Unforgiven

Chapter 18. Confessions

{Location: Tyrell/The royal prison} (Ronin's POV)

"Psst," I feel small pinpricks touch my face as I rub my eyes awake. Clover holds a handful of pebbles, ready to throw at my face, "Ronin."

"What?" I wish I brought my sunglasses. It's too bright and way too much gold. I force my eyes to open as a look around. I'm in a cell, about as big as my arm with. Behind me, a solid contract wall with a tiny window, in front of me, some kind of transparent wall, letting me look at my cellmate. There's a cage door, showing me other similar looking other cells. I tap the transparent wall, finding it as solid as the contract on behind me, "Where are we?"

Clover drops his rocks as he lays in his bed, "What do you remember?"

"A library, some dude blowing pink powder in my face." I moan, I just slipped out of jail in Ninjago only to get locked up in the universes' most glamorous jail, "We're in prison aren't we?"

"Yup."

"Where's Sam," I get up, resting my elbows in between the bars on the cell door, "She ok?"

"She's fine." Clover seems a little too familiar with this place as he scratches in a tally mark with his fingernails, "If they're following procedure, she's still interrogation."

"She's not gonna stay there any longer if I have anything to say about it," I reach out, trying to grab a passing by guard. Only translucent handcuffs appear.

The guard snickers, he's got deep blue wings, a smug look, and glasses over his brown eyes, "Like it? The cell doors are charmed to place handcuffs on any prisoner's hand if they are moved outside their area."

All too easy. A plan stitches together in my mind, "Neat. How am I supposed to get out?"

"You can't."

"Then how do I get my meals?" I pause as his face sticks with realization. "From what I can tell, the prisoners eat in a large mess hall. If my hands are stuck here how am I supposed to go eat."

The guard scratches his head, "Um."

"Just take these off, 'k?"

"All right," he steps closer.

I grab his keys with one hand, his shirt collar with the other, yank his head into the bar, knocking him out. I let him fall as I unlock myself, "Like that plant-boy?"

"Yeah." Clover smirks as I free him, "If I hadn't done that move 13 times before."

"13? How many time have you been arrested?"

"A lot. You?" He calmly turns left, leading the way through rowdy prisoners.

I tuck the keys in my pocket, "Same. How do we get out of here mister escape artist?"

"The spot where they took our weapons isn't too far." Clover starts picking up the pace. "Normally, I grab them, track down Sam, then she teleports us out of her. But," he tilts his head back and forth, "We're under a time crunch this time."

"Right, I'll grab her you go get the weapons." I skid to a stop at an intersection as Clover heads right, "Witch way-"

"Left then a right and another right," Clover bolts down the hallway as I follow his directions.

I come to another room covered in gold and glitter. Inside is the Queen, swirling a glass of juice or something, a larger more muscular Fay with black wings.

Then there's Sam.

Looking a little loopy as she's tied down to a silver chair, "Ohh juicy-juice. Can I have some?"