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~*Rob*~

I look out the window and sigh. How is Preston right now? Is he thinking about me? Probably not. Knowing him he's probably thinking of ways to get out of the asylum. I let out a quiet sigh and rest my head on my hands, my elbows on the windowsill.

"If you want to go see him you can," I jump slightly at Juniper's voice.

"What?" my heart starts racing as I turn to look at her.

"Don't play dumb with me," She crosses her arms, "I can tell."

"You can tell what?" my face heats up involuntarily.

"Paler skin, blushing cheeks, jumpy," she smiles softly, "You're worried that I will call you out on fancying Frags. Or Preston, as you like to call him."

"H-how?" my face heats up more, and my eyes go wide.

"Woman's intuition," she smiles again, "Now. Go and see that idiot. Oh, and pass this on to him for me."

"What?" I ask, turning around to look at her. She kisses her hand before reaching up and slapping me.

"The kiss is from you, but the slap is from me," she winks before walking away.

"Ow," I mutter quietly, rubbing my cheek, blushing even more. I bet she just wanted to slap me...
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As soon as I step into the building, Megan races toward me. Strange. She never goes out from behind the desk. Somethings going on.

"What's wrong Megan?" I ask, looking around in confusion. There were police officers walking around the lobby, talking among each other grimly.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong at all!" she laughs nervously and fiddles with the end of her vest.

"You sure? It appears that it isn't that way."

"I don't know how to tell this to you."

"Tell me what?" my eyes widen in curiosity.

"At first she was standing right here. Then I turned by back and," she whines and pulls at her hair.

"Who's she? Megan just tell me what's wrong."

"Lisa Carroll disappeared earlier today," a police officer states, walking over to me, "and you might be?" Lisa gone missing?

"Robert Latsky. I help her care for one of the patients here."

"Have you spoken with Miss Carroll at all today? If so, was she acting strange?"

"No. I just came in for today. I was helping my family with some problems."

"I see. Is there anyone you know of that she would have talked to?"

"Yes."

"What is their name?" he clicks his pen.

"Preston Arsement. He is one of the patients here," the officer nods, making a face in almost complete distaste. He doesn't trust that Preston will tell him something logical. Jerk.

"I see. Thank you for your help Mr. Latsky," The officer says, clicking his pen again, "I'll consider speaking with him as soon as possible," I nod and walk to the door that lead to the main part of the building. But, not before looking over my shoulder to see the man tear the paper on his note pad that said Preston's name, and crumpling it up. I bite my lip and exit the lobby. If I stayed in there any longer, I might have done something I would've regretted.
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I silently storm down the hall until reaching Preston's room, ignoring those who asked what was wrong. They don't get it.

I take a deep breath and knock on the door. No one answered me. Confused, I open the door and step inside, only to be confronted by a man. He was tall, and appeared to be extremely muscular. Who is he, and what is he doing in Preston's room?

"Who are you? Where is Preston?" I ask, looking at him. The man turns around to see me, looking down. He looked confused. Did he not expect me? Or does he even understand the language I'm speaking?

The man shakes his head before shoving me aside and leaving the room. I sit on the ground in a slight daze before regaining consciousness and standing up. My gaze casts over to the bed, where a figure was laying. Well, more like sleeping that is. I walk over and gently pull the cover away from the figure's face to reveal Preston.

His face was pale, and a light purple bruise was forming on his jaw, but he seemed to be in no pain. That man hurt him. Instead of fighting the urge like I usually do, I lean down and gently brush my lips against his head.

"Sleep well Preston." I murmur into his ear before standing up and looking at the pale green slip of paper on his nightstand. There were small, yet intricate symbols and shapes that almost seemed to be constantly moving and changing shape. Every time I'd blink, the pattern became completely different from what it was originally.
Stop Rob. You need to pay attention. That man hurt Preston, and he needs to know that won't pass with you.

~*???*~

I sit at my post, sending reports to their proper destinations. You'd think my job would actually be interesting, being on the head ship of the Empress, on course to the planet EA157B, or as its inhabitants call it, Earth. But in reality, my job is the most boring one here. I'd much rather be a janitor than this, because then I would be able to see something other than words and numbers darting across my vision.

I sigh quietly and continue with my tasks. If I don't, I'll probably be sent to the prison for disobeying the Empress' orders. Just as I was about to send a training report to admiral Zek, bright red, flashing words fill my vision.

Report to the Prison

My eyes widen as the words fade away, leaving my vision void of any reports and/or messages for the first time in years of my craft. Why do they want me in the prison? Did I send something to the wrong person? Surely not!

I shake my head before standing up from my chair. My eyes dart around the area until they land on a directory.

Left: Empress' Quarters, Admiral Posts, Missing Person's Assignments, Prison

Right: Guard Quarters, Eating Facility, Exit

I nod to myself before I turn and walk down the left hallway. My thoughts going almost a million miles per-second as I grow closer to the prison doors. "You are... Uh..." a giant man asks as I stop in front of him, looking down at the projection graph in his hand.

"My name is pronounced Benja," I say as politely as I could, "and yes, that is me."
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Interdesting....

The day I stay home because I'm sick, there is a Geometry test.... XD

I guess my stomach gave me one good thing through this past week.

Anyways,

:/

Much Luv,
Micky-Kenzie

2017: I originally wrote this chapter exactly a year before I edit this... man was I cringeworthy...

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