::Author Note::
My last chapter sucked ass. I am SO SORRY. I have had the worst week, mental health wise. And it's affecting my writing. I'm very sorry, I hope this one makes up for it. Enjoy.
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I stare up at him anxiously. My ex boyfriend, Trevor Boomstick. He was only a inch or so shorter than Locus. His exterior gruff, and built. He was a body builder- Or at least when we were dating. In the end we broke up because he couldn't seem to stay in one bed. Meaning, he slept with eight other girls.
Now, looking up at the shaggy headed blond man I felt a cold stab of fear.
"Look I don't know what you're talking about. Let's go talk in the-" I begin to say coolly. He scoffs. "BullSHIT Vanta. You better start TALKING NOW!" He takes a hulking step closer. My mind races for any inclination of what to do.
I stand my ground. Lifting my chest lightly. "HEY! YOUR ASS BETTER BACK THE FUCK UP." I snarl. The room goes quiet and eyes are trained on the two of us. I speak more quietly. "I am not Your ex girlfriend, so you better get the fuck away. I'll talk to you in the library if there's a-" He slaps a hand out catching the back of my head and gripping my short head of hair.
I cry out as he lifts me up. "You think a hair cut is really going to keep me from recognizing you Vanta? REALLY?" He spits in my face. A moment passes, as I think on what to do. But I don't have a chance as Whizz jumps out.
"Hey! Get off of him!" Boomstick looks over. "Who's this? Your new boyfriend? Really Vee. And I thought you had better taste then that you little slu-" I slam my forehead into his nose.
He drops me. Hands flying to his nose. Everyone'Oohs'. I grit my jaw and bring my fist up in an uppercut. His head jerking up. People start stomping their feet. A slow chant building of, "Fight. Fight. Fight!"
He shakes his head glaring at me. Blood now streaked down from what could easily be seen as a broken nose.
"Still hard headed as always you bitch." He sneers before throwing a hard hit to my sternum. I wheeze an fly back into the bar of the lunch line. Before falling to the floor. Gasping for air. Whizz throws himself at my ex. Whizz was almost as tall. But no where near the muscle mass of Boomstick.
They get into a nasty brawl ending with Whizz pinned to the ground and having repeated punches thrown into jaw. I groan and pull myself to my feet. Running and tackling Boomstick off. He grunts on impact. I give a flurry of punches to his abdomen. He narrows his eyes at me and with hardly a huff throws me off and into the air. I come crashing down on my side.
He moves to pin me. A hand going to my throat to hold me down. Whizz goes for his back. Too which NY ex turns and starts to fumble with him. In advertently putting intense pressure on the hand laid across my neck.
I gape emptily. Desperately trying for air. Hands clawing at his forearm and hand. No one moves to help the three of us.
It is then I spot Felix and Locus enter the room. Talking to each other boredly before taking in the fight.
Dark spots are clouding over my vision. I gasp and try to scream. Boomstick adjusting and holding even more unintentional pressure on my neck. As he tries to throw a frantic Whizz off his back.
The last thing I see before slipping is Locus and Felix trying in desperation to push through the crowd of chanting Inmates.
_/°3rd person°\_
Vantas golden amber eyes fall shut. Boomstick above her unaware of the happening. He manages to land a blow to Whizzes temple. Knocking him out, his body falling to the floor with a thump.
Just in time as Boomstick turns to deal with what he thought would be a conscious ex girlfriend, he's met with the sight of Locus's Large fist crushing into his face; With a force he'd never have.
Boomstick falls back and off of Vanta a good five feet. Before Locus is on him again. Throwing hit after hit to his face.
Felix moves to his friend. Grabbing her body and setting her straight. "Vanta?! Vanta!" He shouts. Slapping her cheek very lightly and shaking her shoulders. He'd seen the hand on her throat and knew well enough she'd been choked.
"Dammit!" He growls. He moves and grabs her lips. Pulling her mouth open and breathing in. A few breaths later moving and giving her chest compressions. Wondering lightly what the tight wrap of fabric under her prison shirt was.
"Come on Vanta!" He growls. Moving to give her mouth to mouth once more.
