Half-Bloods R • 2 : Growing Shadows

C • 19 : Whispers on Wind, Silence in Streams

Demi walked up to the confined cell, its door shut, and the small window on the door closed as well. Just outside the door stood Darwin and three of his guards on her right. To her left, leaning against the wall, was Villin, whose tails were gently swaying along the floor. The hallway they all stood in was white, echoing the nightmarish halls of Order Facility, only less bright.

The day had been a drab and cloudy one, with high chances of rain, so Demi had chosen to wear one of Vaelan's massive black hoodies and a pair of grey short-shorts. Villin, dressed in a camo tank top with a large middle finger, black cargo pants, and thick black boots, eyed Demi for a moment before standing up straight and nodding at Darwin.

"Alright, keep it simple and don't rough her up too much. I know she's scheduled for execution, but let's stick to the rules, okay?" He glared at Villin for a short second, "And Demi, I know she gets under your skin, so just remember, deep breaths."

He smirked at her, and she knew he wasn't fully serious, but it still surprised her, "Hey, it's me we're talking about, ain't no one calmer than me," she shot him a finger-gun, and although she couldn't see it, she could practically feel Villin ruling her eyes.

"I know. Open it up," he told his men.

All three were dressed in old military armored uniforms, specifically from the army branch. The man in the middle, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, stepped forward, unlocked the door, and pulled it open. The heavy door creaked as it slowly peeled open, and the guard quietly signaled for them to head in, then peered at them as he closed the door. It slammed shut behind them and Demi noticed the slumped over figure with hands tied behind their back jump at the sound.

Arva looked up at them, appearing sad and pathetic, as she sat, a hunched over woman in a large padded white room. When Demi thought about it, Arva looked terrified as she stared at Villin. Meanwhile, Villin looked entirely uninterested in the ex-captain. Demi tried to look at Villin's tails through her peripheral, but she couldn't tell if her tails lashing or swaying.

Arva turned away when Demi cleared her throat, then shakily asked, "Please, let me go. I shouldn't be here."

"Where should you be?" Villin speedily asked, making sure Demi couldn't shout at their prisoner before any information was gained.

"At a facility, fulfilling my duty," Arva wiggled, but pushed back against the wall with a yelp when Villin lashed her tails.

"And yet you're here," Demi sneered, she didn't care if it was an interrogation, she wanted to and had to display their victory over her, no matter how petty it was. She deserved it.

Arva eyes shot up at her, they were crazed, no longer like the cold, studious eyes she'd seen before.

"I shouldn't be!" Arva screamed, "It's all his fault! His fucking fault! I swear I'll tear that agent apart! Fucking anth-lover!"

Villin pulled Demi back, then cupped her hands over Demi's mouth. Arva kwpt rambling and cursing out an unseen fugure as if he were there with them. Demi looked at the woman and felt her stomach churn.

"What the hell happened to her?" She whispered.

"I don't know, but you can't keep aggravating her, deep breaths, we're lucky it worked out this time," Villin whispered and and stepped back in front of Arva.

Demi breathed in for five seconds, held it, then slowly breathed out for another five seconds. She shook her head and stepped up next to Villin. Arva was still shouting.

"Arva, what agent captured you?" Villin asked.

Betrayal, not so fun is it? Demi smirked.

"Agent Nine! I was so close! So fucking close! And then he knocked me out! I'll kill him, rip him apart! Just wait until I get my hands on that witch-fucker!"