…In the Dark… {Morgana} (finished)

Merlot Pinot Noir

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Merlot was quite surprised when he saw that Enigma sat down in that chair without being forced to, he even grabbed the handle of the whip that was laying on the table. But he put it down quickly, there was no need to be afraid of this girl, she would not even try to attack him if she knew what was good for her. Quickly though, Merlot moved from his relaxing position to buckle Enigma's legs to the chair. After completing the standard of preventing the detainee from being able to move around, Merlot put her hands in a strap on the table, locking it so she could not move. Before the girl could speak her mind about these procedures, Merlot said, "Just procedural steps, nothing major. Your not being hurt... yet. Before we get into this though, I'll let you know that you can do this the hard way or the easy way." Most choose the hard way Merlot added onto the end of those words in his head.

He always wondered why people were so willing to sacrifice their physical wellbeing to not say a few words. Would it not be easier to just say those simple words that the Peacekeepers were looking for. Then again, these people were criminals, so why would they want to do anything the way the law wants them to. Absolute idiots, they have to break the law and then be difficult about it. Their actions are their choice anyways, Merlot thought. He almost liked the people who broke the law though, they made his days interesting. Though normally he would not want to have anything to do, it was nice to be able to beat up a few people from time to time in this hell hole of a place.

Despite the fact that Merlot was a righty, he picked up the whip that lay on the table with his left hand. Looking up, he noticed some blunt blunt metal weapons that he could not quite recall the names of. He also saw a meteor hammer, quite the vicious looking thing, but Merlot decided that he would save it for later. Only to be used if Enigma was disagreeable. He ran his right hand over the whip, it felt coarse, just the way that he wanted it to be. Merlot took a swing with it, there was a loud crack, yet he put it down. There was no way that he could use the whip effectively with the detainee sitting in a chair. Instead, Merlot walked over to one of the walls before taking a metal pipe off of it.

Leisurely making his way over to Enigma, Merlot wondered why she seemed so calm right now. From what he had heard, people usually are freaking out at this point. Most would be screaming, pleading, but she seemed... fine, this seemed odd to Merlot. This was nothing like he expected, he expected a fight, movement at least. The room appeared almost eerie due to the silence. Since he could not see his feet the only thing that appeared to be moving was his fat, which would be quite the embarrassment if Merlot actually cared about the way that he looked.

Standing right in front of Enigma Merlot put his hand underneath her face. He felt the clear skin that she had, it felt almost soft. He planned on being as nice to this girl as she allowed him to be. Slowly sliding his hand out from underneath her chin Merlot finished contact with Enigma by giving her a playful slap on the cheek. Merlot then said, "We wouldn't want a pretty face like yours to get hurt, would we, so just do what is best and answer my questions without a fight. Please... so me stop with the small talk, I know what you did, treasonous speech, but why? Why would you speak out against the Capitol in an inciting way?" Merlot really did not want to have to beat answers out of her, but if he had to, he would.

Merlot Pinot Noir

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Merlot felt like he was growing soft to this girl. He was even becoming somewhat interested in this girls history. '...I wanted to come here.... I thought I was to blame for Lainey's death'. Those words surprised Merlot the most, who the would want to come here. This is the last place that anyone should want to be, yet she wants to. Merlot wanted to be angry at her for not answering his question, yet he could not come to his senses to beat her. He wanted to know more about this Lainey. Who was she, how did she die, why did they not give him these things in the reports that they give him.

Merlot let out a sigh, he was quite frustrated with this situation. He should be doing his job but his curiosity would not let him. He wanted to hit her but he felt like he would get nothing out of her then. Merlot wanted many things, but nothing would come if he did not act. He sat down on the table in between the girls two arms pushing the pole down on her two wrists. He didn't want to hurt Enigma, but he really did not have much of a choice, it was mandatory for him to be somewhat violent. Maybe this pressure would be enough of a sign that he was in charge, for the cameras at least.

He really did not know what to ask, clearly this what a distressing topic for Enigma, but yet Merlot could not allow her to control his emotions. He was the one that would have to be in control today, not anyone else. He grunted, Enigma could probably hear him, yet he did not care. "I get that you were upset. But one, how did you even know about this place? Did someone else who you might know from a rebellion tell you about this? Also though, how did Lainey die and why was it your fault?" The best he could do was keep this friendly control on Enigma. Once she gave him any information though, he would strike like a lion. Well, figuratively at least.