In the meantime Locus was beating Boomstick to a bloody pulp. As he lifts his fist for a final blow Boomstick chokes out a wet, "Wait! Don't- don't you want to know. Vantas- Secret?" Blood burbling from his broken mouth.
Locus narrows his eyes. Boomstick gives a broken sadistic grin. "She's a woman." To which Locus merely shakes his head. "I know." Then with a final hit it's done.
Boomstick lies still on the cold prison floor. Just as Vanta takes in a deep shuddering breath. Coughing lightly as breath returns to her body.
"Thatta boy." Felix coos. Patting her back lightly. Vanta takes a few more wheezing breaths before her eyes fall shut again with exhaustion. Felix frowns and scoops the slight woman into his arms bridal style. Intent on carrying her to the cell.
Locus stands. Fists with a layer of blood over them, preparing to take Vanta and do it himself. With the thought in mind of questioning her upon her awakening when the cafeteria doors slam open. Armed guards walking in.
"Inmate Ortez on the ground now!" Shouts a redhaired guard. Her pistol trained on him. The majority of the prisoners in the room scatter.
Felix casts his darker friend a scared look. The guards never cared when they fought, why was this time any different?
Andersmith kneels by Boomsticks body. Holding two fingers to his neck for a few seconds. Pulling away and shaking his head. Oh holy shit. I guess that's why.
"Check out inmate Gerald Whizz." The redhead orders. Two other guards move to do as directed. Throwing thumbs up.
Locus currently kneeled on the ground is prodded with a boot. Andersmith tutting his lips. "Looks like we finally gotcha Ortez. You're going to the SHU for a while cause of this. How's three months sound. Eh?"
Felix shakes his head. The SHU. The prisons Solitary Housing Unit. Aka, solitary confinement. With all the nut jobs and real killers. Locus is cuffed aggressively and pushed to his feet.
As he's being forced to march out he casts Vanta in Felix's arms a look. "Watch out for Black." He grunts to the slender man as they pass by.
As he's being led away Andersmith walks up to Felix, using his gun to turn her face. "Kid can't keep out of trouble." He grins. Felix casts him an awry look. Taking a step back, not approving of the look on the guards face, nor the way he used his gun to touch her.
Andersmith smirks before belting a, "INMATES LEAVE THE CAFETERIA." Right in his face, though directed to a the remainder of men.
Felix holds her limp form tighter to his chest and walks out with the hoard. Unaware of the dangerous thoughts in The guards mind.
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_/°Vanta One day later°\_
When my eyes peel open. They burn.
Light entered my bunk through the curtains that were drawn open. Every breath I took was a knife, having the flat of its blade scraped against the inner wall of my throat.
I must have made some sort of sound, because Washes head peaked into my bunk. "Vee. You're up. Thank god. How do you feel."
I open my mouth to reply sarcastically, 'Fit as a motherfucking fiddle,' but no sound came out; Save for a weak whining noise. He frowns. "Try me again?" I go to speak once more with the same results.
I jolt in my bed. Hands flying to my throat. I whince as they brush the heavily bruised surface.
"Woah woah, easy there." He reaches an arm up and takes my hand down. "Easy. Your windpipe got crushed under that guy. Docs said that you might be mute for the first few hours up to two days.
I frown in the stereotypical, 'Ugh! what the fuck?' Face. He smiles to me sweetly. It's then that I look down to see he was still holding my hand.
I yank mine away. Probably blushing wildly.
He frowns. "Right, well. I'm just going to go to the TV room. Want to join?"
I shake my head. The need to pee overwhelming. He frowns a little deeper. "Oh, alright. You might want to talk to Felix. He's lonely, since Locus got thrown in solitary."
My eyes widen and brows shoot for the sky. 'What?!' I go to demand. Cringing as pain sears through my throat. My eyes water and I put my hand up gently.
"How about, you don't try talking anymore. Okay?" Wash says. I give him a look. He chuckles awkwardly. "But yeah, Locus um. He accidentally killed that guy who was on you. Boomstick?"
I look down. Absorbing what he said silently and nodding. He shrugs, "But yeah. He beat the shit out of him. Got three months solitary for it. And got ten years tacked on his sentence. Which is already life, so-"
'So he's fucked'. I say in my mind. Looking down sadly. 'And it's my fault.'
