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Chapter 22 Sentence 2
Saphira sat in a metal chair glaring at the wooden table she sat at; across from her sat Enid. It had been two weeks since Saphira and Loki led an alien invasion on New York City, and Enid's seven years of law school was finally coming in handy, as she was acting as Saphira's lawyer. At the moment, she was reading all the charges Saphira faces for what seemed like the millionth time. It was a pretty long list, everything from first-degree murder to distraction of property. Enid figured she could get most of the minor ones thrown out, as the prosecution would most likely want to concentrate on the major ones; it doesn't help much but is something she guessed. She'll have to contact the DA, see if they can make a plea deal if she can get Saphira to agree, and possibly ask for a speedy trial. Considering everything, Enid was sure she would be granted one.
"I think we should try to make a plea deal," Enid said after getting done reading the charges and highlighting the ones she thought she could get thrown out. Saphira frowned at her.
"You have to be joking, right?" Saphira demanded, crossing her legs; she was in a foul mood; she hadn't slept all night, had another one of those headaches, kept having weird dreams, and her back was hurting and bruised from where Rumlow kneed it, and she was missing Loki.
"No, sister, I am not." Enid replied, "Don't give me that look; you're in a lot of trouble. You could be facing the Death Penalty."
"Please." Saphira snorted. "You think these Midgardains can kill me?"
"Yes, I do believe that is possible; they'll find a way; you are not immortal," Enid answered. "Besides, doesn't that collar make you just like any other Midgardain? They can keep it on you when..." Enid didn't finish the sentence, but she saw a flicker of fear in Saphira's eyes as she reached up and pulled on the collar.
"I hate this thing," Saphira said. It was uncomfortable, itchy and she was pretty sure it was what has given her the headaches and making her feel tired a lot lately.
"Well, you are going to have to get used to it; they'll most likely keep it on you the whole time you are in prison," Enid told her; Saphira frowned at her and crossed her arms.
"Why are you being mean?" Saphira demanded. Enid frowned at her.
"I'm not mean; I am trying to get you to take this seriously." Enid defended. "Do you want to die?"
"I would rather die than spend the next hundreds of years wearing this awful orange jumpsuit." Saphira joked, "It classes terribly with my hair." Enid slammed her folder shut and groaned.
"Stop," Enid demanded. "Just stop acting like this isn't serious, that you aren't in a lot of trouble, and start acting like your life is on the line, I can't help you if you don't take this seriously."
"Why does it matter? Loki will break me out no matter my sentence." Saphira said. Enid groaned again.
"You could be killed before another hundred years passes," Enid remarked, Saphira glared at her.
"That's not fair," Saphira said.
"It's the truth," Enid said. "He may not even be able to break out of the dungeons."
"He'll be able to, Loki will find a way, and It won't take Loki that long now; he's probably plotting his escape as we speak," Saphira said. "If not I'll just break out of whatever prison they put me in and go get him."
"I'm so sick of hearing about Loki." Enid snapped "Ever since you meant him when you were children it's been, Loki this Loki that, when it has always been me taking care of you, me that was always keeping you out of trouble, me cleaning up all your messes, all Loki did was keep you in trouble."
"Loki has done a hell of a lot more than just get me in trouble." Saphira said, "He saved you and me from being beheaded along with our parents, did you forget that, Enid?"
"Of course I didn't." Enid denied. "I will always be thankful to him and Frigga for saving us that day, but, Sister, I doubt you, and I would have been beheaded; Thor would have never allowed harm to come to me. Do you think Loki would have allowed you harm?"
"Of course not, that's why he helped us escape," Saphira said. "The day he fell from the Bifrost, he did so because he was saving me from falling, and lost his balance."
"I didn't know that part." Enid frowned. Thor hadn't mentioned that to her.
"Of course you didn't you weren't there." Saphira said, "Stop judging Loki and blaming him for everything. I make my own damn decisions."
"Then stop bringing him up every second," Enid demanded. "I understand you miss him, but this is about you, your life on the line here, not Loki's; why won't you take this more seriously? Why are you not more concerned about the outcome of your sentence?"
"Because I know even if I was sentenced to death and Loki was unable to show up in time to save me, and I was unable to get away myself, that you, Sister, would never allow anyone to take my life, no matter what I did," Saphira answered.
