Outcasts By Design

Chapter III

Chapter III
Psycho Sally
Y/N POV

I open my eyes only to immediately shut them. It was like a flashbang went off right in front of my eyes.

"It's too fucking bright"  I mumbled mainly to myself, not knowing if there was anyone else around me.

"Y/N?" I heard a familiar bluenette's voice.

I finally managed to open my eyes. Andddd I'm in a hospital. Fucking amazing. I turn my head to the side to see Caitlyn sitting in a chair next to the bed.

"Hey Caitlyn. How long have I been out?"

"Like 18 hours. But what happened? I found you in an alley,barely conscious and with three holes through your torso"

'Wait...three?'
When she paused I lifted up my shirt and saw bandages wrapped all along my body. From my stomach all the way up my to the right side of my chest and shoulder. Guess I didn't notice the other wounds.

"On top of that, there were two knocked out drunks and a dead body in that same alley"

Oh shit, I forgot about that.

"But that aside, how are you feeling? In any pain?"

I stood up from the bed, stretching out my entire body. For someone who just got shot three times I feel great.

"Calm down before you reopen the wounds! Honestly, you're still incredibly reckless" Caitlyn sighed. She forced me to sit back down.

Just then a doctor walked in along with the head Enforcer, Marcus.I refrain from audibly groaning. I hate Marcus with a heavily burning passion.Why? I don't know,he just annoys me plus he's shady. Definitely hiding something.

"Ms.L/N, Sheriff Marcus here would like to have a talk with you. After that you're free to go" The doctor said then walked out.

"Y/N" Marcus said,venom clearly laced in his tone.

"What do you want now Marcus" I said not wanting to deal with his piss baby attitude.

"Just a simple questioning" He said grabbing and folding chair. Caitlyn was still in the room,just eerily quiet.

"So to start,what happened?"

"Work took a turn for fatality"
I say,happy noticing my vagueness upset Marcus.

"Care to elaborate?Mabye about why one guy was a concussion and a fractured jaw. Or why one has a shattered nose and fractured ribs. Or maybe why one of them is DEAD!"

"Don't get your trousers in a trench dipshit. I ain't kill nobody and the others are injured because I do my job right. Unlike you" I say matter of factly.

"Where do you work and what's your job there?" Caitlyn asked,mainly to cut the tension.

"Trox on the Rocks. I'm a bartender"

"Well your story checks out" Marcus says while flipping through some papers in a folder. "But it doesn't explain the dead guy. It's clear that you used a bat but he died via shot to the head"