Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Twenty-Four: Atomic

Atomic came back to consciousness wearily, blinking the darkness out of her eyes.

She found herself in the same jail cell that Eugene had been in, with a few differences. Two chairs and a table had been added, mocking the setup between psychologists and patients that she was so used to. One of the chairs, which was across from her, was empty. The other one contained her.

There were thick leather straps fastening her wrists to the armrests and her ankles to the legs of the chair. A gag was fastened around her mouth, though she couldn't see what it looked like. For a few seconds, she struggled against her bonds, but they didn't budge. She wasn't Silver; there was no way she was strong enough to bust herself out. In other words, she was absolutely trapped.

A few girls had been standing outside the glass, staring at her as if she were a zoo animal, but they scattered as soon as she looked at them. Psycho and Rage had been amongst them. It would have hurt if she actually cared about them.

Why was she here? What had she done? As far as she remembered, Vixen and her hadn't had any disagreements, and she hadn't broken any rules. Even if she had, it seemed a bit over the top to strap her down like this. It wasn't like she was going to-

That was when it all came rushing back. Every detail of her conversation with Vixen reappeared in her mind. How she'd lied to her about Silver, and admitted to killing him.

Oh, God, she killed him! Vixen killed Silver! This whole time, she thought that Vixen was on her side when she had been anything but. That girl had taken Silver from her and then played her like a fiddle, making her do all her dirty work while she sat in her room drinking wine. It was like a game of chess; she had been a pawn, Vixen the player, and Atomic had played along beautifully.

She'd never even thought about the possibility of Vixen killing Silver, of what she had to gain from doing so. That had been foolish. Silver had had a lot of influence in their world, and had been brash. He was a threat to Vixen's power and authority. So she'd taken him out. It had been a smart move on her part. And by doing so, she'd gained what mattered to Silver most; her. 

Atomic felt like an idiot. She was an idiot. If she'd just thought critically for one second, on what Vixen had to gain from Silver's death and how she had been so prepared to have her join her girls, on why she had only "figured out" that Blade had killed Silver after he attacked her, then she wouldn't have let herself get used by the girl who took everything from her.

Instead, she had let herself get distracted by shiny outfits and a promise of revenge, and now she was here, strapped to a chair, at the mercy of the girl she'd just tried to kill. Things weren't looking good for her right about now. She doubted that they ever would again.

The doors to the jail flung open, and in walked the demoness herself. Vixen was wearing a lab coat and had her hair pulled back, mimicking the dress code back at the institute. In her hands was a clipboard, but Atomic assumed that was more for the act than actually writing anything down. She was alone.

Vixen walked up to the door of Atomic's cell and pulled out a keyring, unlocking the door quickly and shutting it behind her. She made her way to the other chair and sat down, scooting as close to the table as she could without pressing her stomach into the wood. When she laid the clipboard down on the table, Atomic noticed that the top page was blank.

She pulled out a tape recorder and placed it between them. Atomic knew that it was a taunt. So close, yet there was no way for her to bat it away. After all, there was no use for it; if Vixen was planning on taking out her gag, she would've done it already.

"Hello, Atomic," Vixen smiled. "How are we today?"

Atomic yelled a variety of curses at her at the top of her lungs, but the gag muffled them all. Vixen's smile widened.