Avery has lived in New New York her entire life, and after the Fallout of 2016, nothing seems to be going well at all. Now, she's walled up in a city where crime riddles the streets and corrupt politicians do nothing to help those in need. When Aver...
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This. This must be what Hell is.
Princey's mind scattered like a pile of dust in the wind, the thoughts swirling around in a mini-torando of confusion. A single gunshot echoed in his ears, a remnant of the little girl whose blood still covered his stomach, legs, and hands. And a single word reverberated through him--the last word the girl would utter.
Blue.
Caroline the Flower Girl, whose favorite color just happened to be blue. The Flower Girl time would forget. All because those Lawmakers were looking for him. All because he didn't pull the trigger and put a bullet into a corrupt man's head. With a trembling scream, Princey slammed his fist into the metallic floor, barely feeling its impact. His chest heaved up and down, nostrils flaring from the sudden bout of anger rising through his body as he slammed his fist into the floor again, and again, and again, and again.
"What's the matter, boy?"
Princey's head whipped around, searching for the source of the voice. Outside the glass wall to his left stood his biggest mistake. Princey forced his breath into a controlled tempo and let his legs sprawl out in front of him before cradling the aching fist in his hand. The coolness of blood dribbled down his skin from the raw knuckles he created and Princey refused to look at the man outside his exhibit.
"The girl was a mistake. She wasn't meant to die, she just got--"
"In the way?" Princey finished, gray eyes fixed on the wall across from him. Glancing over, he saw Sallow smirk slightly and put his head down.
"I see your aptitude for being unpleasant has survived even longer than I'd expected."
"Screw you."
"I didn't know you were so rude, as well."
"Rude?!" Princey catapulted up and stalked to the glass wall in three strides, glaring at Sallow angrily. "Your men were so desperate to capture me that they killed an innocent little girl. How many other people have you murdered, Sallow? Just to stay hidden here?"
Sallow didn't look amused, annoyed, or even faintly remorseful for what happened. His features were a blank slate, and it was impossible for Princey to tell how his words had affected the man. The Chancellor took a single step forward, hands still clasped behind his back. "How much do you know?"
"Not a single damn thing." He clenched his fists together as he spoke. "If you think this is anything other than an angry man trying to take the life of a corrupt politician, you're wrong."
"Well," Sallow started. "All I want to know is why you didn't do it."
Princey growled, "I should have."
"Let's say you did. Do you know what would have happened?" Sallow paused for a second, straightening his red tie casually. "Absolutely nothing. My sudden abscence would not even phase the politics here."
