So we may have had a bit of fun with this because well we could...
Exhausted as I was, I couldn't fall asleep. I clutched Quackster in my arms as a child would do, and crawled to the floor of my cell. I lied down on the cold ground to stare at the plain, metallic ceiling. Losing track of time, I had to guess that the door opened maybe a few hours later. I didn't bother looking up when the deep voice echoed through the cellblock.
"Anything interesting on the blank ceiling?" he asked.
Refusing to move my head, I rolled my eyes over to the culprit. It was the blue-eyed man with a black eye; Damon. "Nah, Not really, the color varies slightly but that's it, I suppose." I started to sit up to stand on my feet.
He shrugged. "I have orders to bring you back to the council room. Am I right to assume you will not injure me any further?"
A small smile escaped from my chapped lips. " Again, I'm sorry. I just…I over react when someone injures me and it…just…it…yeah let's just go to the council room."
Nodding, his medium-short black hair shifted slightly as he moved to the hallway. I followed him with a tightened grip on Quackster, my heart racing. I wonder what they're going to do to me… I thought, nervous for the upcoming events. I decided to ask Damon some questions, trying to get my heart back to normal again. "So….Damon?"
"Yes?" He asked not looking back.
"Why are they calling me to the council room, again?" It was a dumb question, but I had to ask to make sure.
"It's kind of your verdict. I don't know, they don't tell the guards much of anything."
"Ooohhh." I groaned.
What's the worse they can do to me, though? Will they actually float me? I'm from the past so… wouldn't floating me cause consequences for now? And if they don't float me, what are they going to do to me… I think I now regret beating up half his guard, I thought in anticipation. Though I remembered the walk as being slightly longer that morning, we arrived to the room before I even realized it. Following Damon, I took a breath and tiptoed in. I had no idea as to what was going to happen. I saw the previous members of the council sitting in the same seats as earlier that day; Jaha was in the center and Kane and Abby off to his sides. The same chair I sat in was void of any life form. I sat in the empty seat and stared at the three across from me. I took another breath and placed a stoic expression that could match Kane's. Here we go. I locked eyes with Jaha, who, to my dismay, had a very serious look clouding his dark features. My heart began to weigh heavily in my chest as I absentmindedly tightened my grip on Quackster. I also noticed the four other guards in different corners of the dim room, aside from Damon who stood behind Jaha. I also noticed that Kane was still eyeing Quackster….
"Jessica." He demanded. I nodded slightly, letting him know I was hearing him. "You, being an extraordinary fighter from what I've heard…" I notice Kane's brown eyes dart towards Jaha. "…and I, as chancellor, have the ability to offer you a one-shot opportunity, should you take it; which you will." I noted the smirk creeping up on his face. "Jessica will be Marcus Kane's personal body guard from here on out."
My eyes went wide. I couldn't hide the shock – and horror – of this situation. What!? Me…and Kane!? No! No, no, no….NO! Just….what!? My mind was going a mile a minute. I mean…Kane was a jackass! He's absolutely no fun at all! This job will be Hell to pay! Don't take it, Jess! But…I have to…if I don't, they'll float me for sure! I think….What do I do?! I have to take the job. I have no choice…. Wait…I'll give them an ultimatum. They need me, I mean…they just said I'm extraordinary…Hell, I'm even better than Damon. They can't afford to float me…right? I have to try. I looked him straight in the eye, and probably said the most childish thing a twenty year old can say.
"I get to have Quackster present whenever I feel like having him with me." My voice was blunt and expectant. It was perfect. It wasn't until just then where I noticed that Kane had gone wide-eyed, darting his eyes back and forth between me and Quackster. Jaha was a millisecond away from answering me when Kane stood from the table and abruptly pulled Jaha to the back of the room, murmuring something I couldn't quite catch.
Kane nearly dragged his chancellor out of his seat mumbling a; 'can I talk to you?' while heading towards the back of the dark room. Once they were in the corner, Jaha broke out into a wide grin.
"What are you doing?" Kane asked, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, his other hand placed on his hip. "That was not the original plan! Now that duck is going to be following me everywhere!"
"Yes, I know." Jaha replied lightly, trying his best not to start laughing at his co-worker's dismay. He turned his heels giving a slight chuckle before sauntering back to the table, Kane grudgingly following behind. "Damon." He was back in business mode, earning a nod from the young man still behind the chair. "This is an order; go and find Isabella. Bring her to their new quarters."
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