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Post by ∂αмєη on Jan 23, 2011 1:12:35 GMT -5

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In all my years of criminal activity, I never visited the building known as the Detention Center. Maybe I got careless. Maybe I should've never brought that man back to the building. Things would've been easier, that's for sure. I would've never had to fight that man. I've killed plenty of Peacekeepers in my life. Hell, my whole team fell because of me. Yet this one guy seemed to screw it all up. He was somehow able to catch me.

I would've never guessed that he had a wire connected to him. Nobody would. It's not common for men of the law to enter a seemingly empty building with an expensive government-issued wire to track down a criminal who is otherwise off the radar. That's why things never clicked in my head. And then he was dead. My knife removed his head with ease, the blood ending up in my mouth, my tongue seeming to shiver with excitement. That's pretty weird right? Shivering tongue? That's how it felt.

And yet I risked it all. I fucked everything up like none of it mattered. My whole life just out the door like it was nothing. I have too many crimes in my past to just walk away with no actual punishment. That is, if they find out about it. I've spent so long insuring that nobody ever knew about what I dead. Then I ruined everything with caring too much. If I never let friendly emotions enter my life, I would never have been in this situation. Sure, I've done things with people but never have I actually bothered to care. Spend the night and then leave. That was always my way of life. I never stopped to care for anybody.

Cassius was the first person I actually cared for. We worked together. We were the greatest friends ever. Brothers in a way. That was screwed up too actually. The blood of a whole crew filled the lobby of my old 'home away from home'. But then there was Bear. He was just a co-worker. I never expected to make friends within Stained Transactions. It would be professional, that's all. What reason would I have behind becoming friends with people that will also be wanted by the officers. That makes me appear on their radar.

I guess love really isn't predictable like my friends used to tell me before the incident. Love can happen at any point, with anybody. Bear would always be in my heart, whether it was as a best friend, brother or more. Same with Cassius. Yet, here I am because of them. Cassius made me keep running, all the time. Bear made me keep fighting, all the time. Why couldn't somebody help me stop? Izabella made me keep hating. Despising the ones who I cared for only to feel loved back. Things are never as simple as you want them to be.

The doors of the large armored truck open, a huge building looming over me. So this is the renowned Detention Center. A place for people just like me. A place for people who hate life in Panem because of the sick fuckers in the Capitol. And Bear would be joining me. He was thrown into a truck too, just like me. It was my fault. If I had thought about being recorded by a wire, none of this would've happened. They would still be safe. Bear, Stained Transactions, Cassius. They would all be out of danger, all safe from being found by the law enforcement. Not all screwed up like I made them become.

A sack probably used for potatoes is placed over my head. They must know that I know their weaknesses. I know the strategies used by Peacekeepers. I had to study them to become one. They know I can find a way out if I know my way in. I am guided through long halls. I tap my feet to figure out how big they are. There must be cells along the halls because the echoes are loud at some points along the halls, the sound bouncing off the cell walls. Then I'm lead down stairs. 1, 2, 3, 4. I count them as I go down until I finally reach the ground.

Then I can hear the cell door open and I'm tossed in. Great. Here we go. And so began the last few days of my previous life.

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{.:BecAuse.i.kNow.i.carE:.} -Semper- Jan 23, 2011 18:37:29 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jan 23, 2011 18:37:29 GMT -5

bear Keeni

Wow.

I don't remember much. All I can recall was almost going in to carve a permanent smile onto Johon Parker's face, then all hell broke loose. Like, seriously, a lot of things broke and came crashing down. There was a lot of people there -- none of them anyone I knew -- and suddenly I was being hit across the face and was dead to the world.

Waking up wasn't too grand either. I was being tossed and rocked around in the back of some vehicle, hitting my head on pretty much everything but the kitchen sink. I raised a hand and rubbed my temple, grimacing and cursing at the throbbing pain; as I dragged my hand down my face, I jerked it away as soon as it made contact with an incredibly sore spot all around my left eye. Damn. I poked underneath my eye, feeling a sharp jolt of stinging pain shoot through my face. Ehh, a black eye. I wonder how discolored and swollen it was, or if the white of my eye was red all over. Must've been a hard hit, too, to leave me knocked out for so long.