"Oh," Enid replied, shocked by the answer, but Saphira was right; Enid much whether save her sister the legal way, but if it came down to it, she would do anything to save her sister. She was her only family, after all. She knew Saphira would do anything to save her if it was the other way around.
"Enid shocked into silence, something I thought I'd never see." Saphira teased.
"I think I might have thought of a pela deal if you're willing to do it," Enid said, changing the subject.
"You're the Lawyer whatever you think is best," Saphira said. "Like I said before Loki..."
"Will show up and rescue you anyway." Enid finished, "I'll contact them first thing in the morning." Saphira only nodded. They talked just a few minutes more, then Saphira was taking to her cell and Enid left.
Enid had been right, they gave Saphira a speedy trial, she only had to wait three weeks, they had to move her to a holding cell at SHEILD, people would show up at the jail demanding Justice. Wanting Saphira dead, surprisingly almost as many showed up demanding Saphira to be released, those were primarily mutants, though, who had gotten in their head that Loki and Saphira ruling would have given them a better life. Enid spent all her time working on Saphira's case. Enid called up the prosecutor and asked to come to some deal, she didn't want her little sister to be locked up for a very long time, but she also didn't want her dead, so she agreed on the only offer that was given that kept Saphira alive.
When her sentence day arrived, and she was brought to the courtroom, Saphira got a surprise to see not only Remy Lebeau sitting on her side but also Henri and Jean Luc Lebeau, Remy's adopted brother and Father sitting with him; they gave Saphira a wave, she waved back, and gave a slight smile, it meant a lot to her that Henri and Jean Luc came from New Orleans, to be here to show Saphira support, especially when they hadn't seen her in years. Remy wasn't a surprise as he visited her every chance he got while in jail before she had gotten moved to SHEILD.
Saphira knew the deal Enid had arranged before it was brought up in court, she knew how long Enid had offered to get the death penalty off the table, and that it was also going to cost her sister a few million, she had agreed to donate in the help of rebuilding New York, and help set up founding to donate to those affected in the attack, but when announced to the judge that they had come to an agreement that Saphira would be sentenced to five hundred years in a maximum-security prison, without the possibility of parole, and being who and what she is, Saphira would live all those years, even though Saphira knew she wouldn't be in there that long, she still felt a little numb at the thought and Enid had to hold back her tears as she turned to her sister and hugged her.
Saphira pulled back and grinned at her sister. Then to Enid's surprise, she leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Sissy," Saphira told her, tears falling from her own eyes. Enid looked surprised; Saphira hadn't said she loved her since they left Asgard and hadn't called her Sissy since they were children.
This time tears did come from Enid's eyes, as she held her sister's hand when the guards put her in chains, but she had to let go as she was lead out of the courtroom; Saphira glanced at Enid and gave a small smile as she was lead away.
Saphira was lead out a secret exit to an unmarked van with no windows; she climbed up in it and was made to set on a bench like a seat up against the wall; she would be taken to a helicopter, then flew to a prison built to hold dangerous and powerful mutants that stood out in the middle of an island, surrounded by the ocean, Saphira just knew she was going to be miserable there. Hopefully, it was nothing like the prison on Asgard, or else she would go crazy.
It took forty minutes to get to the secret island; the prison had a tall brick wall surrounding it, barbwire was sticking up on top, the prison itself was grey stone, depressing looking, but Saphira was a little happy to see prisoners outside doing different activities, at least she wouldn't be locked up in a cell around the clock.
They landed just outside the brick wall, and Saphira was made to get out, and she was led into the prison, where the guards signed her off to a woman named Bea, then left, Bea grabbed a prison outfit from a cabinet, and handed it to Saphira, then pointed to a restroom across from them, a guard unlocked the chains around her hands and ankles, and stood outside the restroom so Saphira could go in and change, the prison clothes here were a little better, dark blue pants, with a button-up light blue top, that had a number across the pocket, Saphira's last name was already sewed in on a patch on the other side, the clothes were a bit baggy on her, but she wasn't complaining since they were more comfortable than that awful orange one she had to wear at the jail. Saphira pushed her hair out of her face, and after taking a deep breath opened up the door and walked out. Bea tossed a pair of sandals at Saphira's feet and she put them on.
