Chapter 3
The Torque was a placed to be feared by all. Those that feared retribution weren't sent here, they were sent elsewhere because they weren't evil enough. The most harden criminals were the only ones to be sent there. Many tried to escape but there were few who made it and none of them were ever seen alive again, though their bodies had all been retrieved.
Jadeite relaxed, assured there was no way Serenity could possibly escape and even if she did she'd no longer be a problem for the countries worldwide. He knew she was smart enough to not even attempt it, so he knew she'd be safe as well.
Theirs was a relationship of distrust and love, but it was mostly one sided. He was possessive of her, nobody else could have her, she was his forever. She longed to be free from his control, but until he released her she was forever within his hands. It was unfortunate that they had always been on the opposite sides of the law.
Serenity was blindfolded a half-hour before landing and secured to a wheel chair without possibility of any moment including her head. However her lips were still in working order. "Oh darn, I can't see." She laughed, the musical notes sounded creepy with her mocking laughter. "Jadey, what's going on, don't you trust me?"
"That's it, shut her up." Jadeite used his two fingers on his right hand to gesture forward another man he put another cloth around her head, this time shoving it into her mouth to refrain her from talking. "It's for your own good Serenity."
Serenity only mumbled an incoherent reply but he didn't disbelieve himself by thinking it was anything but a profanity or a degrading comment.
They rolled her to the security building that opened its gates after a series of codes were imputed. Serenity memorized all the numbers by sound only.
Nobody knew all her tricks; she had studied under several masters before she stuck out on her own. She even had her own natural abilities that were especially her own. She relaxed in her chair; this was going to be fun.
When the blindfold was removed Serenity blinked back the bright light, her eyes regaining the ability to see. She blinked once more for the hell of it and then her eyes trained on the balding man in front of her. Jadeite was talking to the man but he kept one eye on Serenity.
"She's very dangerous, I expect, the President expects the highest guard on her at all time. She is not allowed anything but food and clothes, I don't want her getting any special attention, she's to be isolated with very little social contact and do not go anywhere near her unless you plan to cuff her."
"If she's not insane already she surely will by the time you come back for her." The old man replied. "A year in a cell with no contact or any form of entertainment will shut her brain off and she'll grow restless."
"I am certain you know how to run this place and do your job, I'm sure you'll find a balance that will ease your consciousness and satisfy the United State's President and myself."
The old man hunkered down in front of Serenity with a faint frown across his lips. "I don't see the danger in you, you're not snapping like a rabid dog."
Blue eyes without emotion looked upon him with out a flicker of thought behind her gaze. "Don't delude yourself." Jadeite warned the man. "She's an excellent actress." Jadeite moved the old man away and put his face near Serenity's as two guards held her in place. "I'll be back in a year for you. Be a good girl while I'm gone."
Serenity smiled evilly. "I'll be what ever I want to be. Oh, and tell your president that no matter where I am, I can get a hold of him."
Jadeite kissed her cheek and under the pretence hissed in her ear. "You'll be beaten daily if you antagonize me anymore."
However he couldn't pull back fast enough to ignore her reply. "Oh don't worry about me, Jade, I'm sure I'll be making several new friends." She smiled sweetly up at him with the false innocents shinning brightly in her crystalline orbs.
Jadeite left letting her have the last word yet again and half way back he was hit by the feeling something wasn't quite right. He got out of his seat and followed his gut towards the underside of the airplane. He only heard the whine seconds before the plane blew up in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and a half curse died on his lips as the explosion roared over the sound of his voice.
Meanwhile Serenity was talking to the balding man. He smiled at her gently before leaning across the desk to page in somebody. A tall man with long platinum blond hair pulled back into a ponytail walked in. "Serenity, I'd like to introduce you to our warden, Malachite. Malachite, we have a new inmate."
"You mean you're not the warden?" Serenity asked the old man, a faint frown crossing her face, her plans needed to be adjusted. The frown disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving her face a blank mask.
"Oh dear, no, I'm the owner of several prisons and this one is the one I had to be at today for your arrival. Malachite will be in charge of your day to day events."
That explained the pictures.
Malachite sent her a cold glance, but for some reason he was inclined to like her, maybe it was because she looked so much like his wife. "I will have several guards assist her to her cell." Malachite turned his attention to the old man. "Zoicite will be in charge of her personally."
