Last Of It's Kind

Chapter Sixteen - Junux

The stones hit the wall opposite me as I threw them. I was so bored. Being in jail was so boring. There was nothing to do at all. It was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo boring.
As I threw my millionth stone at the wall opposite, a holo of Myree appeared and the stone went right through her.
"I told you that helping that human was a mistake." She said in her I'm-so-high-and-mighty' voice.
I ignored her. The racist bitch. I threw another stone through her holo. And another. And another.
"Can you stop that?" She said, obviously getting annoyed.
"No." I replied with a smile creeping across my face. I love annoying people like her.
We were silent for a bit before Myree sighed.
"Come on, I have been your only visit for days, and you won't talk to me?"
She tried to speak to me but to no avail, and I stayed silent and continued to through stones at her holo.
"Fine, stay here to rot then." She said when I ignored her and after that, her holo blinked and vanished.

A few hours later, I'm woken from my sleep by that cute guard who gives me food. We don't speak. She only hands me the tray of slop and goo and leaves.
I shovel the food in my mouth. I'm starving. This is the only meal that they let us prisoners have, but if we're good, we get a second meal in the evenings or some kind of sweeter slop that they call dessert.
I begin to eat my way through the slop. Today the slop is kind of a spicy flavour.
Then something gets caught in my throat. And I begin to choke. I keep choking until a small bit of paper shoots out of my mouth and hit my pile of stones.
Intrigued, I get up and pick up the bit of paper.
I had to unfold it several times before I could actually read what it said.
It read:

We will help you to save your little friend. It will, however, come at a price. Be ready.

I raised my eyebrow. Whoever wrote this must've had some lessons on being enigmatic.