𝙊𝙃! 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙊 | haitus | (Leakira) Klance Voltron Reboot

18 : heart out

"5998, 5999, 6000"

The rubber ball hit the concrete wall with a satisfying smack and the ginger huffed, catching it mid-air.

It was almost time for visiting hours.

Adjusting the tag on his jumpsuit, he splayed himself over his bench like bed briefly. He fingered the edges of his shirt, thumbing the moth-eaten hole in the corner.

He'd have to talk about gettigng it fixed through Velma soon. His days in prison weren't very cheerful, but he always liked paying a visit to the kleptomaniac seamstress with pigtails that worked in the safer sections of the building.

"Prisoner 6420"

He strutted up to the bars, eyebrows dancing. The guard who stood on the other side was not amused.

"You have a visitor"

"Righteous"

After a series of codes and cuffing, prisoner 6420 felt himself get jerked forward biting back a hiss of pain, hating the way that despite the fact the cuffs were futuristic and spacy with their super magnetic, link free design, they always seemed to come in one size, extra small.

He carded his fingers through his forever bedhead like hair with his best ability, Adjusting both his jumpsuit and smile.

But the moment he sat down in the booth and faced his audience, his smile dropped, confusion taking over his face, rather than the girl he had been expecting. An awkward looking couple stared right back behind the screen.

He picked up the red phone.

"Who the hell are you"

"Oh. Uh, hello!"

The man said cheerfully, the women, however, did not look impressed, glowering at him menacingly and he shuddered.

"I'm Henare, this is Violetta, we're with the TDP and-"

"If this is about my trial, forget it that was over a year ago"

Immediately The women (supposedly Violetta) snatched the receiver,

"Look here kid, we'll make this clear and simple, we have answers, we want em'"

"What's in it for me?"

One thing that prisoner 6420 had learned during his stay, was to never do anything for free, it only got you into trouble.

Vio didn't reply, instead, she picked up a folder that was laying atop the desk, her jaw set, immediately she pulled out a small photo pressing it against the screen.

A smiling teenage girl, a bit on the short side but radiating with enough energy to make up for it.

"My sister, what about her?"

"You got us instead of her because she's been missing a month after your imprisonment"

Prisoner 6420 felt his heart stop and he nearly lunged forward.

"What-"

He had been placed under maximum security, no contact with the outside world for the first few months of his sentence. How could, in such a short time had she gone missing without him knowing?

"Your sister, Pana Holt went missing on a Monday morning on her way to school, she did not return home that day and she never showed up at any of her classes"

Violetta said with little emotion, she sounded like she wasn't reciting anything more than a report.

"How-"