Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Atomic

Rebel brought her lunch, which was tomato soup. 

Meals were Atomic's least favourite part of the day. It was embarrassing. Rebel never untied her hands, so she had to get fed her food as if she were a two-year-old. Liquids were better, as Rebel could just tip the bowl to her lips and let her drink it, but stuff like spaghetti? The worst. Especially when you considered the fact that she had an audience of gossiping girls right outside her window.

The only upside was the fact that she got to take her gag off during it. She'd gotten used to the constant soreness in her muscles, but the aching in her jaws never let her forget it. And that wasn't even mentioning the drool. God, she hated that thing.

It wasn't like the experience was pleasurable for Rebel, either. The redhead always looked completely uncomfortable while doing it, and Atomic didn't blame her. It was awkward for both of them. To this day, Atomic wondered what Rebel did to piss Vixen off enough to be put on this duty, if she'd even done anything at all. Maybe Vixen just liked tormenting her.

It only took a few minutes, thankfully, seeing as it was soup, and then the gag was back in her mouth. Rebel couldn't get out of there fast enough, and practically ran out the door. Atomic watched her go before focusing on the peeling paint on the wall like she always did.

After spending over a week here, she'd practically memorized every detail of the room. The walls were purple, the ceiling and floor white. The bars making up her cell were made of steel, from the looks of it. When she got out of here, one of the main things she wanted to do was touch them, just to make sure. Shelves still hung from the walls, and you could almost see the toys that once rested on them if you let yourself picture it. Their emptiness was probably the most depressing thing in the room.

Usually, Atomic would dread her daily sessions, but that had changed yesterday. She couldn't wait to talk to Courtney again. Courtney was strong, sure, but she wasn't Vixen; she actually cared about her. Atomic knew that Vixen wanted Mari back, but the reason she did was probably twisted and demented. The only reason Courtney wanted her back was because Courtney had loved her. Platonically, of course. That girl only had eyes for one person, and that was her fiancèe.

But that love was a weakness, one that Atomic completely intended to exploit. She'd already seen the way she completely disarmed Courtney yesterday by not accepting her "evidence" as fact. And the only thing she'd had to do was bring up Olivia. If that was all it took, then she had a lot more up her sleeve. Talking to Courtney was going to be fun.

So there she sat, in her uncomfortable chair, waiting. Courtney would be arriving any minute now. Atomic wanted to know about work. What new patients were there? How easy were they to deal with? Had any of them attacked-

The door flung open. Atomic sat up, excited. Finally!

Her smile dropped as soon as she saw who the newcomer was.

It was Vixen. She wasn't wearing a lab coat anymore; instead, she was wearing the ordinary uniform for her girls, complete with the sunglasses, which looked ridiculous, seeing as she was inside. The only difference were her shoes; she'd switched out the usual black pumps for sneakers. There was no book in her hand, and seeing as there was no lump in any of her pockets, it seemed that she'd left the tape recorder behind too.

She entered the cell and locked it behind her. She made a waving motion with her hand at all the girls outside the window, and they fled as if someone had thrown a smoke bomb at them, leaving the two girls alone.

Vixen looked tired. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and Atomic assumed that underneath those sunglasses there were empty bags under her eyes. 

Something was off about this. Where was Courtney? What was with the sudden change in outfit? This was unlike Vixen. It was almost as if she was showing... weakness. Vulnerability. The change made Atomic's skin crawl. This wasn't the Vixen she knew, the strong girl who could take down someone twice her size. The girl in front of her was someone else entirely.