Avery struggled weakly against the straight jacket. Her shoulders ached and she could feel the rails of the bedframe through the mattress. She'd never wanted to sleep more in my life; the drugs coursing through her system making eyes droop and her breathing slow. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get comfortable. So she settled for awkwardly tossing in turning. Avery was in solitary confinement.
Avery could here Crane now. "You put yourself in this situation," he would say, "learn to control your temper." Controlling her temper was the furthest thing from her mind. Murder was much higher on her priorities. Avery had never wanted someone to die before. She had been major component of many people's deaths but they were all pawns. Meaningless. Disposable. Not that Crane wasn't disposable, but disposing of Crane would be comparable to disposing a bishop or a rook. Much more difficult.
"Why aren't you eating?" Sasha inquired, spearing another carrot with her fork.
"Not hungry," Avery replied, flattening her mashed potatoes rather than eating them.
"You need to keep up your strength," Hudson said through a mouthful of food, "Word on the street is Adasen's got it out for you."
"He's always had it out for me."
"Can I sit here?" The smooth voice made Avery jump and look around. Jonathan Crane didn't wait for a reply and slid in uncomfortably close to Avery.
"No," Avery replied pushing against him weakly.
"Hands to yourself, Watts!" a guard called. That was her first warning.
"That wasn't a question," Crane went to push a strand of hair out of Avery's face. Avery's hand shot up to smack his wrist.
"Watts!" Strike two.
Avery felt the familiar panic well up in her throat. How could Crane do this to her every time. Her heart pounded against her chest as though it was trying to escape. Just the smell of him brought back memories she had been trying to repress. "Cra-ane," her voice cracked "what are you playing at?"
"Just trying to make amends," Crane smirked.
"Just go away." Avery focused on her hands. They were shaking. Sweat gathered at her brow. Breathing was becoming difficult.
Crane leaned in close, speaking so quietly his words were just breaths on her ear. "How are your parents?" That was it, Avery snapped. Her fist swung in a wide arc, aiming for Crane's jaw. It never made contact though. She couldn't even have that satisfaction. Though she never was much of a fighter. Guards were on her in seconds, A shot of Adavan and handcuffs, she was frogmarched from the cafeteria. Jonathan Crane just smiled.
A/N: I'm back again. Life's been a little hectic, but I swear I'm gonna keep on top of this one. A short chapter but enough to get me started on more. Jonny's having way too much fun.