Rose

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They found Junior in her office. She was drawing a plan.

"So, what is this job you have for us?" Rose asked. Junior ignored Rose.

"Junior?" Dorian prompted. Junior seemed to lose her thoughts for a second then she hummed to let Dorian know she was listening. "What is the job you have for us?"

"What I said before-"

" No, what are the details?" Dorian interrupted.

"We're breaking into the most secure prison in the world and stealing something, I don't know what, but we'll know when we see it apparently;" Junior replied.

"What are you drawing?" Rose asked. Ignored.

Rose looked at Dorian, wishing that Junior would listen to her.

"What are you drawing?" Dorian asked.

"Plans. I know the place already. I've been there;" Junior replied, still drawing.

"Are you listening to Dorian?" Rose asked.

"Yes. You ask too much and Dorian asks too much naturally so, I've learned to always answer her so she will stop bugging me;" Junior replied. Rose saw a tear slide down Dorian's face.

"You used to be a fan of me. What happened?" Dorian asked.

"I don't know what you mean;"Junior raised an eyebrow and looked up.

"I think she's erased that part of her memory too;" Rose replied, walking towards Dorian to comfort her.

Junior erased parts of her memories from her past that she felt made her weak. That made her her old self.

"Erased her memory?" Dorian asked, confusion crossing her face.

"How do you erase your memory?" Kay questioned. Rose shrugged her shoulder at the question and Junior stopped drawing and was glaring at the paper now.

Junior broke the pencil she was using. "I would advise you to not ask that question ever again," Junior grabbed the two halves of the pencil and threw them out. Then she grabbed a new pencil.

"I don't think it's fair that you know everything about us but we know close to nothing about you-" In a second Rose had a knife to her throat. Junior was holding the knife and staring into her soul. Rose felt her knees shake, her breathing became irregular, her heart quickened.

"Do you not like your voice? I can make you mute." Junior asked.

"I would like to keep my voice." Rose whispered.

"Then don't pry into my past life. It's useless information anyways." Junior put the knife away and walked back to her desk. Rose tried to calm herself down.

Rose was still scared of Junior. Normally, they just poke fun at each other in their own ways. Amusing each other with each playful jab. This was different. Junior would've killed Rose without hesitation. Rose heard stories of Junior taking out people's hearts and in the moment of hearing it come out of Kay's mouth she just laughed but now, she'd believe it.

"Okay, gather round. Behold-"

"Junior's great plan of retrieving and getting away?" Kay questioned.

"Yes, that's what it's called." Junior replied. "Anymore questions?"

"Have you carved someone's heart out." Rose asked. She whispered it, still scared of Junior.

"Yes." Junior whispered back with a devilish grin. "And then I ate it."

"Okay, you're joking." Rose replied.

"The second part, yes. The first part... no." Junior admitted. Rose shivered.

"What will I be climbing." Dorian asked.

"An incinerator. I would climb it if I could but, I don't have heat resistance." Junior replied.

"Anything else?" Dorian asked.

"Maybe." Junior answered. "We are leaving the country. Don't tell anyone or I will skin you."

Dorian, Rose, and Kay exchanged glances at each other.

"I wonder what happened to Dess." Rose randomly blurted out.

"I do too actually. His boss wouldn't like what he dragged back from battle. Traumatized soldiers because of you Rose." Junior smirked. "Not to mention that he's traumatized too."

Because of you, Junior.

"Welp! No more questions?" No one replied to Junior. "Then gather the least amount of stuff you'll need. We'll meet at the docks just down the street from here." Junior pushed them all out of her office and closed the door behind them.

Rose went to her room and grabbed some knives. She also grabbed a bible to read and to guide her prayers.

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