Cold Blood: Capter 13
((A/N: this'll be written first person due to first hand accounts from Karkat and I don't want to do another time jump. Too many of those and I'll start feeling Hussie- MOVING ON.))
Well, at thirteen I was reported to the council. You were there, you watched Kankri drag me out, remember? You just sat there and did nothing- No, Sollux, I'm not blaming you for everything. Shut the fuck up. Alright, so I don't remember everything. I spent a day or so just locked up in a room, but at that point it was nothing unusual. Believe it or not, that time was probably the most relaxed out of all of it even if I'd been reduced to talking to myself. Well, not myself. You told me you saw it in a me suit, I was talking to that. I don't sound too insane, do I? No? Good.
Alright, so the next two days after that were spent under severe interrogation about what had happened. If anyone ever told you that the Council is fair and just, they were either extremely stupid or they'd never had an audience with them. I told them what I remembered happening - which wasn't much - and what I remember feeling - which wasn't much other than pain and fear - but it took them two whole fucking days to drain every last drop of resistance from me. I guess they still have a grudge against dad or something.
The next two are a lot more blurry. A lot of moving and a lot of hurting and a lot of dark that I can't remember. It was exhausting though, they kept telling my to push it out- CAPTOR, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SNICKERING AT?! SHUT UP.
I'm not sulking, Sollux, this is just hard to talk about. Stop making everything a joke just this once. Thanks...
I don't understand what they wanted me to do, but there was a long time when things were just dark. I guess that was when I was sleeping. Everything they wanted me to do took heavy tole on my energy, so those days were really important. And then you were there when I woke up. You know how things go from there. You know how things were easier and calmer. You know how I was more controlled. You know all this, I don't want to talk about life in excruciating detail. No, Sollux, I'm not going to tell you a story, you were fucking there, dipthong.
So then... Nothing really happened until the murders started. There were some nightmares but I'm not talking about those, they're not important. And then I got dragged in last month for a lot of questioning. I guess they wouldn't have believed how many times I claimed innocent, I was always guilty to them because of my previous circumstances. They talked a lot about my aspect being a sick mutation and called Kankri in to talk abut it a bit. It wasn't right, he was shifty and off his obnoxious game.
He looked different, but it's been years since I've really seen him up close so I don't think about it, why should I? I guess it just set me on edge how eager he was the throw me under the bus.
When they released me with a pat on the head, I didn't think a lot of it. I got a call from Letter from Gamzee and went to meet him the night of the last killing, but Gamzee wasn't there. It was someone standing over a corpse. And then they left and the guards got there and you know the drill from there. Is that enough of everything for you, Sollux? I didn't sleep well, I'm taking a nap. Yes, captor, in your room. Well fuck you too... Night.
((A/N: inadequate chapter is inadequate... If you're following Tracks, there won't be Ian update tomorrow due to the fact that I will be at a convention.))