Wash smiles at me. "It'll be alright Vee. Catch ya later." I look after him. Wanting to call him back.
Oh well. I need to pee anyway.
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I pat Felix's back unsurely. We were seated outside on the basketball court. He stared out at the flat top. A month ago, it would've been sweltering. But as fall rolled around slowly, it only seemed to hold a slight warmth.
"I should've stopped him. As soon as I got you breathing again, I shoulda pulled him off that guy. Then we'd be fine. Everything'd be fine." I shake my head. Mouthing 'no'. He ignores the gesture. "Maybe he should've helped you. I coulda fought that guy. Then shit would be okay." Again I shake my head. Grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to look at me.
I point at myself. Mouthing that it was my fault.
He frowns, "How can it be your fault. I heard what happend, the guy was nuts. Started saying you were his girlfriend or something and attacked you. He was huge, it was anyone's BUT your fault." I frown and look down.
It was my fault though. I should've found a way to defuse the situation.
We hear footsteps and both look. Whizz is standing there, looking half dead. "Vanta, I gotta talk to you." Felix moves protectively, putting an arm around my front. "Yeah, and why's that?"
Whizz narrows his eyes. "None of your business rat face."
My eyes almost pop out of my head with shock. Felix jumps to his feet. "The fuck did you just call me?!"
I'm up in a flash standing between the two men. Mouthing, 'woah woah!'. Felix growls. "Friend of yours Vee?" I nod and give Whizz a look that could kill.
"You heard her. So back the fuck up." Whizz throws. Puffing his chest out.
Jesus Christ, no wonder all the other cops got busted.
I throw a small punch to his gut. My only way of getting him to shut up. Turning back to Felxi I throw a small sympathetic look. He flares his nostrils. "Watch your mouth boy. I don't care if you are Vantas friend, I'll paint the walls with your damn face."
Before moving away. I look after him solemnly. Whizz coughs lightly. I jerk back around punching his shoulder.
"Hey hey! Easy! Damn. What?!" I frown. He cocks his head before his eyes widen, "Oh can you not- You can't talk with your throat like that huh? Damn. Hey, you sign?"
He puts his hands up, asking me with them as well. I lift mine and sign back. 'Yes I can, and you are a fucking stupid prick you know that?'
He winces. "Yeesh Vee. Kinda-" 'Don't call me Vee. My friends call me Vee.'
He puts his hands up in surrender. "My bad, my apologies. Look I wanted to talk to you about Andersmith."
'What about him?' "I've been watching him. Almost got caught a few times. I've noticed that he locks the showers every day about an hour after they open for around 30 minutes."
I give him a blank look. That was when Andersmith took me so I could shower. Though, I still have the key Whizz had given me, so now I could probably go whenever I want.
'Seriously? You are a horrible cop. That's when I SHOWER!' I sign at him aggressively. He looks down in shame. "I uh-oh." I roll my eyes and walk past him.
Is this seriously the cop I'm paired with. Jesus Christ,I might as well tell EVERYONE that he's a cop he's doing so well.
Ugh I'm so stressed.
I walk back to my cell. Sharkface snoring lightly in the bunk under mine. I crawl up to mine silently. Pondering what to do. I needed to watch Andersmith, maybe catch him giving inmates contraband. If I could get my hands on a key to the cell doors, I might be able too.
I let out a silent groan and lean back. Bored. My thoughts flicking about randomly. Before memories of shirtless Locus, Wash, and Felix come to mind.
I swallow lightly. I glance to my side where the porn mag I'd boughten lay.
I quickly dart my head out of my curtained bunk. Sharkface was snoring soundly and loudly. If he woke I'd know.
I retract quickly and pick up the mag. A small grin overcoming my features as a hand falls beneath the waistband of my pants.
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I walk silently through the cells. Making my way to where the Freelancer gang was. I'd heard tell that one of them was an excellent thief, another, could pick any lock.
I knock lightly on the cell door. The people inside look up at me. "Can we help you?" Asks a soft voice. I look up, a platinum blond guy was standing there with soft blue eyes. I swallow. And nod.
He casts a look around and pulls me in. "What do you need done?"
