The Rabbit's Den

Alpha WOLF

Cicero came to suddenly and violently; he hadn't remembered falling asleep. He was on a bench in an unlit room, shackled to the floor with chains. "What the fuck?" He murmured aloud. He yanked hard at the chains, making them clatter metallically. "Please don't. It's no use anyway, there's nowhere for you to run." A voice from the other side of the cell said calmly, "The sound bothers me, so please stop." Cicero squinted into the darkness, "Who's there? Where am I?" The older man leaned forward enough for Cicero to see him, "Doesn't matter who I am. We both are in over our heads." The older man was tired looking, or was it remorse? He was dressed nicely, and his white coat was familiar. "Dr. Peterson?" Cicero gasped. "Where are we?" He demanded.

"We are at WOLF headquarters. And that means we both are likely dead." The doctor had even less fight in him then he did at the house, if that was even possible. "Why are we here?" Dr. Peterson let out an exhausted laugh, "I don't know why you're here, but I'm here to atone for my sins. It's about time, there are so many. If Trixie had any mercy, she would have killed me at the hospital." He paused and sighed, "And if had any guts I would have went back into the hospital before it blew." Cicero leaned back on the bench, "What's so bad about here?" Dr. Peterson smiled at Cicero, it was almost cruel, "You're only brought here if you're of a use, or because you've outlived your use. It's a spectacle to have both in one cell. Look hard, one day you'll be back in this cell if you take the offer."

"Cicero Lucci, the head is ready for your meeting. Please step back." A voice came from speakers above them. The heavy door began to open. Standing behind it was a slight woman, dressed in a red pant suit. She was clean and her black hair was cut very short, she looked at Cicero. "Cicero Lucci, if you'll follow me." She turned as the shackled on his wrists beeped then fell to the floor open. He walked behind the woman, down a brightly lit obnoxiously white corridor. "How do you know my name?" Cicero asked, he hadn't heard his last name in years. "We know everything about you Cicero, that's our job." The door ahead of them opened and they passed into a small white room with a bright red door. "Just so you know, violence isn't permitted and will end very badly for you." Her large blue eyes bore into him, "He's ready to see you." Cicero edged towards the door then turned back to her, "Who?" She raised her eyebrow at him in disgust, "Mr. Whitaker."

Somehow this room was a stronger tone of white, it seemed huge and Cicero couldn't tell where the floors and walls started or ended. A large red desk was ahead of him with heavily padded red armchairs. On the opposite side of the desk was a larger office chair, also this menacing red color. The back was facing him, but he could see the top of the head of this Mr. Whitaker popping above it slightly. "Sit down Mr. Lucci." He looked around the room before walking to the chair and sitting down. "You sell your own people, is that right?" The question caught him off guard, "Well I..." Cicero began. "Don't bother lying to me." The man said, still turned away. Cicero looked down at his dirty hands for a moment, "They're not my people." The man's laugh was unnaturally deep, "You live with them, break bread with them, friend them, and they're not your people?" Cicero shifted uneasy in his chair. "Why were you in my city?"

Cicero cleared his throat, "We came to take the girls back, and wreck the hospital." The chair turned, even Cicero had to admit the man was handsome. His face looked like it came straight from a chiseled marble statue. He had perfectly coiffed golden hair and his bright blue eyes felt evil. The man's hands came down softly on the desk, Cicero could tell the man never did a day of manual labor in his life. "No Cicero, I asked you. What were you doing in my city?" Cicero shrugged, "I was supposed to blow up the other exit." The man smiled at him, "You never had any intention of blowing that gate, I know it and you know it. Why were YOU in my City." He chewed the inside of his cheek nervously, "I wanted to see how they lived." "My citizens?" The man asked in his strangely deep voice. Cicero nodded, "We all heard the stories, they don't have to fight every day to survive. They live in nice houses with yards and running water. Food they don't have to grow or hunt. I wanted to see it for myself."