, but still visible. "Fine Kyle," he said. "It'll be fine. How's that girl doing? Do you know what's up with her? How's her leg?"

"See you feel guilty," Kyle chuckled. "But don't fret; her leg will be fine in a couple of days. It's funny that you ask, by the way. You know how she was covered in all that blood? From what I heard, she looked like she could have swum in a pool of it."

"Yeah, I know, what about it?"

"Well, we cleaned her up a bit, but took some of the spilled blood for an analysis. And you're not going to believe this, but as it turns out, that 'hit and run' scene back at the mouth, well, the DNA matched those who were victimized. She murdered them. Can you believe that Jones?"

Honestly, Osmosis could not. How could a little kid be a killer? Yes, she could be the daughter of a homicidal psycho, but she looks too young to be a killer.

"So what's going to happen to her Kyle?" He asked doubtfully.

"Well, it has been proven by the court, and she is charged with second degree murder. We could send her somewhere like juvie, but she is too dangerous to go anywhere but prison."

"Prison?!" Ozzy gasped in disbelief. "She can't go to prison, she's like what, ten!? No way can she survive there! Are you nuts?"

"It's the only thing we can put her, Osmosis, but she is too risky to have her around other children like her. She may not look like it, but she's a lot stronger then she looks. Trust me; one of the officers who tried to clean off her face almost had his hand torn off. He's got a sprained wrist at the moment, but still, it's the only option we have."

Ozzy nodded, thinking to himself: Poor kid, I can't believe she has to go to prison. On top she lost her dad… at least, I hope she doesn't know that yet. I hope. "Kay Kyle… I got it. I'm just gonna pay her a visit real quick."

"Better, they're going to take her to her prison cell today. Don't know when, but today none the less."

"Thanks' Kyle… "

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Rocking back and forth, back and forth, Maylie kept herself occupied while she was kept captive in that cell. In her throat, a soft hum could be heard. It was a little lullaby that her dad would hum to her while he rocked her in his arms, making her go to sleep when she was too stubborn to let him leave.

Back and forth, back and forth, like a rocking chair; back and forth, slowly… her arms folded under her chin, resting on her knees pushing herself back and forth, back and forth with her heals.

Footsteps began to echo down the hall way, it was so silent; it was abnormal to hear anything but her humming. Louder and louder, one long, patient stride after another until…

"Hey kid," a familiar voice said from behind her. "Just came to see how you were doing."

She turned around: that face, that voice, it was him: Jones. That father killer, how dare he show his face here? Instant loath inflamed her nerves, her eyes burned into his as she gave him a deadly glare.

"I guess you're mad at me for shooting you," he noted like that was the case. "I'm very sorry about that, I got a little freaked out… so… do you forgive me?"

Silence; she didn't speak a word, only stared.

"Um… So, how's your leg doing? Is it any better?"

"Why would you care?" She snapped harshly; he flinched, like she lunged for his face again but she didn't move an inch from her spot.

"Why shouldn't I?" He replied. "I feel guilty, okay. I didn't mean to hurt you…"

"That shouldn't be the only thing to feel bad about," she mumbled.

"What are you talking about? I came into that station to get my wallet and you try to kill me! I said sorry for shooting you, what else is there? This is the first time we met. Which reminds me, can I at least get your name?"

How she wishes to take his head into her hands; crushing it, dismembering it from his body, to shove her hand down his throat and pull out his heart like what he did to her. But there where bars, so it would be no good, all she can do is yell at him, se what she can do to him emotionally, and finally venting her feelings of loss and depression that she kept in for too long.

"What else? What else is there!? You should know you heartless murderess blue blob!" He staggered back, shocked with her sudden outburst. "What are you saying!? You don't feel at all guilty for killing someone who had a daughter!? Who was the only person in her world who can take care of her? To love her? How dare you come here and show your face after what you've done to me!"

Sympathetically, he sighed, shaking his head and looking into her eyes caringly. "Listen, I had to do it, it's my job to protect the body…"

"DOSE THAT INCLUDE TURNING LITTLE GIRLS INTO ORPHANS!!? MAKING THEM WATCH THEIR FATHER EXPEREANCE THE MOST AGONIZING AND GREWSOME DEATH WHEN ALL THEY CAN DO IT CRY OVER THEM!?!?" Tears leaked from her eyes, falling down her face like waterfalls; she couldn't stop now, she had to keep going. "My mom died when I was born! I only got to see my father once a year! We had all these plans and you ruined them! Damn you… you have no idea… how much I hate you… you took away everything… EVERYTING!!!"

Unable to control it any longer, she started to hyperventilate.

"Girl, hey!" He said loudly, reaching his arm through the bars like he was trying to reach her for comforting support. "Calm down, okay? Just calm down. Listen, I didn't know Thrax was your dad, otherwise I could have let him live."

"THAT MEANS NOTHING!!!" She screeched. "I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!! YOU MADE ME AN ORPHAN!! YOU KILLED THE MOST IMPORTAINT PERSON IN MY LIFE!!! YOU KILLED DAD!!! MY DAD!!! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!" She continued to cry, even harder now then she was before.

"Just calm down, okay? Just calm down… Calm down… take slow deep breaths and relax…"

Ignoring his advice, she rocked back and forth, biting her lips until they bleed. Her breaths where shaky, and she didn't regain her cool until thirty minutes later. Jones didn't leave her for a single second.

"You okay now?" He asked, she didn't reply, just ignored him while she got lost in her happy memories: Where dad was alive, and she never knew a Jones.

Other officers came around in the next fifteen minutes: they unlocked her cell, and dragged her out, uncaring in what condition she was in now. They didn't care that she was numb with pain, or whether she was in some stage of a mantel breakdown, they were just there to bring her limp body to her prison cell. Maylie didn't fight, argue, protest, or tried to kill her way out of this; she didn't care where they were taking her, she just wanted her dad. That was all she ever wanted. Was that too much to ask for?

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As Ozzy watched them throw her in the back of a squad car, and drive her down the highway, he had the worse feeling in his stomach he ever had in his life. It was almost enough to make him sick. Seeing that girl break down like that, seeing how hurt she was, it killed him to watch her being so emotionally stressed… Seeing her misery eat away at her…

What have I done?