Questions 2

Sydney sat in her cell silently wondering what was going on. Her cell contained the basics; a bed, desk and chair, toilet, and a sink. She sighed laying in the bed wondering when the next set of bastards would come in and ask the same thing they had asked 20 times already. She told them she honestly did not know. It was a lie, yes, but they did not need to know any different. And besides, wasn't it against the law to interrogate a minor without the consent of said minor's legal guardians/parents? She knew the law. Otis had taught her what he knew. For a cold blooded killer, he knew what the law could and could not do legally. She had just began to fall asleep when her cell door opened. In walked Wydell. That bastard wanted to have a go again? Alright mother fucker! Lets go!

He pulled up a chair and sat beside the girl. Again he asked questions on the missing youths' whereabouts. Sydney gave the same answer. Wydell then tried a different approach. He asked her 'what if something happened and her family never saw her again? How would they feel? Would they want help in finding their lost girl dead or alive?' It wasn't a threat…at least not a direct one. Again, Sydney replied she did not know. Wydell sighed and debated beating it out of her. Normally, Wydell thought of any man who hit a woman for any reason a piece of shit that was lower than shit itself. But the Firefly women, were not women in his opinion. They were shitheel vermin that deserved whatever they got.

He knew they were killers, he just couldn't prove it. Yet, he himself was a killer in his own right, he had ruthlessly shot down men involved in criminal activities for less than what this family did. Plus he knew this fucking family was responsible for his brother's death. He knew this. He had no solid proof however. And now, he felt justified in avenging the missing youths death by any means necessary.

He managed to hold his rage at bay. If he beat this kid now, he could find himself in a hell of lot of trouble. He was pretty high in his jurisdiction, but he still had superiors to answer to. And beating a confession out of someone was not the way to go. He smiled a thin smile. He had no choice to let the little bitch free. She had been held for 48 hours, the maximum time allowed. And she had passed the lie detector tests time and time again. As Sydney left she made a mental note to make sure Wydell got repaid ten-fold. He made her stay a living hell. The other pigs, were respectful in accordance with the law, and treated her halfway decent. If they got in the way of vengeance, then she'd make sure they got a bullet to the head as a "reward" for showing a Firefly 'respect.'

Phone call

After the disturbing dream Baby decided to clean her and Sydney's room to keep her mind of things. She couldn't go back to sleep now. She didn't want to. That dream felt too real. It replayed itself over and over in her mind. A phone call interrupted her from her thoughts and she answered it fearing the worse. In her mind, someone would ask "Is this Baby Firefly? This is the coroner's office. You need to come down and identify the body of Sydney Firefly." Her breath caught in her throat. "Hel-hello?" she asked trying to keep the panic from her voice. A familiar voice on the other end. "Bitch tits, I got Sydney. Im on my way home." Otis. Baby squealed into the phone and hung up. Otis made this face and walked back to the car. For the life of him, he could not understand why he paid .25 to hear his sister squeal like that. And it seemed to intensify when on the phone. Sydney held back a giggle. "Let's go home shitpants." Otis growled. Sydney looked at him. "I want some ice cream." She commented.

"No, we ain't stoppin' for no ice cream. There is no ice cream in your mother fuckin' future." He growled back. He did not want to stop. He wanted just to get home, grab a beer and relax. "two fuckin' seconds is gonna kill you?" Sydney shot back? Otis gave a bitter laugh. "Yes, it is gonna kill me. I have calculated the time, and 2 seconds is the exact amount of time that is hazardous to my fuckin' health." Sydney giggled. "well at least you can count to 2. maybe next week we can try and get up to 3. 3's a big number for you Otis, think you can handle it?" she laughed.

"Fuck you." Otis replied back trying not to laugh. That old fucking bastard was teaching her some pretty good come backs.

They pulled into their homestead at exactly 3:00 pm. It was hotter than hell out, but that didn't stop Sydney from bolting to the house. She opened the door and was nearly tackled by an excited Baby who upon seeing her sister, burst into tears and embraced her in a fierce hug. Sydney settled into her sister's embrace. Baby told her of the dream she had, and Sydney had promised her that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon and had promised that she'd NEVER leave her. Otis opened his mouth to tell her not to make promises that could not be technically kept, but decided against it. Baby did not need another upsetting thing right now.

After everything was said and done, Baby sat Sydney down and told her sad news. Dr. Satan, Sydney's 3rd 'best friend' was dead. He had been killed by one of his experiments. Apparently the damned thing regained his memories of friends and fought the doctor resulting in both his and the doctor's death. And that bitch Denise was still roaming about. If she got to the police, she had enough evidence to cause a whole shitload of problems. For now, they had to "play nice" as Otis had put it. Which meant no more killings until everything blew over. And Heaven help Denise if she got caught again.