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The room around Andy was dark and hot. The mattress she sat on was uncomfortable. It had holes showing the springs inside of it which were rusted and had a red glow to them.
Andy's eyes were blazing at what she knew to be a memory; she gripped her knees in a crushing hold telling herself to wake up. She wasn't willing to remember any of this; she wanted to forget about it, all of it.
A small amount of light leaked out from the window of the basement. It lit up the room, and Andy remembered the first time she saw the room she was so often put into.
A large furnace sat under the stairs. A cabinet sat feet off the ground, and the bed she was shaking on was stuffed into a corner, a cross painting hung on the wall by the foot of the bed.
The memories of that painting made her stop breathing. Her lungs felt crushed, and she bent over putting her head in between her knees. The last bit of air she had in her lungs rushed out as she saw the large puddles of blood of the floor. She scooted back on the bed hurriedly, to get away from what she knew was her blood.
Andy shook her head, her eyes blank and her face showing the one emotion she let slip through when she was alone; fear.
She always thought that she was strong enough now to not be tortured by the memories. She thought that with the Palon's deaths, the pain and horror would end. She was wrong.
Her breathing became rabid, and labored. She isn't like this now; her emotions can't be triggered like this anymore. They can't control her now because she killed them.
She slit their wrists, she stabbed them, she watched them shake and beg for their lives.
But at the sound of the door all of her new found anger disappeared. Her body racked with tremors at the memory of the sound, and the thought of what came next.
Her form was frozen as she stared ahead blankly, only catching the gleam of the golden necklace that Pete Palon had dangling from his hand before everything went black.
Andy rolled over, upchucking the contents of her stomach. Her breathing was heavy and shaky as she wiped her mouth and looked around.
The grey walls were something she couldn't forget. She quickly composed herself, cursing mentally at herself for acting so weak. She pushed her sunglasses further up her nose to cover the emotions in her eyes she still hadn't gained control over yet.
She was sitting up on the surprisingly comfortable bed in the cell when an awkward cough echoed around her. Her head snapped around at the sound of the noise. Worry was rushing through her head, but nothing showed on her now hard face and cold eyes.
Chief Unser sat on the bench just outside the bars staring at the girl. Her posture was intimidating and he understood why, he saw things she didn't want him to see.
Sleep is normally when people look the most innocent, although he would make an exception for Miss Palon, she had a scowl on her face and her lip twitched every now and again. Until she started whimpering and twisting on the bed, her facial expression changed to emotions he never saw on that girl before.
That was what she was angry at.
"Sleep well?"
"Fuck off" her reply was harsh; he took the mental note of not talking about what he just saw.
"Okay," He muttered, "Do you know what you're in for?"
The silence that fell between them, he took that as a no.
"Public intoxication. Deputy Hale brought you in" he trailed off seeing the sudden look of anger flashing on her face. It was a look that frightened him a bit, perhaps he only felt that way because he had seen the after math of her hatred.
"Isn't there a law bout cops stalkin' people?" She growled.
"Only if you're not a criminal" shrugging his shoulders at her. He wasn't going to go into details with her, mainly because he knew she wouldn't want to hear it. If she tried reporting it, they would pass it as Hale doing his job.
"How long do I gotta stay?" She questioned, she had things to do. Like find a job, she was leaning towards the construction business. It had long hours, it kept her away from people, and she had tools for when she needed to kill someone.
"We were just going to keep you over night." He stood up shakily, clutching at the wall next to him. Andy raised an eyebrow at him; he just shook his head and unlocked the door.
He didn't even try leading her towards the front of the station. She probably knew the way around better than he did. She walked into the front of the station and looked between the desks that sat on each side of the walkway. Waiting for Unser to tell her which officer would draw up her report.
He pointed towards the last desk which had a small white girl sitting shuffling papers. Andy threw herself down in the chair, propping her feet onto the woman's desk and crossing her arms.
The short women soothed back her perfect brown pony tail staring at Andy with wavering eyes. She flicked her hands out at her sides before pulling out a few papers and starting to write.
"W-hy are you here today" She stuttered her nose buried in the papers.
"A cop is permanently shoved up my ass" The woman continued writing before shaking her head and looking up at Andy with wide eyes.
"Uh, i-im sorry. But w-what were you ar-arrested for?" She looked away from Andy's face. Hoping to get a real answer from the woman, she heard about her arrest before even coming to the station. But she never heard what it was for, rumors were flooding around Charming about more bodies but Laura Strater didn't know what to believe.
"Public intoxication" Andy growled at the girl, liking the way she twisted in her seat at the sound of Andy's voice.
"I n-need you" She paused breathing in a breath as her eyes flicked to Andy's face again, "to sign here." Strater bit out loudly finally finishing her sentence.
A smirk filled the woman's face as she watched the officer lose her patience; she leant forward hastily drawing out her chicken scratch name before screeching her chair back, and heading towards the door.
She started walking down the street patting her pockets for her smokes. She ripped the last one out of the carton. Shoving the smoke in her mouth and throwing the box in the bushes. She stopped walking, cupping her cigarette to get a good light.
"Hey Killa'"
"What bitch?" She snapped twisting around to see the black headed woman from town the other day. The older woman had blue eyes and streaks of blonde in her dark hair. A crow tattoo was peeking out of her shirt.
She paused at Andy's words, her eyes tightening as she tried to look threatening. Andy just glared down at her, daring her to hit her. She didn't care if she was still standing in front of the police station she wanted a reason to hit this bitch.
"Got arrested again I see, what did you do now?"
"If you don't want to be the reason I get arrested again, my advice to you is to back off" Andy seethed, taking a threatening step towards the woman.
Gemma's eyes traveled up to the girls face, watching the familiar emotionless mask she always had. She really didn't understand why she felt the need to talk to the girl again. She liked knowing everything, and the girl didn't give anything away. She knew Andy Palon was hiding something, and Gemma didn't like to be kept from things.
She was surprised the girl tried threatening her, but she had to remember this was uncharted territory. She didn't know who she was, or what she was capable of. She wasn't afraid of what Gemma could threaten her with. She wasn't a crow eater, or one of Luanne's porn stars that she could scare easily. Because Gemma knew, whatever she would do or say, this bitch would give it right back ten times worse.
I'd like to thank Cleo.001 for reviewing; your review gave me the momentum to right this chapter, to answer your questions, or statements. Happy will be showing up soon, in the next few chapters, I'm thinking of ways to bring him in so they could bond over death. Also this chapter should give you a hint, or an idea of the Palon's ways. And thank you, I don't see how Happy could like goody-two shoes to be honest, and I like the dangerous ones. I hope you liked this chapter.
Also I have to recognize shika93, who gave me a review for every chapter I did. Getting praised like that isn't healthy, I am now pig-headed. But I loved your reviews, and it defiantly boosted my self-esteem about my stories. So thank you. Hope you liked this one.