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Trouble called for some LEPretrieval boys to come and bring a prisoner transportation shuttle, along with a straightjacket; Disasteress Rage had finally been recaptured.
A few minutes later, almost half of LEPrecon and most of LEPretrieval arrived in the largest vehicle the LEP owned; eager to see what Holly was like now.
Trouble sighed. "Not everyone had to come, you know. Now someone put the straightjacket on her; there'll be a riot if anyone sees her."
Several officers pinned down the screaming elf, removed her chains, and put the straightjacket on her. They forced her into a seat, and buckled her in. Then they attached a cable hanging from the ceiling to a ring on the back of her straightjacket. The seat belt was to keep her from being thrown around; the cable was to keep her from getting away.
"So," said one of the meaner LEPretrieval officers. "What've you been doing lately Holls?"
Holly looked up and growled at him, low and feral sounding.
"Careful," warned Trouble. "She's less sane that Artemis Fowl the 2nd when he's spouting love poems. That's why we're taking her to Argon's."
"Hey baby," said Chix. "You may be the most dangerous criminal of the millennia, but I still think you're hot." He winked 'seductively' at her.
"Chix," exclaimed Trouble. "I saw her; she has two completely different personalities. One is a coldblooded murderer, and the other one's a Mudlover. This girl is several dozen circuits short of a shuttle, and is much too dangerous to be flirting with."
Holly glared at him, struggling against her restraints. She hated them; all of them. They had only come to gloat, and all of them knew it. She HATED them.
Then, her vision went red. Every LEP officer was startled to see her suddenly lose it. She began to scream in fury, twisting and biting at the straightjacket. Her body bunched and coiled, attempting to escape her restraints. Suddenly, she brought her feet up and lashed out, immediately snapping the neck of the officer who first started mocking her.
Now that she had finally unleashed her anger, she began to calm down, her eyes losing their redness. That was when the bolt from a neutrino came point blank from Trouble's gun, and she lost consciousness.
She woke up, right before they arrived at Argons' psychiatrist ward.
Trouble was livid. "You killed him Holly. You killed him."
Holly looked sadly at the officer. "I did, didn't I? I didn't mean to," she said, looking at him earnestly. "Really, I didn't. I couldn't control it. I didn't want to kill him; at least, I don't want to, I did then."
He held up his hand for her to stop. "Holly, that's why you're here, you can't control yourself. That's why the last room that you're ever going to see, is the padded room that you are assigned. Now come on."
He unclipped the cable from her back, and pulled the subdued elf into the clinic. Dr. Argon had already arrived, and was waiting for them. He began to fill out a paper. He looked at Holly.
"Birthday," he asked.
Holly shook her head. "I don't know, sometime around April 7, and June18, 1925."
"Father's name?"
"Gunner Lord Shoot Gunner the 60th."
"Mother's name?"
"All I know is that her first name was Coral. I don't believe that she gave birth willingly."
"Living relatives?"
"None, no, wait. Biobomb Firestorm Gunner, my daughter."
Several people's necks made cracking sounds as they jerked their heads up to stare at her.
"She was made in an artificial womb," said Holly quickly. "I've only known of her existence for a couple days."
A sense of relief filled the air.
"I was just thinking," said Trouble. "I knew that you are bad, just not bad in that way."
She scowled at him.
"Full name both real and adopted?"
"Disasteress Rage Fear-Striker Gunner, and Holly Lyra Short."
He nodded, "Good. Now, would one of the officers kindly remove her straightjacket so that I can attach this band to her wrist?"
A few of the officers did so, holding her in a vice-like grip. The band had a long, thin needle in it that Argon slid into her vein, before wrapping the band around her wrist, and then snapping it shut.
"The band is made of an indestructible polymer and has been programmed to lock shut, and if she leaves the clinic, three things will happen. 1. An alarm will go off inside the clinic. 2. She will go unconscious, and 3. A tracking device will turn on, which we can use to quickly find her. Ever since Opal escaped, we've updated our security. Please leave the straightjacket off her; I do believe that it would be better if she stopped wearing it. We can handcuff her, though, just to make sure."
The officers reluctantly agreed.
"Now, follow me, she will be staying in room number 784, our highest security room. She will not be allowed to have any visitors aside from myself until she is cured, if that is even possible."
They entered the elevator, and he hit the number 7. They began to slowly move down, it being considered safest to hold the most dangerous of the insane even further below ground than average.
"Most of the rooms are uninhabited, so I will be able to work with her daily."
Once on level seven, Holly was scanned with metal detectors. The detectors went crazy. They checked her over, but found nothing. After several more attempts, Dr. Argon programmed it to ignore silver. This time, they were silent. He left, and came back with a machine what would detect the amount of silver in a fairy's body. Purple meant none, red meant a lot. On the little screen, the majority of Holly's body came up red.
"I have the feeling that in less than twenty years, this girl is going to have silver cancel," said Argon.
Most of the LEP officers nodded, surprised that she didn't already.
"Let's continue," said Argon.
They resumed walking, until they got to room 784. Argon pulled out a v-glove that responded only to his hand size, DNA, pulse, and fingerprints, and typed in a code onto a board that apparently only he could see.
The door opened with a hiss.
"We have only pure oxygen in here given through special filters. The room is airtight, but can be easily spoken through with an intercom."
Holly was pulled into the room. She looked around. There was a cot, a toilet, a sink, a miniscule dumbwaiter that was a foot long and 5 inches tall, and a stool that was apparently attached to the floor.
Everything was padded. The walls wee padded, the floor was padded, and the ceiling was padded. Even the cot and stool had padding on the legs, and the cot had padded sides that could come up to keep her from rolling out. Also, the toilet and sink could only be described as squishy looking. Oh, and the room was only about 6 feet long, 6 feet wide, and 5 feet tall.
These guys obviously had no idea that Holly was claustrophobic. They led her over to the cot, and sat her down on it.
"Good day, Miss Short, your food with arrive soon. I will start working with you first thing tomorrow."
They all left, the door shutting accompanied with a quiet 'hiss.' Holly leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes; attempting to imagine herself in a large room. She hated small places.
The three and a half foot bed went along one wall. The wall to the right had the three quarter foot toilet and the one foot sink. The wall next to that had the foot long dumbwaiter and three quarter foot stool, and the last wall held the door.
The room was tiny. Holly immediately determined that between her alter personality along with her fear of small spaces; there was no way she was ever getting out of the tiny cell. If Argon was correct, that within twenty years she would slowly die of silver cancer in this 180 feet cubed room; she sure hoped that death would mercifully finish her off quickly.
She was never going to see any of her companions again. Not Mulch, not Butler, not Juliet, not Lili, not Qwan, not Qweffor, not No1, not Biobomb, and most importantly, not Artemis.
Holly instantaneously raged, not stopping till her body was too tired to continue. From now on, life was going to be hell; and it was.
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