"Follow me," Bea said, then turned and headed down the hall, Saphira followed, the guard following quietly behind her. She led Saphira into a room, that had two other women in it, these two on the young side, the room resembled a small doctor's room.
"Take your shoes off and step up here. Let's get your weight." Bea told Saphira, pointing to a scale; she did as she was told; one of the other women came over with a clipboard and wrote her weight down, then Saphira was made to stand still while they checked her height.
"Why is this necessary?" Saphira demanded.
"So, we can have a description of you if you were to ever escape." The woman sitting at the computer said, Saphira doubted it would help when she did escape since she would leave the planet, but for once kept her mouth shut, and did as she was told, as they asked her about her powers and abilities, seeing no way out of it, she explained just enough to satisfy them. After their questions, one of them handed Saphira a drawstring bag.
"This is three pairs of uniforms, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, towel, and soap," she explained.
"You are responsible for washing your clothes," Bea said. "And the towel, every Friday you and your cellmate will be taken down to the laundry room to wash them, you only get four informs, want anymore you must pay for them, want any fancy kind of soap or shampoo, they can be brought in by family or friends on visiting day, but we check all gifts brought before handing them to the prisoners, visiting days are every other Sunday." She turned to the guard. "She may be taken to her cell now.
"Follow me." the guard demanded, turning and opening the door, Saphira did as she was told, and walked behind the guard as they went upstairs until they got to the top floor, where he met up with another guard outside the door, he checked his clipboard confirmed Saphira was supposed to go to this cellblock, unlocked the door, and then led him and Saphira down a hall, around a corner, then turned to the right, down another hall until he came upon another door, the guard took out keys and unlocked it. Opened the door and walked through, Saphira followed him, they passed rolls and rolls of big metal doors, with tiny windows that Saphira guessed were the cells they put the prisoners in, she was already getting nervous by the looks of them. They stopped at the very end, where the guard unlocked and opened the cell.
"Your new roommate is still outside but due back in any minute now." The guard said. "Your bed is the unmade one, make it and put your things away in the cabinet next to your bed, do not touch anything that does not belong to you, your cellmate can be a bitch."
Saphira said nothing as she went into the room before the guard closed the door She looked around, the room was a little bigger than she thought it would be, there were two beds across from each other, up against the wall, the bed on the left side, was the one for her, so Saphira went over to it tossed her bag to the floor and begun to make it. In the middle of the room, was a round table with two chairs on either side. The cabinet the guard was talking about was a door above a desk that sat up against the wall above her bed, it opened to review a little storage space behind it, Saphira tossed her bag in it then shut the door. She went and checked out the bathroom, it was small, only had a sink, toilet, and a small shower.
Saphira walked back out and sat on her bed, and looked around; the room was primarily white, white walls, white tile floor, over on the back wall towards the top was a small window with small bars on the outside and could not be open. The bedspread on the bed was a greyish-blue color, so were the sheets. The room almost looked like a hospital room, not what Saphira was expecting. Though that didn't make it any better. As she looked around, Saphira noticed her roommates desk and her cabinet was at the foot of her bed; above the bed taped to the wall was a picture of a blue guy, with a tail next to him was Remy's wife, Rogue, next to that picture was one of Remy and Rogue's wedding. Her roommate must be either friend or related in some way to Rogue.
Saphira turned away and slipped her shoes off and laid down; she already hated it here. She wanted to leave; she wanted Loki, wanted her sister. She didn't want to be here. She wished more than ever that they had won, and if it hadn't been for those nosey X-MEN, they probably would have or at least gotten away when they lost. She just hoped it didn't take Loki too long to escape Asgard and break her out of here; she'll give him a few months, then if he hasn't shown up by then, she'll start figuring a way out of here and to Asgard to break Loki out.
The sound of footsteps stopping in front of her cell door brought Saphira out of her gloomy thoughts, then the sound of the door unlocking and then a click, as it opened.
