She heard footsteps echo off the natural rock walls. Two guards approched their cell and flung the door open. She looked up, startled. said the first guard to Riff, looking past Magenta. But what about the trial? She asked, paniced. It has already been held and you were found guilty, the guard said, not to Magenta but to her brother. And what about me? she asked. You can't prove anything, said Riff with fake calmness, his arms around his sister. Your finger prints were found on the anti-matter gun, said the guard to Riff, but not yours, he said, finally looking at Magenta. Both guards grabed Riff by the arms, dragging him from the cell. She fell back, but stood quickly and followed, but the barred door was slammed in her face. she screamed, as her brother was taken away. He struggled, but the two guards were stronger. She sat back down on the cold stone floor as he was taken from her sight. I don't cry, she told herself, but a black tear stained her white makeup.
