"We don't want anything happening to those pretty little eyes of yours. You're the only one we have. You're the only one of us who isn't worthless, so don't you lose your head thinking otherwise."
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┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ T H E D I S A R R A Y [1] •tell me your own politik• -Coldplay ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛
THERE BETWEEN THE LIPS OF THE SILVERY-HAIRED GIRL RESTED A PLASTIC STICK OF DEATH. Her eyes wandered along each face in the room, inclusive of my own. Her silvery, blue orbs eyes met my own while blowing out a puff of smoke. Her sickly, white clothes greatly contrasted with the charcoal walls. She was radioactive. If we walked into the wrong vicinity, we would be dead. None of us knew what to expect from her. Especially being a Weiss.
A small clearing of the throat was barely audible as I glanced over my shoulder. There was Arold holding a cynical expression upon his face while all the more urging me to get on with the interrogation. His night-dark eyes met my own , signaling me to get on with it. I turned back around to face her, but she was no longer facing me. I could see the side of her face while her feet were kicked up upon the table.
"Beyza, if you turn around, then this will be over faster." Her eyes averted to me with a sharp, icy casing over them. She took the death stick from between her lips and placed it down on the table, awfully slow.
"You sound like the chick version of my prick of a father. Thought you inked would be more lively, different." Her words rolled off of her tongue in a nonchalant manner. She had called us inked, and I could hear Arold's heavy breathing in the background. "What's with him? He sounds like he just ran a 5k." She held a playful expression on her face, scanning Arold for any other reaction. Soon, I felt a pressure on my back and knew it was Arold trying to go around me. The others in the room gripped his wrists and pushed him up against the wall.
"Woah there, tiger. He's a feisty one." She smirked as Arold growled from behind me. She then picked up her plastic death stick and placed it back between her lips.
"Are you going to play around with her or get on with it, Blakely?" He nearly screamed as I turned around quickly to face him. He'd said my name in an interrogation room, which was never supposed to be mentioned for safety's sake. The two guards slowly released their grips, seemingly in shock that my name was mentioned. Arold's eyes grew wide as he realized his mistake and quickly parted his lips to cover up what he'd done, "Baby, I'm so-."
I quickly cut him off, not needing to hear his explanation. "You broke protocol, Andri. Please, escort him out of the interrogation room, brothers." Arold's lips were sealed as I turned on my heel to face Beyza Weiss, but again, she was no longer in that same position. She stood, arms crossed in the corner of the charcoal colored room, standing out in her sickly, white garb.
"You call your guards 'brothers'? Interesting." Beyza commentated as Arold was pulled out of the interrogation room, his chocolate eyes never leaving my figure.
"We do. Yet you call yours 'The Supervision.' At least we sound united." I spat; however, the playful expression she wore hadn't left her face. If anything, that caused her to smirk more.
"Well... It's not like it was my choice in the first place, Blakely." I gritted my teeth as my name rolled off of her lips and crossed my arms in frustration. Her words were few, but always had a snarky comment to follow them up. I found that intriguing about this Weiss girl.
"Okay. Seriously. Why were you found snooping around West-Melanite? You know that's the most heavily guarded area in the Falls. Not to mention that you stick out like a sore thumb with your full white 'fit."
She shrugged with a nonchalant expression upon her face. "Why not? I mean, where I live is absolutely terrible. I get to see people suffer every day, only for them to be wiped of their identity. It's like they've been erased."
She explained, her facial expression not wavering in the slightest. It wasn't anything I didn't already know about Ivory Falls, but hearing it from someone of such high rank in the Falls shocked me. Especially her being a Weiss.
"Yet you find yourself over here in enemy territory with no type of disguise? Something's obviously not adding up, Beyza."
"Well. I guess I've had a change of heart."
"Pray tell, Weiss."
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ T H E D I S A R R A Y [1] •tell me your own politik• -Coldplay ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ A U T H O R ' S N O T E •I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I thank God for each and every one of you.• -Old School Arts ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛
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