Reaper's War

Chapter 3: Interrogation

A/N: Hey guys! I think I'm a day early in posting the chapter but who cares!
I certainly don't and I'm gonna guess you lot don't either!
I am quite aware that I said this chapter would be put into two parts. I managed to get it all into one chapter.
Anyways, imma let you all get onto reading the new chapter.

Side note: make sure you read the end authors note. I have two things to announce.

How in Remnant could two weeks feel so long? Well, when you give yourself up outside an illegal research facility because you're thought to be a criminal, you tend to be put in a cell to await interrogation and a trial.

What Blake didn't expect, however, was to be taken to a top secret military base in the never ending frozen tundra of Solita, hundreds of miles away from any civilisation.
The trip hadn't taken long, especially since the journey was most taken by airship. Unfortunately, the cat faunus had been blind-folded the second she stepped onto the air vehicle, not even knowing where they were taking her. None of the military personnel had spoken to her the entire way until she'd found herself in a prison cell.

It was surprisingly spacious for a place to put suspected criminals; there was a shockingly clean toilet and sink in the bottom left corner, a sturdy, comfortable (ish) bed in the far right corner and a privatised shower cubicle in the top left corner. It even came with a small jar of soap and a small bottle of cheap shampoo.
If this was a prison in Atlas, it was by far the most luxurious to be in.

On the downside, however, there was fuck all to do. Books were brought every few days in between being interrogated, meals were placed through a slat at the bottom of the thick metal cell door and there was actually a small amount of exercise equipment such as a yoga mat and a pull up bar attached to the left hand wall.

Still, there wasn't much to do apart from read, exercise, eat, sleep and shower. So, that's what Blake was currently doing; exercising.

Pulling herself up and slowly letting herself back down on the pull up bar, sweat travelled down her forehead and back, dripping onto the floor. She'd opted to try and keep her clothes as clean as possible by working out with just her sports bra and boy-shorts.

That was probably a mistake.

After two weeks of being in the cell, she'd only been out of it five times for interrogation. Each time, she refused to answer their questions and requested that she talk to Winter Schnee, otherwise they wouldn't get the answers they wanted.

The cat faunus knew she was being picky and understood that they'd get the answers either way but she just couldn't stand any of the high ranking Atlas Military personnel. They were stuck up for a start. Way worse than what Weiss used to be. They seemed to hate faunus for no reason other than they were different, often spouting 'you animals should be kept in cages and sold like slaves or cattle' or something of the like.
Blake hated it and hated them.

To make matters worse, the prison guards were unnecessarily rough with her, often grabbing her wrists so tight it hurt and left a mark. Some of them even resorted to making the cuffs too tight that they cut into her skin. There were still small scabs on her wrists where the metal had dug into her flesh. She always tried not to wince or make any sort of expression to show she was in pain. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction, often keeping her face expressionless.

Bringing herself out of her thoughts of the prison staff, she finished her workout and wiped herself down. She was about to strip completely and get in the shower but unfortunately, the annoying, loud announcement for her to prepare to be interrogated again sounded out.

Sighing, she dressed quickly and stood facing the far wall with her hands placed in large white circles and her feet in the ones on the floor. She schooled her features into something that wouldn't let the prison staff know she was annoyed, in pain or anything.