Chapter 7 here we go! This chapter is kinda everywhere because I wrote the last chapter while on Tylenol and Motrin due to the fact that I sprained my ankle and am currently on crutches. It's not fun, but I get to write a lot more. Yeah.

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Today I was free to roam around the grounds as I pleased, seeing as there were no current prisoners for me to interrogate. Agent decided that I wouldn't need to continue to Phase Three of the Mind Alteration Program (MAP) until I showed 'signs of defectivity'. I had no idea what those were, and would trust her better judgment on that topic. I had found a small side door and slid out of the building into a beautiful Japanese-style courtyard.

Three trees formed a sort of canopy, shading the entire area from the harsh sunlight. A brook ran from one end of the open space to the other, magically disappearing under the white buildings on either side. There was a wooden picnic table under one of the trees, but it was covered in a fine layer of dust. Completely ignored. I found that table sort of endearing, and had wiped the dust off of it's surface.

"I brought you lunch," came a soft melodic voice. I turned around to face a tall blond-haired boy wearing the Better Living Housekeeping uniform. Giving him a grateful smile, I took the tray from his hands and found a nice tree to sit under. I didn't want to use the table.

"Please come sit with me," I asked. He looked unsure. "I'll be sure to excuse you from further work this afternoon." He hurried to my side and sat down with a thump in the grass.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Agent sent me out here with this food for you, but I don't know what your name is."

"My name is Katarina," I introduced, taking a sip of the lemonade on my tray. "I'm Agent's personal assistant."

"You mean assassin, right?" he asked, his brown eyes shining in excitement. I laughed a little bit at his childish display.

"No, I mean assistant," I shrugged. He settled back against the trunk of the tree, pulling his legs up and placing his arms on his knees. "It's not really going anywhere yet. I still have to train."

"There was a raid on one of the older buildings a few days ago, wasn't there?" he asked. I didn't hear about any raid! "Is that what they're training you for?"

"I don't know. But I didn't hear about the raid," I said, setting the flimsy plastic tray on the cushy green grass. It could wait. "Do tell."

"Well there was a BL/Ind prisoner in one of the old institutions. His name was Party Poison, I think, one of the Fab Four. Anyway, he was rescued along with seven other Killjoys from another state. They escaped from the Institute with the help of an insider, but the Dracs captured her. She was the leader of the mission, and apparently just a newly recruited Killjoy. She got sold to Better Living by her own father; one of the scientists," some of this sounded familiar. It was probably in the briefing packet I'd read this morning. Nothing of much importance ever happened in my section of BLI.

"Well that's interesting," I said, taking another sip of my drink and leaning back. I hadn't relaxed like this in a long while. I let the sun warm my skin and the breeze blow my hair softly away from my face. I loved summer. I continued to chat with the serving boy, just letting the conversation roll and change with any passing mood. That was the most relaxed and renewed I'd felt in a long while.

The feeling was ruined when an alarm went off, and red lights flashed, blares and screeches filled the air. The boy pulled me to my feet and helped me inside. Red and white bursts reflected off the clean white tiled floor, leaving me dazed and slightly confused. "I have to get you to your room as soon as possible!"

"What? Why?" I asked, trying to pull away from him. I wanted to see what was happening. My converse gave me more grip than his shoes, so I had more sway in the fight. Unfortunately, he was stronger than me.

"Just come with me," he tugged on my arm. I refused to follow. With one final effort, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me, kicking and screaming, to my room. I was thrown inside with little ceremony, the airlock swishing shut behind me. I hauled myself up off the floor and wiped the wrinkles out of my shirt.

"Ungrateful little…" I trailed off into a flurry of unintelligible insults directed at the boy. I still had no idea who he was. "Maybe someone will tell me what's going on. It's just for my safety!"

The sirens slowed to a stop, and the sound of feet pounding through the corridors was nearly deafening. Why would an entire Patrol be needed? Nothing ever happened in this wing of the building unless…we had just been raided! I desperately needed to calm down, and then I found my solution.

I noticed the bottle of pills on my bedside table and took the instructed amount for emotion removal. They helped calm me down and make me smooth and perfect again. Just like I should be. It was such a nice feeling, the two small blue tablets slipping down my throat with only water as their aid. Then a few seconds later, I was a normal human being again. Just as average as the rest of them.

