Hours passed, yet she didn't stir. Havoc slept a little, and then just sat there, studying her. He soon became irritated. He couldn't even sneak a smoke now that she was there.
"Hey!" He said, not quietly, but not quite yelling either. "Hey, Miss! Wake up!"
In the other bed, she stirred. She tried to lift her hands up, but the restraints kept them down. Her eyes cracked open to reveal bright red eyes. The part that should have been white was a light red, the iris was a blood red, and the pupil was black.
"Huh." She voiced, not at all bothered by her situation. She tested her handcuffs, studying them. Then she looked around the room, digesting her surroundings, which wasn't much. Finally her eyes settled on her room mate's brown ones.
"Umm, hi." He smiled nervously at her intense gaze. "I'm Jean Havoc." He practically yelled. He wondered if his comrades heard him.
She glared at him. "I'm not deaf, these ears are sensitive." She glowered. "Where am I? Why am I bound to this bed?" She demanded.
"Now, now. I know you must be confused, and you don't know how to show that, hence the angry tone." Said Havoc, earning a death glare. "But that doesn't mean you can have a lack of manners. First, tell me your name."
She puckered her lips in thought for a moment. "Cyra…Baenrae."
"Nice to meet you, Cyra." Havoc smiled. "You are in the hospital because you were found unconscious. You are cuffed because you are suspected of illegal human transmutation."
"Human what?" She asked sharply. A clamor could finally be heard down the hall.
"Let me guess, authorities?" Cyra looked at him with cold eyes.
"Ya. I am, or at least used to be, one of them." He said sadly.
"Tch." She scowled.
She's a happy camper. Thought Havoc.
"Weak." She said.
"What?"
"Your unhappy, so fix it. Isn't that obvious."
"But I can't! It's impossible! My spine…" Havoc waned off. Military men finally came in to take her away.
Cyra cackled as they redid the cuffs behind her back, and started to lead her away. "Impossible?! You don't know impossible." Her eyes became slightly wild.
"Good job, Havoc." A man said as everyone left the room. Silence reigned as Havoc sat, stock still. Then he pulled out a smoke and slowly smoked it as he pondered about the character he just met, and what she could have meant with her parting sentence.