I look at the cast of characters around me. I remember Wyoming. That mustache was unforgettable, and then York. North gestures me to sit on a bed. I stand for a brief moment longer and sign, 'Do any of you sign?' North nods chuckling. "Yeah I do. That have anything to do with the serious bruise on your neck?" I nod. Sitting, As I do I see the top of one of my favorite blond haired people in the top bunk of the opposite bed.
'Wait, Is that Wash?' The person rolls over sleepily. Smacking their lips before slumping to lay on the side towards us. It was Wash sure enough. 'What's he doing here?'I demand with my hands. North shakes his head."You can't tell your roommate he's here. Alright. Promise me you won't tell."
'I won't, I wouldn't. But why's he here?'
"Ever since he was attacked by Epsilon he has trouble sleeping at night. And I have a special massage technique that puts him right to sleep. So he comes here whenever he needs a power nap." I nod approvingly and look up at Wash's sleeping face with a slight smile.
"So, Why are you here?" North asks.
York crosses his arms. "Yeah why are you here?" I clear my throat. Cracking my knuckles lightly, wishing I could just talk. 'I need, if at all possible. Something stolen from the reds. Or training in lock picking.' North makes a face and turns to York. "She wants us to steal something from red gang. Or you to teach her lock picking." York snorts.
"Yeah, see I don't have the tools to pick locks here. Let alone teach you. So what do you need stolen? I'm going to guess a key." I nod. He purses his lips. "Well, it'll cost you. What tradable things do you have?"
I scowl. 'I don't have anything.' North frowns and looks at York. "Think maybe we could do it as a favor? Guy is friends with Wash after all." York makes a thoughtful face.
"Ugh. Fine. We'll do it as a favor. Now what kind of key is it?"
'Cell key.'
North widens his eyes at me. "What the hell does a guy like you need a cell key for?" I shrug, 'I want to meet a friend at the showers.' I lie with my hands.
He makes a face. "Alright, we'll have the key by the end of the day. Go take off for now before you're seen here."
I nod and stand. Holding a hand for him to shake. He takes it firmly.
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I'm sitting in my bunk, rereading the pirate book I had. When Wash strolls in. At the moment we were alone. "Vee. What the fuck?"
He growls approaching my bed. I look up, my curtains pulled open. 'What?' I Mouth.
He frowns. "You know what. What The fuck do you need a key for?!" I shrug, he furrows his eyebrows. "North said some bull about you meeting a friend in the showers. What's the real story?"
I go to groan. A pained whine coming out. My hands fly about signing a story to him. He shakes his head, "Vanta I don't- I don't speak sign language."
I frown exasperated and try talking. My voice scratchy and high pitched, not even a voice hardly. Just garbles. "Hey! Vee, what did I tell you. No talking till your voice is any better." He scolds. I glare at him. Holding my middle finger high.
"Maybe later. Look do you want this key or not?" He says holding a bronze key up. I nod. He presses his lips and hands me a pencil. I roll my eyes and write four words in the top corner of my book. Turning it to show him.
'Do you trust me?'
He nods, "Of course I do Vee I just gotta be sure you won't do something stupid." I wave my hand to say 'naaah'. He holds Eye contact for a few seconds.
"Liar." But he surrenders the key. Setting it on the bed. As I go to reach for it he grabs my hand lightly.
"Just. Don't get yourself hurt. Or in any trouble." He says kindly. I look into his stormy blue eyes and shake my head, mouthing. 'I won't.'
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::Author Note::
Will she find the culprit? Will she get in more trouble? Does Sharkface know she visited the freelancers? Is Andersmith really the bad guy? Is love blooming all around? How does Locus Know her secret? Will I ever stop asking questions? Find out in, the next episode- er, chapter.
Meanwhile, the votes are.
Locus: 20
Felix: 20
Wash: 14
Sharkface: 5
Church: 4
I mean. I think it's pretty obvious who's winning.
I'm considering taking Sharky and Church off the rosters. But what I want to ask,
If you guys want, I can make one of those threesome relationships. Like I've said, you guys have a DIRECT FUCKING SAY so please, feel free to request or spitball ideas. The story will mostly feature the person who's winning at the moment, as wash got like fucking about nine votes these past few days, this one had a lot of him time.
So please don't be shy.
Thanks for reading, ALSO.
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