Mind of a Killer

by RedMageMoogle

Kup-oooo! Reviews right off the bat, kupo! Here's chapter two, here on the interbutt.

On with the show, kupo!

-Sprohm, Prison Lobby-

A gruff bangaa was sitting at the desk at the prison, doing a stack of paperwork. He had always hated paperwork, and wondered why he'd taken this job.

The bangaa, named Ameno, looked up from his papers to see a Judge standing there. Ameno greeted him.

"Good day, Ssir Judge. How may I be of sservice to you?"

The Judge saluted. "One of the seven wanted prisoners is required by Clan Nutsy."

"Clan Nutssy? Hmm. Aren't they the oness who brought them in?"

"Yes. They say that one of them is wanted by the Jagd Emissaries, and apparently wish to interrogate her. I believe it is Killer Rayne."

"Ah. Right thiss way, pleasse."

Ameno opened the small door leading from behind the front desk to the rest of the prison facility. Turning to the right, he drew a set of keys from his pocket, and unlocked the door to the cell hallway. After walking for awhile, he stopped at the large cell that the seven criminals were being contained in. He entered, seeing Diaghilev Godeye, "Dark Duke" Lodion, the Gabbana Brothers, "Swampking" Kanan, and Dolce all sitting at the round table there, rather bored.

"Where iss Killer Rayne? She iss wanted by Clan Nutssy."

The nu mou Alchemist, Diaghilev Godeye, motioned to the sleeping quarters. "She's in there," was all he said.

Lodion raised an eyebrow. "What does Clan Nutsy want with one of us?"

"That iss none of your concern, 'Dark Duke'," Ameno growled. "Ssummon Rayne."

"Don't bother, I'm right here."

Rayne had apparently heard what was going on, and had emerged from the quarters.

Ameno beckoned to her. "Follow me."

-Sprohm, Bench Outside the Prison-

"I still don't know why we're doing this, kupo."

"I know, Montblanc...but I need to know more about Rayne. If the rumors are true, she's the Helje survivor."

Marche tapped his fingers on the side of the bench he and Montblanc were sitting on impatiently. He yawned as the prison door opened.

Ameno walked out with a handcuffed Rayne. "I have brought her. Pleasse pay me the bail."

"Thank you," Marche replied, handing Ameno a bag of 100,000 gil, earned from the many missions his clan had taken on. Ameno took the bag, and bowed. "She'ss in your handss. Should anything go wrong, she will be brought sstraight back to prisson. Undersstood?"

"Got it."

Rayne was completely silent as she was led away.

-Cyril, Streets-

Ah, the town life...Rayne had completely forgotten what it was like. She looked all over as she, Marche, and Montblanc (who was fluttering a short distance from Rayne out of what could be called paranoia) walked back to the Prancing Chocobo pub, which was overall the Clan Nutsy hangout.

Of course, Rayne didn't trust Marche, not at all. But...if he know anything about the Emissaries, she could...but for now, no.

Entering the pub, Marche immediately plopped a bag of gil on the counter and ordered a round of milk for the clan. "Sit," he said to Rayne. She reluctantly did so, to Marche's left.

Marche passed her a milk, then asked, "First things first. What do you know about a man named Ramses Armadin?"

Rayne snatched the milk and downed it in two gulps. It tasted like heaven-she hadn't drank milk for years and had forgotten what it tasted like.

Finally she spoke. "He used to be the prince of Ivalice. Before the Randell family."

Or before the world shifted... Marche was thinking.

"And how he formed the Jagd Emissaries? Anything on that?"

"No. I just know they exist."

Marche tried again, "Ok...maybe Jagd Helje? Do you know anything on its history?"

Rayne almost burst into tears from hearing that: memories came flooding back to her like a tidal wave. She held back her tears as she said, "All too much."

At that moment, Eldena sat down to Marche's right. She looked toward Rayne, and said, "Buck up, kiddo. You can tell us anything."

Rayne snapped, "Why should I be telling you anything? Why do you even want me here?"

Marche sighed. "Because we know you're not truly evil. No person can be. Well, except for Gukko," he mused, reminiscent of Clan Borzoi and the Redwings. "But that's aside the point. What I'm saying is that you need to say something to us, get it out of your mind."

Rayne slumped back in her chair. "All right, all right...but be quiet while I talk."

Kupo! Well, Rayne's out of prison. Bet the other Wanted! criminals are jealous, kupo!

Mako-Streak: Yes, it was "Wanted!" that caught my eye. Please update that and "Things are different now" soon, they're getting good, kupo!

Jhon 117: ...I'm glad you like the story, kupo...but your moogle impression leaves something to be desired, kupo...