Pain Purity and Apocalypse

Chapter 7: Ten Days Behind Bars

Wednesday, May 16th, 1993
(Location: RORO)

Entry 1:
It's been ten days since Xander and I arrived at RORO. It's surprising to me that we were even able to join, but it's even more surprising that my dad had this planned out for years. Unfortunately, the murder of Norman Augustine, has muddied the waters between Sebastian Standish, and I. With Xander here, I feel the General's cold, blood red eyes on us at all times... Even if he isn't in the room at all.
It's been ten days since we arrived, and the living quarters we've been given are to be expected. Damp, mossy stone, dripping water, and chains hanging off the walls... We've been put in a prison— a dungeon. I guess, to them, we aren't to be trusted, and rightfully so. I killed The Grim Reaper... Does that make me a war criminal? No, I didn't kill him, I assassinated him, and under the order of my captain and Jude Grail.
It's not so bad down here, for me anyway, but for Xander... He's having a rough time. I doubt he's even been outside the wall, let alone down in the unsanitary basement of RORO. All his life, he's seen gold and polished white, never once has he been exposed to dirt or grime other than his own blood, or the blood of others he's gotten into fist fights with. In some cynical way, it makes me happy to see him suffering so pathetically on the floor next to me. Xander won't ever admit it, but Jude had more of a negative influence on him than he wants to believe. Deep down, I have this feeling that... Maybe I shouldn't have brought him with me? I see it, more and more each day, Xander is the spitting image of Jude— not in looks— but personality.
Wednesday, May 16, 1993
Lok Magnus

In Lok's right hand is a black pen, and in his left, an old, thick, leather bound book containing small yellow pages. He closes it up, placing the notebook between a large crack in the cobblestone wall. Other than the black dress shoes, he no longer wears the moth ravaged clothing he wore when he came, now, he wears dark blue jeans with a black t-shirt tucked in. Two, long slits at the back make it so his wings can fit through. They press against the damp, mossy wall. Xander, on the other hand, wears one of RORO's black military suits.

"We've been here ten days, do they really think we're still a threat?" He complains. Lok closes his eyes, resting his head on the wall.

"Yeah, I killed the President of RORO, and you're the son of the man that ordered me to do it. We're practically the definition of what to look out for." The red haired Angel begins pacing, boredom is not something Xander is accustomed to. His steps are quick and anxious. Through the darkness that surrounds the two, Xander's eyes glow in a fierce, golden light.

"Will you stop that? It's freaking me out, I feel like you're about to snap."
"If I don't get out of this cramped, disgusting hell hole, I just might kill someone—"
"Say that again, bastard." Xander's words trail off immediately. A dark silhouette stands on the other side of the bars, and she doesn't look happy.

"Ah, how are our little caged rats doing?" From atop the spiralling steps, lantern light descends slowly. As it gets closer, Jessica's face becomes visible behind the bars. A deep scowl curves her thin lips, she too wears a black military suit. The owner of the lantern is Trinity, she wears similar clothing to Lok, but a pastel pink t-shirt instead of his black one.

"Can you let us out now? I, son of Jude Grail, should not be treated in such an appalling manner." Xander's arms cross over his chest, something he fails to realize is that members of, RORO, do not see him as a man to respect... The exact opposite really. Jessica's large hand grasps one of the prison bars, her knuckles crack, turning white from the force.

"You are nothing, do you hear me? Absolutely nothing... Nothing but an ant who thinks he's an apex predator, Ha! I'll show you true fear~!" If the bars weren't separating her from Xander, his head would be mantled on the wall of her dorm.