"Good plan." The old man nodded in thought. "Jadeite wishes for her to have a private chamber away from everybody else. We will comply but we'll let her out with everybody else."
"I will have to advise against that for awhile." Malachite countered. "We'll let her out if you wish but she's to be handcuffed at all times in the Neco."
"Isn't that a little extreme?"
"I've read over the reports of what she's done, I believe she's getting off light." Malachite sent another gaze towards the girl and he couldn't believe this fragile innocent girl could have done all that they said she did.
"All right, I'll leave it up to you, I have to get going. I'll see you at dinner tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Malachite clasped the older man's shoulder and he left. Malachite leaned against the oak desk and leveled her with a gaze. "You will be an interesting mix to the Torque." He rotated his jaw, stress obviously gaining on him. Three guards entered and stood next to the door waiting for instructions. "Zoi, you will be given personal duty on her."
Zoicite nodded briskly. "Where is she going?"
Malachite cracked a grin. "Let's put her E353x."
Zoicite shared his grin and ordered his men into their positions.
Serenity watched bemused as they made a huge deal about just moving her out of the room and as one held open the door two rolled her out and Malachite followed behind to watch what would happen. She was carted down the hallway and into the East wing and up three floors. As she was pushed all the inmates moved towards the door to their cages and all the men catcalled as they saw her.
One of the other guards ran his club against the bars as he yelled for them to quiet down. "Shut up you idiots!"
One of the more rowdy men shouted out. "What's the babe's name?"
He didn't get a verbal reply, his only answer was his hand being smacked by the club and he pulled it back hollering in pain.
Serenity burned all their images into her mind with only a passing glance. However one man required a second flicker. He was leaning against the wall and looking casually out of the cell, he wasn't even looking at her, but at the direction she had come.
A slight smile flickered across her face; it was Endymion Callozzo, best known only as Dymion. He was the resident bad boy on the streets of Venice. He had a mob under him his liege before he was sentenced to twenty years behind bars for various crimes. Most of the evidence had been circumstantial. However the evidence against her didn't hold much more water because she never left physical traces of her crimes but that didn't mean she'd be found innocent. There is nobody in the world that would believe she was not guilty or even suggest it. That was why she had to find her own way out or she'd be here for the rest of her life.
As much as prison would be fun with these boys, she didn't have life in jail as her goal. She planned retirement to be of her own making.
The smile disappeared and she turned her attention to the man walking far back. "Malachite." She drawled with a husky voice.
Malachite's eyes trained onto hers as her head twisted to see him. "Yes?"
"I'm going to be so lonely in my stall, maybe I could have a visitor every so often?" She inquired softly.
Malachite stared into those great big blue eyes, the soft blond hair fell over her face obscuring just part of her left eye. He moved the strands and a faint bruise outlined the outside of her eyebrow. He was drawn to her like a moth was drawn to a flame. "Which one were you thinking of princess?"
"Dymion."
Malachite withdrew his hand like he'd been burnt. "Now Dymion's not somebody you'd want to mess with…"
"Please?" She bit her lip in innocence, looking at him pleadingly.
"I'll see what I can do." He promised and he was rewarded a huge perfect white toothed smile. Somewhere in his brain kicked a warning how are her teeth perfect when she's been in fights?
Malachite pulled away finally catching himself and what he'd allowed himself to be drawn into, she was just so… enticing.
He was thanked profusely and they finally reached her cell. Serenity was held down by two of the guards as Zoicite unlatched her from the wheelchair.
"Zoicite." Serenity's soft musical voice reached his ears and he looked up from what he was doing, never completely letting her out of his sight. "I'm not going to fight you, I'm not going to try and escape."
For some unexplainable reason he trusted her and he nodded for the guards to let her go and he completed releasing her. She stood with all the guards posing a gun at her and inside she smirked that they believed they could stop her with just that measly force. The wheeled the chair out and every last man exited the cell. Serenity turned as the door slid shut with a resounding clank and it locked automatically.
She watched them leave out of her peripheral vision; her thoughtful focus was on the door. She memorized every nook and cranny before sticking her face through the bars and only got to her cheeks. The wolf whistles started up again and she slid her hand out with a small wave before pushing away from the bars and lying down on her cot, a satisfied smile gracing her lips as she stared up at the ceiling.