Turning to look around me, I spot some other people in the back of whatever it was we were in, and there was Lane right beside me. Fucking hell, they got us both? Damn. Just damn it all. I wouldn't have really minded if just I had been caught, but Lane? Oh hell no. With his past, I bet you being captured was the very extreme last thing on his list -- you know, that piece of the paper that always gets crumbled up because it's sticking out of the book and gets smacked by everything that bashes into it? Yeah, that extreme last. But as I looked at him, I couldn't read the expression on his face. Maybe he was deep in thought, or was so pissed off that he was just eerily calm, I don't know; any way you cut it, I didn't like not being able to understand my jerky buddy.

Speaking of which, why the hell had we been captured? Murder? Cannibalism? Being a pedophile? Well, I guess pedophile was directed more towards me, but meh, I don't know about Lane and pedophile-ness. This is besides the point, anyway. In all honesty, they could've snagged us for a whole stack of reasons, but they chose to take us while torturing someone. Oh joy.

When the vehicle came to a stop and the doors opened, I had to squint my eyes to keep them from burning at all the sudden light. Turns out that my black eye wasn't swollen yet, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt; every time I moved my eyelid it stung and burned.

They put a sack over Lane's head when he was pulled out, keeping him from seeing things; maybe it was because he's an ex-Peacekeeper, but I really don't know. The Peacekeepers were none too gentle as they yanked me out and dragged me towards what I figured was the Detention Center. Such a grand place, it was: top security and looked nearly impossible to break in or out of. Pft, it looked like it'd be fun to at least try. Who knows what I might run into?

Being dragged down the halls and stairs wasn't very exciting. I tried looking around, but every time I did I just got hit in the face again, bringing even more pain to my already-bruised eye. Ripred dammit! If I wasn't being held, I'd just launch myself at these Peacekeepers and give them all a piece of my mind.

I growled as I was thrown into the same cell Lane was in, being tripped in the process and falling flat on my front onto the cement ground. I shook my head and muttered curses, hauling myself up to a sitting position.

Well, looked like we were going to be here a while.

"Damn."

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{.:BecAuse.i.kNow.i.carE:.} -Semper- Jan 23, 2011 20:07:16 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Jan 23, 2011 20:07:16 GMT -5

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"Lane Ralyks. Prepare for interrogation in ten minutes." The man who had guided me down the hall shouted. Great. That just sucks. I know what they do in there. It's something I should know. I knew every trick they had up their sleeves. That's what made it even more frightening. I was definately caught for killing the Peacekeeper. That was apparently more cruel than killing another random citizen. Three punishments were obvious, the thought far back in my mind. I don't want to pull it forward. I don't want to imagine what might happen.

They could hurt me. Obviously. Anything they do could probably hurt me. They'd have guns and knifes and ropes and electricity guns. Anything to make my scream fill the room. That was obviously going to happen. Nobody goes to interrogation and comes out unharmed. Oh, that was definately not a possibility. They wouldn't allow it. Then there's death. Sometimes pain is too much to handle. I've been good with my pain threshold for my whole life. I threaten my life each day with pills and weed and cocaine and alcohol. Yet I'm still here right? Maybe not for long. I'd be surprised if I wasn't killed actually. They know I've done more, even if they can't prove it. And I'd gladly tell them that I've done more.

Maybe I would be putting myself up for death if I did anything stupid but I can't seem to find a negative outcome in the situation. A negative outcome that doesn't have a positive with it. Bear. Yeah, I'd miss him and I'm sure he'd miss me. My death would mean he could be with Bells though without having somebody standing at his door, waiting for him to choose. Cassius. He'd be able to give up his chase, finally moving onto being who he wants to be and not the two-sided cop I've made him to be. Everybody would be affected for a brief moment, only to move on and go on with their lives.

And then there was the final possibility. I had come in contact with the situation once before when 'visiting' the Capitol. I had almost had the blade cut the muscle of my tongue, turning me into a permanent mute for life. Why would they do that though? I have so much I could tell them. I know it, they know it and the people who's stories I know know it. This is where things get tricky. Punish me for all the things I've done or keep me as a source. They know I'd drop everything I do in a heartbeat to be back in the safety of being a officer. Would I? I actually don't know.

The 10 minutes are up though. I know they are. The chains that are soon to be tied around my arms and legs are clanging against each other. Shit. I make my way over to Bear, grabbing hold of his hands. This could be the last time I can say something to you. "Bear Keeni. I've known you for a few months now and I can officially say that I care for you Bear. You are the best friend I never had. The one that can't arrest me or shoot me with a gun. And whatever happens, I want you to know something....I-" I begin, but something wraps around my eyes and neck, pulling me back. I hit the ground and am pulled further towards the bar door. With the small bit of strength I still have, I pull the mouth gag away.

