Bad Blood

Chapter; Lieutenant Schmidt

Normal - flashback/memory
Italics - present/thoughts

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When I reach my cell. I sit against the metal wall and take quick breaths limited in the confined space. I don't remember my biological family. Their names nor their faces. But, I do remember their voices. My mother was the one who always calmed me down. Her honey voice soothed me when I needed it most. She was my anchor.

But, I do remember her as a fighter. Someone who hunted for the better good. Someone who never let words bring her down and fought back just as bloody to people who caused her harm.

I get up, brushing the non-existent dirt on my backside and walk to the stiff mattress. The room is bare, the white walls with cracks near the ceilings; it's nerve wrecking. There are other cells close to mine. Ones with people of all ages, but they never speak. The silence was one of the reasons I hated it here. It made me itch at my skin, I grew bored quickly.

I sat on the mattress for a few moments, seeming distant. I didn't hear the lock of my cell door open and shut, nor did I hear the footsteps coming closer to me. I finally snapped out of my thoughts when I saw combat boot laced with a hint of mud in my line of vision. I knew exactly who it was.

I slowly look up, my hands dropping to my knees. "Tell me about the trial" it was Lieutenant shmidt, he looked bored but his eyes where solely focused on me; observing how I fidget with my fingers as I hesitated my answer. His presence only, makes me bow in submission. He was brutal and psychotic but he was in denial of his own aggressive ways.

"Well? I haven't got all day, a mother's child could be dying... or better yet, his skin would be slicing one by one on a chalk board - my apologies, I was never a kind man." He taps his foot and looks at me expectantly. I hear the roughness in his voice. The kind that only rises after he had blown some of his anger off in one of the combat rooms. I feel like I should be careful, he was a wild animal in moments like these.

Truth be told, he was a mere cat biting its owners leg. There was challenges far more worse than him. And so much more deadly.

"I'm growing bored and irritated. Did Damon tell you your results?"

I lick my dry lips before answering him. If anything, Sage was someone who I feared, he wasn't gentle - nor was anyone else here. But, he was forcefully that it caused an indent of terror for those who cross his path, me being one of the unlucky majority.

"I walked out before he told me"

"Why would you walk out when someone of a higher position is talking with you?" He eyed me. I sometimes forget that he was diagnosed as a psychopath.

I frown. "I-I'm sorry, Lieutenant Schmidt."

"Don't give me that look, 307" my frown disappears. He called me by my inmate name. That's clearly not a great sign.

"Anything strange happen?" I remember during the white room trial, before the water boarding, I had quickly found a way to escape. There always is a escape, I knew that the pill was fake even though they had insisted that it was real. There was something wrong with the lock on the door. But, I didn't try to escape, they would know I wasn't under the influence of the pill.

I don't want to say that to Sage, he'll just try to break me mentally as well as physically. I couldn't let that happen. "No" I say.

"Are you lying to me?" He wraps his hand around my neck, his fingers tight enough to stop my air passage. I don't dare to look at him.

"I-I'm not, Lieutenant. Y-you're hurting m-me" I struggle in his iron grasp. My hand slipping from his clothed wrists from the frantic pulls.

"I swear to you" He releases me. My throats throbbing from where he had maliciously gripped it.

"Good girl." he whispers, stroking my hair. I bite my lip to stop myself from sobbing in front of him.

"I'm sure you're scared about tomorrow, take a nap. I'll wake you up for dinner"

"Of course, Lieutenant"

He takes a step back and walks to the door. I let out a breath.

"Oh" he turns back around. "I don't want to see you near the closed hallway ever again. Especially, alone with one of my crew members"

He's talking about the hallway where I had a chat with Xeno. I gulp and nod slowly. Still shocked from the sudden choke hold. I had felt my retina pulsing violently in the back of my head, my fear was eating at my insides as Sage was inside my room any longer. He wasn't tamed, he wasn't empathetic - he talked about death like he talked about the weather.

"Yes, lieutenant, As you wish"

He smirked once again, the crook in his tooth standing out in the light reflecting from the outside the room. He winks and walks out the door, shutting it close. I drop to my mattress in defeat.

He's a fucking animal.