MADELINE

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~the abiding place of the affections~

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      Madeline opened her eyes, feeling the weight of the handcuff on her wrist. She grunts tiredly and pushes her head backwards, feeling her eyes shut with pain.

"Tough day?"

Madeline stills slightly, a feeling of coldness rushing through her spine. She looked up without opening her eyes. "What do you want?"

The black girl sits up straighter and smirks knowingly. "That's a broad question. Let's see, what is it that I do want? Freedom? Liberty? Peace? You can't give it to me anyway"

Madeline's eyes snap open as she sneers. "Spit it out, Faith. Did you come here to taunt me?" Madeline glared at her, feeling the need to pull her wrists free. She looked down at it. Maybe she could break her wrists free-

"I came here to tell you that I am going home," Faith says.

Madeline raises a brow. "Home?"

She laughs suddenly, the sound echoing through the cafeteria as people turned to her in hushed whispers. "Do you mean the place where they will decide if you're worth it? The place where they will decide if you'll be put into good use?"

She comes closer to Faith's face, with an excited smile on her face, whispering, "They could kill you, Faith. They could cut you open into tiny, little pieces. You're not going home anytime soon"

Faith stares at her, her fists tightening to the point of pain, her left eye twitching and her mouth straightening into a thin line. "No wonder you're in group A. You're not leaving here anytime soon. I won't be surprised if you die a sad, lonely death."

Madeline clocked her tongue as she shook her head. "You may not know it yet Faith, but none of us will have a peaceful death." Madeline shrugs slightly. "And the sooner you come to realise your faith, Faith-" She stops to smile at that. "The better for you."

Faith leans back into her chair, her black curls falling over her forehead, her hands greasy to touch, her wrists bare from the cuffs. She turned slightly to Madeline and watched her with hooded eyes and before she could respond, a guard comes in gruffly, shouting Faith's name all over again. But Faith didn't hear him. Faith only heard Madeline's words resounding in her head.

"You may not know it yet Faith, but none of us will have a peaceful death."

And as Faith looked at the lapel of the guard's collar, seeing the tattoo crawling out of it, as though a snake moving with sleaziness, she knew the words tattooed were made for them. And as she caught sight of the injection in the guard's pocket, she let out a strangled cry, struggling with the vice-like hold, pushing against the idea of death. But it was too late. She had already been pushed into a room with no light but a single fluorescent bulb hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the bloodstain on the pure white chair.

Madeline watched this with a sense of boredom. She shook her wrists and with a smirk, she whispered to the now-closed door. "I warned you, Faith, I warned you. Everyone will die a terrifying death."

She moved her line of sight to a group of boys laughing over something; and at the centre stood Noah, a boy she had never talked to. She shook her head with pity. "You're next."

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