"I could have put that to use during the past few decades", Ali argued as she stood up," But I never did. What makes you think I will do so now?"
The tension in the room was thick and heavy, as the officer stood up too. "It does not matter if you haven't done it or what you could do. What matters is what you did. And up until now, we have no reason to believe that you didn't threaten other people's lives, other than your word. But it's your word against eight others, you are staying here", he explained coldly, locking eyes with the teenager.
"If anyone here touches me again, I will lose it", Alistor growled, as the policeman picked up the handcuffs again.
"And with that you have threatened an officer, giving me even more reason to keep you here", Padlock shot back, gesturing for Ali to hold out her hands in front of her.
"We are not leaving this room, until I've cuffed you", the officer explained and leaned onto the table.
Ali groaned and just stood in the middle of the room for a while. Without looking at the man, she asked:"Where are we going and how long will I have to wear them?"
"We're going to a changing room a few halls over, you can change your clothes to the uniform", Padlock explained," Then I'll put them back on until you are inside a cell."
"Is it that late already?", the girl questioned, stunned.
The officer took a quick look at his watch and said:"It's half past four, lights out is at eight. But I have other things to do, and I'm not letting you into the hall just now."
"I don't like handcuffs", Ali mumbled stoic, as she leaned against the door and faced Oliv.
The officer sighed and asked:"Why is that?"
"They remind me of things I'd rather forget", the girl remarked calmly, and locked eyes with the policeman.
The man looked at her, as he thought for a while. Then he asked:"Would you feel better if I'd lead you by the hand?"
The girl immediately jerked up and replied:"I'll take the cuffs."
Something about the thought of physical contact seemed to unnerve her immensely, but the officer decided to not question that, as Ali held out her hands now. With a deep sigh, the man cuffed her and then unlocked the door, holding it open for the girl to walk through.
The officer walked behind the girl, telling her where to go, but he quickly noticed that she didn't need his guidance. She also stopped in front of the right door, without the man needing to tell her where it was.
"You've really been here before", the man admitted, as he took the cuffs of the girl's wrists again.
With a cocky:"I told you so", the girl opened the door and took the uniformed clothes out of the officer's hands.
Just a bit later, she came back outside again, wearing the light blue t-shirt with the long sleeves and the black cotton pants.
"I thought you'd take longer than that", the officer commented, as he lead the, now cuffed again, girl down into the tract with the cells.
"And I don't like putting things away and keeping them for later. I'd rather get into a cell quickly, than be cuffed for longer than needed", she replied coldly.
Oliv Padlock sighed and gave up trying to maintain a nice conversation. This girl seemed less human to him, with every second that went past. Neither did he want to know, nor needed to find out how far he could go, before the girl lashed out. That she was so confident in the, almost impossible, fact that she couldn't get shot, made the officer even uneasier. She wouldn't be scared of guns.
"Nothing changed", the girl remarked out of the blue.
"Thank you?", the man asked confused, looking over at the unusual girl.
"That's not a good thing", Alistor snapped," whoever designed the clothes has a terrible taste, there is nothing good about them, but the fact that they are comfortable. And I've told this Brooks and I'll tell you too: Get a better interior designer!"
The officer was stunned, no one he had arrested ever dared to talk to him like that. No one but this weird, white haired girl with the most unusual eyes he had ever seen. She reminded him of someone, or something. He wasn't sure what it was. But the way she acted, and the things that she did seemed oddly familiar to him. Even her name.
"You seem very familiar", the man stated as he locked the door of Ali's cell.
"You changed the locks?", Ali asked confused. The doors were electrical, but the design still was the same. There was a touchpad next to each door, a code needed to be entered.
"The old ones weren't safe anymore. Everything changes with our knowledge of tech", the man replied.
Ali laughed and looked at him, as she stated:"You're acting as if the last generation was living in caves and had fire to keep warm!"
The man just turned and left, Ali sighed and sat down at the edge of the thin bed. "Been a long time", she mumbled whilst looking around the familiar layout of the cell.
Time went by slowly, the girl was bored. Minutes seemed like hours, there was nothing to do. At first the girl just sat at the edge of the bed, kicking her bare feet in the air. But that quickly got boring to her and so she stood up and went up to the door.
With a low hum, she focused on the door. With a satisfied smile, she heard the mechanism click. Ali quickly closed the door again, she didn't want anybody to notice. She had the feeling as if she was deep in trouble again and didn't want to push her luck too far.
She lied down on the floor, her limbs stretched out. With a quiet laugh she whispered:"I'm a starfish!"
Then she sighed and sat back up again. As she thought of things she could do in this small room, she started to play around with the edge of her sleeve. Then an idea struck her. The girl quickly took off the blue shirt, revealing a white sports bra with purple dots underneath.
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The Forest's Kids
Siêu nhiên'Just leave us alone!' Decades after the teenagers broke free, they still couldn't live normally. People were making up stories about them. The kids almost never went out together, as to not get spotted. But there's exceptions that prove the rule. ...