"Alright, Darkholme, go on in and met your new roommate." The guard ordered. The door was soon slammed shut, and Saphira heard footsteps on the other side of the room; her cellmate was making a lot of noise, but Saphira tried to ignore it, as she rolled over and faced the wall, not caring who the other inmate was; she wasn't here to make friends or be anyone's buddy, she wasn't planning on being here long anyway, whether she escapes or Loki broke her out, Saphira wasn't planning on being here more than a year.
"So, you are my new roommate," Darkholme spoke up after a moment. "There are a few rules you should know; first, do not touch my stuff, or come to my side of the room; I use the shower first each morning I'm not having you use up all the hot water, which in this prison is barely even warm, and lastly don't expect us to become best friends or anything. Or that I am going to be chatty and do girl talk and do each other's hair or whatever girls do."
Saphira, who was still lying facing the wall, didn't reply; she wasn't even listening to this bossy lady; she didn't care for her or her rules.
"Are you listening to me?" Darkholme demanded.
"Not, really," Saphira answered. Then felt herself bounce a little as Darkholme kicked her bed, not hard, but not soft either.
"You must not realize who I am," Darkholme said. "Get out of that bed and face me; you'll realize I'm not one you want to piss off."
"I don't give a shit who you are; you don't scare me," Saphira said, sitting up and turning around before standing and facing her cellmate. "You don't have to worry about me on your side because I don't plan to go on your side of the room; you must not realize who I am, I'm not just some another mutant, I'm a goddess, and as for being friends, I am not here for friends either, I am not even going to be here very long, I will escape some way, then maybe your next cellmate will allow you to bully them."
After Saphira got all that out, she sat back down on her bed and took a good look at her cellmate; she was tall, thin, blue skin with short dark red hair, yellow eyes, and was in the same prison uniform that Saphira was wearing. The most shocking thing was how Darkholme was looking at her; her eyes were wide in surprise, mouth hanging open a little and seem stumped as if she couldn't think of a reply; Saphira didn't know if it's because she told her off or some other reason, but Darkholme closed her mouth looked away as if she was thinking hard, then turned back to Saphira and held out her hand.
"Let's not get off on the wrong foot." She said, "Excuse my earlier action, let's start over, shall we?" Saphira looked down at Darkholme's hand and frowned in thought; no, she didn't want to make friends, but it wouldn't hurt to not be enemies with her climate; she would be living with her for a bit.
"Okay, " Saphira answered, standing up again and shaking Darkholme's hand, " My name is Saphira by the way, Saphira Odinson."
"Yes, I know who you are." Darkholme answered," And since I know of you, I find it in my best interest to take back what I just said and befriend you."
"Okay," Saphira answered, raising her eyebrows. Darkholme smirked at her, a smirk that eerily reminded her of Loki's, as her eyes looked at the rings on Saphira's left ring finger.
"Nice rings." She commented.
"Thanks, my husband picked them out," Saphira replied, looking at her rings. "Loki thought the blue matched my eyes, and well, I have a connection to nature."
"Sounds like he truly loves you," Darkholme commented; Saphira smiled.
"We love each other more than anything," Saphira replied; she looked up to see Darkholme looking at her with a thoughtful look.
"Have a seat," Darkholme said, pointing to one of the chairs as she sat in the other. "And before we go eat what this prison thinks passes as food, we can get to know each other."
"Umm, okay," Saphira answered and pulled out the closest chair and sat down; Darkholme sat across from her and gave her that Loki-looking smirk again.
"I should probably start with telling you my name," Darkholme said, "My legal name is Raven, Raven Darkholme, but like most everyone else, you may call me Mystique."
AN I'm not sure if I like this chapter very much but felt it was needed to show what Saphira was sentenced to, and show her meeting Mystique, I know Thor and Loki having the last name as Odinson is because Odin being their father, but it became Saphira's when she married Loki. Yeah, she doesn't care much for using Odin's name, but that's what most women on Midgard do, and to Saphira, it shows her and Loki are truly married and everyone should know.
I don't know how court would go in a large case like Saphira's, so mostly tried to company what I have seen on tv and movies, sorry if not realistic or anything. Not sure if New York has the death penalty but in my story for something like Saphira did, Who knows since something like that couldn't actually happen, they would probably take her to a state that does if that's allowed I guess.
They'll probably only be a few chapters with them in prison, I don't want to have too many but I also don't want to rush the story either.