"This feels too much like a fever dream to be real"
MARLEY ROXANNE was wrongfully convicted of a crime. A crime that a twisted alter, the worse part of herself, committed in self defense, an act Marley never participated in. She was used to taking t...
Chapter Three: "You already think I'm insane, let's leave it at that"
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MARLEY WAS BACK IN HANDCUFFS. This time, she was locked in a seat beside a old and worn down desk, as if she waiting in a police precinct. Her foot tapped rapidly against the wooden floor. "This is already beginning to get old. I followed your word when we were at Peacemaker's, did I not?" Marley was ignored.
There was a loud banging outside, sounding like metal upon metal. It was irritating. "You think it makes this noise all the time?" John asked no one in particular, peering through the closed blinds in search of the source.
"Yeah, I don't know..." Leota passed Marley with a box full of random objects.
Marley lifted her weight to the balls of her feet to try and get a look at the bits and pieces but the handcuffs made it difficult. She did managed to get a look at a framed photograph of three adorable little puppies. "Aw, puppies!" she squealed like a child getting a candybar.
Leota seemed freightened by Marley's sudden voice, buy she relaxed when she took a short glance at the grinning woman. She picked the frame back up to show Marley. "Yeah, mine and my wife's fur kids."
"I've always loved dogs, you know," Marley said with a fond smile. "I had a doberman when I was younger. She died when I was nine. A year before my Dad died and Mum started drinking." The fake smile on Marley's face made John and Leota uneasy, the latter taking two steps away from her.
Luckily, Harcourt arrived to shatter the awkwardness with her stern and borderline rude personality. "Hey, new girl, get your shit off there." She lugged a suitcase behind and had a large backpack thrown over her shoulder. "This is the only desk with sun. Take the one in the middle." Harcourt didn't even wait for Leota to move her stuff, throwing her bags over the old desk.
The middle desk was perhaps the worse in the room. A drainage pipe above was on the verge of breaking above it, with a steady stream of water dripping down.
"Hey! Harcourt, can you free me please," Marley spoke up, shaking her clasped wrists. "You said I just had to ask."
Harcourt stayed stoic. "Sorry, don't have the key." She was blunt once again, but Marley couldn't help but notice the flash of empathy in the woman's eyes. Breaking their short held eye contact, Harcourt threw her suitcase onto the fragile desk, immediately beginning to unload her personal items. "I don't know what you did to piss of Amanda Waller, but she's definitely fucking me and John with this gig. What agency did you get transferred from?"
Though Marley knew nothing of government protocol, she was intrigued.
Leota smoothly dodged the question. "'Fucking you'?" she repeated with a curious tone. "How?"
