>>5156529Abandoning the thought for now, you turn to Jun and confirm what she told you–have the other inmates been messing with Denise at all?
“What other inmates?” asks the guard in an incredulous tone. “She’s been on her own ever since we booked her–we offered her some time to go out and stretch her legs, but she just started crying about prison walls being ‘<span class="mu-i">funny</span>’ or some crap like that.” Stretching his neck with an unsettling ‘<span class="mu-i">CRACK</span>’, the guard concludes with a nonchalant shrug. “We kinda forgot about her after that.”
Okay, you frown, turning your attention back to the criminal scum on the floor in front of you, but how’d she get the pens to draw those tats anyways? Didn’t they <span class="mu-i">frisk</span> her?
Denise stops sobbing for a moment to give you a shaky chuckle! “<span class="mu-i">H-heh heh… A g-g-good sc-scientist ALWAYS h-has an extra p-pen…</span>” Retrieving a <span class="mu-g">BALLPOINT PEN</span> from the bird’s nest on her head, she barely has time to give you a faint smile before Jun <span class="mu-i">LEAPS</span> into the cell and goes to town on her with a <span class="mu-g">STUN ROD!</span> Watching in awe, you’re <span class="mu-i">just</span> about to step in when the security goon finishes administering justice!
“I swear…” Jun huffs, placing the pen in one of his many pockets, “we searched her, like, <span class="mu-i">twelve</span> times…” Retracting his <span class="mu-g">STUN ROD</span> and holstering it, the Rent-A-Cop gives you an apologetic shrug. “Zero Tolerance for contraband, y’know? Can’t be helped.”
You and the raccoon peeking out from under your coat give him a knowing nod–without rules to govern us, you muse, you’d be no better than Denise here: a wild animal!
“<span class="mu-i">D-d-did you g-get a n-new pet, St-Stan?</span>” Coughs Denise as she waves away the smoke from her fried hair. “<span class="mu-i">Th-that’s s-so cute…</span>”
Whirling to face the scientist with a bestial growl, you firmly plant your feet on the ground and stare daggers at her soot-covered face! <span class="mu-i">YOU’RE</span> the one asking questions here, creep!
“<span class="mu-i">Qu-questions?!</span>” Denise sputters as a fresh supply of sweat glistens on her forehead, “<span class="mu-i">S-sure, Stan… An-anything to h-help a fr-friend…</span>”
Let’s not be too <span class="mu-i">hasty</span>, you snarl, because she’s got a <span class="mu-i">lot</span> to answer for! <span class="mu-b">WHAT DO YOU START WITH?</span>
>HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET CAUGHT WITH THOSE CHEMICALS?>TALBOT’S HUMAN NOW, YOU KNOW! WHAT CAN SHE TELL YOU ABOUT HIM?>WHAT DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT TRAITORS? IS SHE ONE?>WHAT HAS SHE BEEN UP TO SINCE YOU LEFT HER HERE?>SHE USED YOUR DAMN BATH, DIDN’T SHE? ADMIT IT!>NEVER MIND–SHE CAN STAY IN JAIL!>FORGET IT–YOU’RE TAKING HER NOW!>WRITE-IN! 