Thomas Black, head prison guard, answered to the calls of his boss. Dr. Roselyn Waters gave him the opportunity to become more; he started where the inmates did, behind bars. Since then he bulked up, a ripped emblem of human perfection, not an ounce of fat on him. He was covered in tattoos, full sleeves and a larger back piece. His light brown hair short cropped a lightly teased to create a handsome frame for his sharp features. His eyes were a pale bright green that could pierce your soul with just a glance.
"Thomas, hurry up, we don't have all day." Dr. Waters commanded over the radio.
"I'm on my way woman." He bit back at her. His arms alone were strong enough to snap Roselyn like a twig. He hoped one day to get the opportunity to, but for now he was at her beckon call. He entered her office to see her impatiently tapping he fingers across her desk.
"I have an errand that requires your singular talents." Dr. Waters said, without even glancing up at him. She stared at the security screen in front of her. She was completely entranced.
"What do you have for me this time?" Thomas asked genuinely impressed. "I'm up for a bit of fun."
"This girl perplexes me. I want everything she knows. I want it now" Dr. Waters barked. She had yet to look away from the security screen.
"By any means necessary?" Thomas questioned, "Consider it done."
"I'm counting on you to do this. Don't mess up this time; it may just cost you your head if you do." Dr. Waters said watching the girl.
Veronica hadn't moved all day, she was lost. For the first time in her life, she didn't have a plan, she had no exit strategy.
"My attempt at insanity landed me here. This is not what I had wanted." She thought to herself. She had taken careful care of herself for years. Having lived alone on the streets to avoid her home life, she had only snuck into the house when necessary. Her family, even after her father married April's mother was well to do. She hated it. She abhorred not working for what she had. She built everything she could, earn everything she had; she refused to let her family simply buy her things. Even the person she was, she worked hard to maintain a reputation. She refused to be seen as weak, she bottled her emotions, which only added to her overall darkness. That darkness became her armor; from a distance it was impenetrable. Up close though, the chinks in here armor were greater than the armor itself. She had always avoided any relationships because of it. Her emotions were seen as weakness to her. Yet anymore she was letting her emotions fly.
"What am I becoming? Is there anything left of me?" She pleaded with herself, hoping to reset things to what they were, to go back to her life of darkness.
April wondered long into the day what was to come of her. She played with her hair, simply to have something to do. When things were as they were supposed to be, Veronica would play games with her. Or at least she thought that they were games.
"Where is Veronica?" She thought. She had done so much better since Veronica entered her life. As a child she had always been behind. She just couldn't keep up with the other kids. The school had thought she was just a discipline problem, with her desperate cries. They believed she wanted attention. In truth, she just couldn't grasp what was going on. Then Veronica showed up, even as she may have disliked April at first, she adopted her like a daughter. Every night Veronica would forgo her own homework to help April understand and complete hers.
"Why did you leave me?" April cried out. She was so frustrated, so flustered. She had no idea what was going on. "Will someone explain what is going on!" she wailed. She continued long into the evening, until at last she was silenced by pure exhaustion. Her body lay on the ground, passed out from the expensive use of energy.