There was a sharp knock at my door. I punched in the keys and found, much to my surprise, that it was unlocked. As it opened, I took in the appearance of the knocker. A girl my height with long blond hair and blue eyes. She was round at the edges, a perfect figure really.

"Yes?" I asked, leaning slightly forward into the hallway.

"Agent requests your presence immediately," she said in a monotone voice before turning and walking away. I nodded and checked my appearance in the mirror. Immaculate.

I walked down the labyrinth of passages until finding the door I was looking for. I gave two hollow reports to the plastic surface. Agent opened the door and ushered me in, her face radiant. "I have good news about your training."

"What would that be?" I inquired. Advancement in my training was amazing news!

"As you can probably tell from the look of things, we have just been raided by the Killjoys. But we obtained one of their members for you to interrogate. Now you can continue to Level Two Training," she smiled warmly at me. I felt so proud that she trusted me to interview the new prisoner, and straight away too!

DR. DEATH DEFYING / \ GNIYFED HTAED .RD

PARTY POISON'S POV

We stormed the building, shooting every Drac in sight. I saw the past flash before my eyes, something you don't expect. People always tell you it was your entire life. No, all I saw was the night we came to retrieve Gracie from the selfsame place we were at now. I followed my mental map to the back rooms, the ones used for prisoners. That was where I had been, locked in a secure little white room until Truthful came to save me and the others. Surely that was where she would be. Where the prisoners of war were kept.

I flicked my red hair out of my eyes and marched forward, leading my brave little army. Ghoul led a smaller group, made up of the T3 Killjoys, off down one hallway to check the brainwashing control center. Maybe they could destroy it once and for all, or maybe Truthful was there right now. I cringed at the mere thought. She didn't deserve such a terrible ugly fate as being a mindless Better Living zombie. As we were nearing our destination, I heard shouting coming from one of the employee rooms. I ordered Jet to lead on, taking the rest to the back.

"I'm going to see what that noise is," I explained before jogging down the white hall to the door. I placed my ear against it.

"Ungrateful little rat! I've never had a worse friend in the entire world! Ugh! Not even a Killjoy could be that bad!" the flurry of insults included several not-so-nice words in the English language, and possibly several other dialects as well. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. It was Truthful's voice to be sure.

"Kat!" I knocked on the door, calling her real name out. She couldn't hear me. She continued to rant and rave before silence ruled the compartment behind the door once again. I heard the familiar sound of roller skates come up behind me and I turned around. As I suspected, Show Pony stood with one hand on his hip the other holding his gun.

"Hey Show, did you find anything?" I asked. "I found Kat! I'm just going to get the others and we'll break her out of here quick."

"I don't think so," Show said, his face grim. A mix of regret, sadness, anxiety, and betrayal flashed in his eyes. I wondered why it was there at all, why was he so nervous to be alone with me all of a sudden?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean that BLI has my sister hostage, and if I help them recapture you, they'll set her free," he said, stepping closer with every word. I backed up against the door, desperately wishing Kat could hear me. Where were the others? "Everyone else is heading back to the rondevous point. I sent out a transmission that we'd already succeeded." he said, as if he had heard my silent.

"You dirty rotten liar," I said, stepping forward again. Show Pony didn't retreat. He leveled his gun at my chest, adjusted a few buttons, and fired. The last thing I remember seeing was a pair of dirty roller skates maneuvering away down the clean white space.

When I woke up, the stinging smell of hand sanitizer met my nose. The smell worsened as a few men swarmed in, buzzing around me and doing something. I felt like a specimen on a table, which I probably was.

"Is he ready?" one of them asked his companion.

"Yes, I do believe we can call Agent," the second replied.

"She will be most pleased. Maybe this one is for the new recruit to interrogate," the first nodded happily, his thin layer of white hair falling up and down. New recruit?

"They have a new recruit?" I asked, curious about the running of this place.

"Yes, you'll be meeting her in a few minutes for interrogation," he said.

"Another one? You guys know I never say anything," I snorted, confident in my ability not to crack under pressure.

"I have the feeling that you'll want to talk this time," one of the scientists smirked and hurried away to punch buttons into a wall panel.

This could not be good.