"Bear! I love you. I always will." And then I'm gone.

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{.:BecAuse.i.kNow.i.carE:.} -Semper- Jan 24, 2011 8:11:20 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jan 24, 2011 8:11:20 GMT -5

I bet you the food tasted like sawdust here. Stale bread loaves of packed together soft wood chunks that was just hell for your gums and tongue. Eh, well; I had it coming for me. You can't go off on killing and cannibal sprees without getting punished, so this was my punishment: eating sawdust for the next month or so. I could live without human flesh for that long..... I hope.....

Whoa, wait, what? Interrogation? For Lane? But why? Well, I guess that was a very stupid question for me to ask. As much of a bad ass as I thought I was, Lane was a freakin' bad ass mother fucker, so maybe interrogation was just protocol for ex-Peacekeepers. Gahh, I hated be so inexperienced; I felt like such a noob that it wasn't even funny. My first time at the Detention Center and you would think I've never even heard of the place. I have, though, and I've been told that it's like hell in a hand basket. We'd see about that.

Before I can really bother to get up from where I was sitting, Lane comes over and takes both my hands in his. Why was he doing this? Not that I found it awkward or anything -- I really liked Lane, mind you -- but he was just going off for interrogation.... right? As I looked into his eyes, though, I could tell that this was something much more than I had originally expected. Something awful was about to happen, and judging by everything he was telling me, it was all going to either end up in death or.... or something worse, I don't know.

For a moment, I really couldn't believe what he was saying. Of course I wouldn't ever arrest him, or shoot him with a gun, or turn him in to the law. Lane Fox Ralyks wasn't just my best friend -- he was my brother. No, more than that. Maybe it was because I was bi, but I loved him. Not the kind of "love" I had with that Will kid, nor anything like with Ethan. Though I was chicken to admit it, I loved Lane. This was the kind of love that made me over protective of them, always want to do things with said person, go to them for advice on anything and everything, and made me willing to do anything for them even if it meant my own death. To me, Lane was that guy. He was the one I wouldn't hesitate going on a killing spree with, would never second guess his actions; I'd fallow him to hell and back even if it was only for his own personal gain.

The moment Lane was pulled back and fell, a bloodthirsty snarl escaped me. I quickly rocked forward onto my feet, ready to spring and pull Lane back, but the damn Peacekeepers were too fast. Within seconds he's gone, leaving his last confession still hanging in the air: I love you. I always will.

..... no.....

No.

Fucking hell, no!

I lunged forward, throwing every ounce of my two hundred and something pound body at the iron bars, trying against every law of physics to get the door open. A shock wave went through me and shook my very core as the bars rattled but remained in place. I wasn't going to let them take my brother away -- no way in fucking hell I was going to let that happen. They were not going to interrogate him or torture him or whatever the hell it is that they do back there. I took a few staggering steps back and launched myself at the bars again, slamming my entire side against the iron.

"Lane!"

Damn it all -- damn it all straight to hell. Whatever it was they were going to do to him, I couldn't stop it; no matter how many times I tried breaking the door down, it was futile. The bars were only breaking my shoulder with every attempt and Lane had already disappeared. I couldn't make it past the cell door -- what made me think I could get my brother back? I loved him, that's why; I had thought I could take on everyone in my path if it meant keeping him from being "interrogated", or whatever it is they do.

I leaned heavily against the iron rods, eyes shut tightly against the white hot throbbing pain in my shoulder. It was useless -- I was trapped in this damn cell with nowhere to go. Why hadn't I been faster? I could've wrung those Peacekeeper's necks if only I had been quicker. Lane wouldn't be where he is now; we'd be escaping, either taking off into the forest or causing a prisoner revolt. That wasn't the case, though. If I hadn't asked Lane to go out on that dinner date, neither of us would be here.

I slid down the bars and sat on the cold ground, slamming my head sideways against the rods in an attempt to knock myself out again. My eyes were shut tightly as the anger and guilt were swelling up to massive proportions inside of me and I willed myself not to cry. There was nothing I could do as an outlet other than harming myself, so what was I supposed to to? The back of my eyes stung as hot, salty tears welled and began slowly streaking down my face. No, I shouldn't cry -- but when I was this agonizingly frustrated, I couldn't help it. I set my jaw and growled curses under my wavering breath, slamming my head against the bars a few more times before I just fell limp against the door, eyes still shut tightly against the flow of tears that kept coming.

"I love you, too, Lane."

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