The Nonexistence Or Something

4: "Sarcastic Even in the Midst of Chaos.."

"Thanks," I replied, and heard the door open again. 

"Erin Cosmia, President would like to talk to you, please foll-" As the colored man requested me, the building shook underneath us. 

"What's happening??" Lee asked, terrified. I curled her head into my chest as dust and miniscule pieces of debris fell from the ceiling. I pulled her to the ground, shielding her from the wreckage with my body. 

"Stay down!" The guard yelled, finding cover with his arms. 

"It's not like I'm gonna jump to the ceiling, mister," Lee muttered from underneath me, and I chuckled. 

"Sarcastic even in the midst of chaos..." I muttered to her. My arms were starting to tremble in their plank-styled formation. She smiled, wrapping her arms around my torso and pulling her on top of her. 

"Thank you, but let's not have your arms give out. That would probably hurt a lot, fatty." Rolling my eyes, I laid protectively on top of her, as the rumbling ceased. We stood up, cautiously. As we did so, the light fixture fell from the ceiling. The structure shot glass out of it randomly, and I jumped in front of Lee as a glass shard flew towards her. The small piece sliced my skin above my eyebrow open, and warm, metallic blood gushed slowly out of it. "Oh my god, are you okay?" She stepped in front of me, reaching to touch the cut. I pulled away. 

"It's okay, I just need a bandaid," I said casually. It didn't hurt that bad, maybe a bit more than a paper cut? 

"No, you need proper dressings," Lee said, turning towards the man who was starting to stand up. "Any chance we could get a first aid kit?" Her voice was unnerving, on the verge of panic.

"Of course. I-I'll go get one.." The shaken guard said and excused himself. He came back with a rather large kit. Lee ran and got it, coming back and bandaging my wound.  I winced at an alcohol swab, and she recoiled. I had never seen Lee so scared of hurting me... 

After my wound was bandaged, I was told to meet the President. I walked through a clinical white door and was met with a polished man. He was aged, with white hair combed and parted, and a crisp black suit. 

"Erin, hello." He greeted, and I nodded in greeting. He sighed, understanding my suspicions. "Welcome to my office. Would you like something to drink? Scotch? Sparkling Water?" He stood, stalking to a cart full of beverages. I shook my head, watching the man as he used gold tongs to put ice in a crystalized cup and pour amber liquid from a crystallized pitcher over said ice. "I'm Mr.Scotchsman." Really? Mr.Scotchman likes Scotch? Original. I was certain that he was using a fake name, and I didn't feel the need to introduce myself. He went to sit in his chair, and on the amber desk sat a yellow file with a picture of me and the same clinical font that my letter was in. 

"Erin Cosmia. That's a...strange surname. Is it Scottish?" What in the hell is it with this guy and Scotch? I shook my head. 

"I'm not sure where it's from, Sir,"  I said, sitting up straight. 

"Ah, It talks," Scotchsman said with a tired smile. "Well, I didn't request you in here to talk about the origins of your last name, Erin. You asked, rather, begged me to tell you the reason why you are banned from existence." 

I leaned forward. "Although I am wondering that, now I am curious as of where, and why this justice facility was created." If Mr...Scotchsman could talk fancy, so could I. 

"Curiosity killed the cat, Erin." He replied. 

"Do I look like a cat, Mr.Scotchsman?" I asked, defying his stalling. 

He raised his eyebrows, awestruck that I was so forward. "Erin, you really shouldn't ask questions that you don't want the answers to." 

"If I didn't want the answers, i wouldn't have asked. In your letter, you told me you'd give me answers." I was starting to get annoyed. 

"Wrong, Erin. I said that I would tell you the exact reason why you were banned from existence." He corrected. 

"Mr.Scotchsman. if you won't tell me what I'd like to know, I might as well leave." I say, getting up from my chair. 

"Well, Erin, you're in the United States of America, in Washington DC." Mr.Scotchsman was quick to answer. I sat back down, intrigued. "The US. Penitentiaries are overflowing. You and..." Scotchsman glanced at the file before continuing. "Leona Handel are experiments for the new jail system." My eyes widened. 

"So I'm an innocent citizen, and you're holding me for a damn experiment?!" I asked, growing enraged. 

"No no no, Mr. Cosmia." He defended. "You have charges, don't you worry." He seemed terrified, scared of me for some reason. "It's true..." He mumbled. 

"What?!" I asked, still quite angry. 

"I think we're done here."  Mr. Scotchsman said, pressing a button to have me escorted out by the man. Curiosity blazed in my soul, I needed to know what was true. 

"What's true?" I asked, slightly calming down.

"We, are done here. Erin." Scotchsman Said, more insistent. The man came and took my arm. 

"What is true, Scotchsman?" I stood there, demanding. He just signaled to the guard to have me taken away. 

When I got back to Lee, she looked at me curiously. "I got an answer for why we're here." I shrugged. 

"What about your charges?" she asked, and I shrugged again. 

"That's not fair! Why would they tell you that they would and then not?" Lee contemplated, her hazel eyes searching mine. 

"I'm not sure, but hey, at least I found out why this whole banishment bullshit is happening," I replied. She nodded. 

"Why?" Lee asked a moment later. 

"The jails are too full, this is an experiment for a new penitentiary system," I said. Anger flashed across her features. 

"You're innocent?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed and anger glinting in her eyes. 

"No, but I thought the same thing," I replied and yawned. 

"Erin and Leona." The guard walked up to us. "It's time." Our features dropped, and I nodded. It was time to go back down to the banishment. 

A/N: I'm writing this in class, apologies for it being short. Also, girl, (you know who you are)  if you're so damned in love with this story, you should VOTE on the chapters so I know.