Demi Owens [A Legend Fanfiction]

Chapter 27

(I only own Demi and her storyline! I don't own any gifs or pictures I put into this fanfiction!)

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~Third Person POV~ 

Strapped in a cell with the walls, floor and ceiling made of a strong steel, and a door closed shut and locked tight; Demi sits hunched forward in her chair that she's handcuffed to. Only this time in custody, she's not alone (not counting the two armed soldiers with her in the cell).

Next to her cell- well, more like a couple feet down the hall of the government building- lays her younger brother-like figure. He's also chained down as well, but he has no clue that they're together once again. Neither does she. 

Both of them are knocked out from their recent adventures, as they have been for a couple of weeks. Although there have been some calls of them stirring in their sleep, but it never fully resulted in them waking up completely.  

Republic soldiers walk down the hall, being lead by the agent that made this all happen. June's strides are sharp with her chin held up high- exactly what you would expect from an elite Republic figure. Her arms are crossed behind her as she walks with an aura that screams leader and seriousness, her long dark cloak flowing behind her. 

Although with her appearance looking very prestigious as she wears her Republic uniform; on the inside she holds an unwanted and confusing turmoil. June doesn't understand what this feeling deep inside her heart is. In fact, she thought that when capturing her brother's tormentors and killer, that she'd finally be at peace with the world, and herself. 

June thought that she was glad- maybe even happy, when they were put in their cells. She even got praised after all by her superiors and from Thomas, but she pondered on why she felt as if she were lying to herself about forcing these feelings of relief and fulfillment when in the harsh and heartbreaking reality, she felt nothing close to what she's claiming on feeling. 

Even though she has this great confusion inside of her, June won't allow this conflict to intervene with her work. Her thoughts and gears switched to work only logically as she ignores all her interior problems. Soldiers in tow, she walks up to the men that guard the #1 threat to this country. 

She halts with a kick in her step and turns toward the two guards, looking straight into their goggle covered eyes. They salute to June and she salutes back, out of respect. 

"Good evening Soldiers," She greets firmly. "It is time for the daily treatment." 

June gestures to the bucket filled to the brim with ice water that is in the hands of the soldier to her right. 

Every other day she was responsible for splashing the two prisoners with the contents in the bucket, hoping for at least one of them to wake up for questioning. (A/N: I'm just making this up lol- just know that Day was actually splashed with ice water during the time he was unconscious while in Batalla- but it never went into detail abt it)

The soldier to June's left nods. "Yes Agent Iparis."

He opens the door for the young agent and she makes her way in with the soldier who holds the bucket. She looks at Day and tries not the mentally frown at the sight. He's still unconscious. 

Her face holding no expression, she nods toward the soldier next to her and he splashes the teen with the water. 

Day's head thrusts back due to the impact, but with no luck, his head moves its way back to it's original position. 

June waits for a couple more seconds before sighing quietly. "Another day of waiting for justice to be served," She thinks.

She waits a while longer- 5 minutes to be exact- and thanks the men guarding the door as she struts out.