Chapter Ten

After what seemed like days, Blackbird decided to move. He sat up and looked around with a yawn. The extra dose of suppressants had mostly worn off and what was being pumped into the room was still affecting him a bit. His wounds had mostly healed a little while ago.

Matthew stayed wrapped up in the blanket. He didn't stand up or go far from his spot in the corner under the window. He reached up and grabbed the book that had been left for him. He got comfortable and started to read. He wasn't sure how long he'd been reading before he heard footsteps. He grumbled quietly to himself hearing a knock. He really did not want to talk to anyone.

"I know you're up, Blackbird." Canada recognized Harley's voice. He ignored him. There was another knock. "Get up. I've got more questions for you."

The Canadian raised his hand so it would be visible in the window. He put up his middle finger at him. He heard the Dove laugh lightly. He dropped his hand and sighed going back to his book.

"I apologize for what the doctor did." Harley started. "But you killed three of my best men."

"What? Want me to apologize?" Matthew asked voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn't make a move to stand. "They attacked me."

"No, but it really wasn't necessary." The Dove sighed.

"Could have given me a bit of a warning. I don't like hurting people who are just doing their jobs." Canada said closing his book. He did feel bad for killing the investigators. "Instincts took over at that point."

"I would have told you if I knew." Harley said. He sounded genuine. "It was over my head."

"So much for being a special class senior investigator or whatever." Blackbird grumbled.

"Yeah." The investigator mumbled. "Are you not going to stand up and talk?"

"No." The Canadian snapped. His voice was almost a growl.

"Ghouls." Harley sighed. He could practically hear the eye roll in his tone. They were both quiet for a moment. "We caught your brother."

"Oh?" Matthew perked up slightly.

"Odd, he didn't put up much of a fight." Harley said. He sounded a bit disappointed. "Could you give him a possible rating? We've classed him as S- simply because he's related to you."

"I wouldn't even call him a C." Canada mumbled. "I've never seen him actually use his kagune. He does like guns though." He lied.

"We found that out." The Dove grumbled. "Was quiet a surprise."

"I bet." Matthew said hiding a laugh.

"He won't talk either." Harley said with a sigh. "Got any ideas to make him talk?"

"Good ole fashion torture should work." The Canadian hummed at the thought. "Or just make him watch British history."

"We'll try that." The investigator said. He asked Matthew a few more questions, but it was clear he wasn't in a great mood and didn't particularly want to talk. "I'll leave you alone until tomorrow. Want coffee?"

"Yeah." Canada hummed. He heard the Doves footsteps leave and the door close. He sighed and went back to his book.

—-❄️" I would always rather be happy than dignified."❄️—-

Matthew grumbled rolling over. He was trying to get comfortable; it was almost impossible. He sighed exasperatedly pulling the blanket over his head. He was getting frustrated, agitated and stir crazy. His energy had come back.

The suppressants had mostly worn off. He was almost completely used to them. They barely affected him anymore. He was still faking the symptoms to make sure no one suspected anything.

Canada's mind wandered to Gilbert. He missed him, he hoped he was safe. He didn't like being away from him, especially for so long, but he didn't want the albino to be stuck with him. He wanted to ask Harley about Prussia. He didn't bother knowing there would be no way he'd give him any information.

Matthew was brought out of his thoughts by a knock. He peaked his head out from under his blanket. He spotted Harley at the window and sighed. He rolled on to his feet and went over. The Dove smiled and showed him that he had coffee. He gave it to him through the mechanical opening of the window. He asked him a few more questions about targets as the Canadian sipped his coffee. He answered what he remembered.

"Are there any other ghouls you'd like to give up?" Harley asked. Blackbird shook his head.

"None that are alive." Matthew hummed around his coffee. He finished it and gave the investigator back his mug. The Dove was quiet for a moment. It was clear he was thinking about something.

"Would you be interested in working for the United States Commission of Counter Ghoul?" Harley asked crossing his arms and raising his eyebrow. Canada narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You'd be a very useful asset. An SSS ghoul on our side would make our operations a lot easier and safer for our investigators."

"I doubt the public would just let that fly." Matthew said crossing his arms to mirror the Dove.

"No one knows we have you. Nothing has been given to the press." Harley explained. The Canadian raised an eyebrow. "We want you to attack and suppress ghouls as we see fit."

"No, I won't be used as a weapon against innocent ghouls." Blackbird said firmly. He didn't need to think about it. He refused to hurt innocent people. He never wanted to be under someone's thumb.

"You will be, one way or another. Either as the way you are or as a quinque." The Dove shrugged. "As soon as you're not useful for information, well, you already know what happens. Your choice, I'll give you time to rethink your answer." Harley smiled and Canada was just quiet. He didn't need time to think it over. "More people will be in to take blood tonight. Don't kill them."

"Hmmm." Matthew hummed. He watched the investigator leave and smirked. He went back over to his blanket and sat down. He sighed as he laid back. He hummed happily curling up. He'd escape tonight.

—-❄️" Whatever you are, be a good one."❄️—-

The Canadian was half asleep when he heard the door to his cell slide open. He was immediately wide awake, but didn't move. He wanted the investigators to think he was asleep. His eyes were already black and red. He let them get closer before springing into action.

Blackbird jumped on the highest-ranking investigator and easily knocked him out with his elbow. He released his kagune before the others could react. He growled through the pain. Not using his kagune and the suppressants made it painful to release.

"Get the suppressants!" Canada heard one yell. Before the others could do anything, he shot a carefully aimed cluster of shards at the other investigators and doctor. They stuck into their clothes and attached them to the wall. The agents struggled trying to get out of their hold. He knew they wouldn't be able to. Matthew hummed to himself stalking over to the investigator he had knocked out.

"Don't touch him!" One of the Doves stuck on the wall yelled. She struggled trying to pull her arm free from his shards. He ignored her. "Don't you dare touch him you bastard!"