Creed just stood there. She wasn't doing anything else, just standing around... in a courtroom... where she was on trial for the attempted murder of her teammates. She was sure that she should be paying attention to what was going on around her, but what was the point? Her friends were gone. Sure, they weren't dead, but which was worse? Death, or laying in a bed because your brain can make your body breathe and mess all over yourself and that's it? Because the second option sure wasn't living. Oh well. It didn't matter anyway. They were going to find her guilty. She could already see it in their eyes. She was nothing. No one. For them, a traitor who deserved to die at best. At worst, just a name on a paper. They write guilty down to go home faster.
Maybe they'll have supper waiting. Mashed potatoes and meatballs with gravy, maybe a nice steak or a salad if they're trying to eat healthy. Either way... She didn't matter to them. To any of them. The only person who might believe her wasn't there, and to everyone else she was just traitorous whore, someone who slept around, did drugs, and apparently, poisoned her teammates. They weren't even calling them her friends... Not even surprised. Maybe when she got back to her cell she would save them the trouble of executing her. She had not been given much, just a bucket and a stool. Even a bed was denied her. Didn't matter. She could bite off her tongue, maybe crack her head open like an egg. She looked down and saw her hand shaking. Creed took a few deep breaths while the prosecution prattled on about her deviant behavior. Oh yes civilian man, assume that sending children to fight the monsters would have no mental repercussions at all. Let's forget the orphanage. The beatings, the rapes, having to kill... Let's forget how she had learned to enjoy hurting others, and how she enjoyed hurting herself. How she had been trying to make a better life for herself and get away from that life.
Creed took another deep breath. It would inconvenience everyone if she started crying. Couldn't have that. After all, they were only talking about killing her, why should she be rude by bursting into tears? It's not like she might want to live. Maybe be happy. Maybe make someone else happy? They only ever focused on that she smiled when she hurt herself. They never asked why, only assuming that she enjoyed it. They never... they never... it... it was to much. Creed reached out and touched the shoulder of her 'lawyer', though she used the term loosely. He turned to her, looking bored as he had the whole time.
"What?".
"Could I be excused?".
"Why? You going to cry or something? Something wrong?".
Creed lowered her arm at his disdainful sneer. "No, never mind". She wasn't even a person to this man, just something that was sitting next to him while he had to stay rather than be at home with his dinner. She... she was alone, in a room full of people. And no one cared. So she smiled. She smiled, and her tears were gone, and she looked happy and proud to be there.
Nothing was wrong. After all, Creed was fine.
*Author's Note*
I am not much of a writer, as I'm sure you can figure out by now. I am however an attempt at an anthology and it will not be in chronological order, as I'm sure you know if you've read up to this point. I don't really have much else to say, but if you're still interested in my story, thank you, and you have any tips or suggestions please let me know.