Merlot Pinot Noir

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Merlot's attempt at being nice to get things out of Enigma was clearly not working. It frustrated him, the way that she could go from being so helpful to being not helpful at all. The only thing that was helpful at all was that she said she had sources. Now Merlot had to find out who in the world were these sources.It took quite a bit of effort for Merlot to keep his cool. He honestly was becoming frustrated with this girl, he was so nice to her, yet she gave him nothing. Honestly, he thought that he might have been able to get out of this interrogation without breaking any bones. He was wrong.

Any care that Merlot had about Lainey was now gone, though somewhere in his mind he now was remembering a tribute. But then how could Enigma blame herself for her sisters death when she was not even there. District folk confused Merlot, they did not have any of the values that the people of the Capitol had. Still, the time for thinking about these things was later, for now he had an interrogation to finish. "Sources, what sources? Are they attempting to start a rebellion too?" Merlot was screaming as he said this and he continued, "And I do not give a shit about Lainey! And NO, you WILL NOT BE beat because of her, you will be beat because of your lack to answer my questions!"

Merlot stood up grabbing the metal pipe that was laying on the table. The games were over as far as he was concerned. This girl had a chance to save herself from pain, more of a chance then anyone else probably got before, ever, yet she would not comply with his demands. Merlot then brought the pipe down onto her left arm with all the force in his arm. He did not break anything, he could tell by the fact that there was no sound, but he undoubtable caused pain. Merlot then did something spontaneous, probably something never done before. He unstrapped both of Enigma's legs from the chair. This probably was not a smart move, but he was content with it. Merlot continued to unstrap the girls right arm from the table. He cared about his health though, so he left the girl's one arm strapped to the table, after all, he did not want to get hurt either.

Merlot pulled the chair out from under the girls body, causing her to lose balance. "Get up! Show some strength!" The girl did not comply, Merlot grabbed her by the waist and forced her to stand back up. Then, in one fluid motion Merlot brought the pipe in a swinging motion into Enigma's lower back. She crumpled onto the table. Tossing the pipe at the wall, causing some of the other weapons to fall, Merlot turned the girl over and grabbed her by the shirt collar. He brought the girls face so close to his that his beard was brushing her chin as he spoke, "If your so tough fight back! What you've felt already is nothing compared to what you'll get! FIGHT BACK!" Merlot really had lost all of his patients with Enigma, his attempts to be nice had failed, now he had no cares for this girls health.

Merlot Pinot Noir

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Every single thing that Merlot tried to do to help this girl out clearly was not working. She probably wanted to die, well, Merlot knew she wanted to die, she said it after all. Unfortunately though, Merlot could not comply with this wish, his orders were to keep this girl alive, and sadly, he had to follow orders. Even with his growing hate for Enigma, Merlot had to keep his composure. Loosing his cool would not exactly look good, yet doing nothing would look even worse. Merlot was stuck on a tightrope, acting to far one way would be awful for his chances to rise in the ranks of Peacekeepers.

"If you really want to get hurt, then so be it." Merlot walked over towards the pile of weapons on the floor picking up a meteor hammer. He found it quite a violent looking weapon, two heads of a hammer on a chain could do quite a bit of damage, Merlot was sure of that. Taking his time to walk back over to the girl he was interrogating, he noticed that she was not struggling against the rope at all. Maybe she was telling the truth when she said that she wanted to be hurt. Merlot decided to stop thinking about these questions and to just do whatever he wanted.

Getting over to Enigma Merlot took his hand and brought it against Enigma's face, he had no care for what she felt anymore. Trying to inflict as much damage as possible, Merlot took the meteor hammer and swung down at the arm still on the table. With the metal of the hammer meeting the flesh of Enigma Merlot could swear that he heard a slight crack. Most likely a fracture because the bone was not disfigured in anyway. The girl obviously felt pain at the moment, but Merlot did not want to stop. Waving the meteor hammer in the air like a total idiot, Merlot walked over to the back of the detainee. Swinging the hammer down at the girls back he saw her crumple down to the floor, clearly in pain. This was how an interrogation was supposed to go, or at least that is what Merlot assumed.

Merlot Pinot Noir

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Merlot found it quite odd that Enigma kept changing moods on him, it would almost appear to an outside viewer that she was the one in control. But that would be wrong, Merlot was the Peacekeeper, he had to be the one in control of not only this situation, but every situation in daily life. That is what Merlot remembered that they taught him in training at least. Thankfully nobody was viewing this through the one way mirror wall, if they were they would clearly see that Merlot could not handle this 'Enigma' in the least. Maybe he was not cut out to be a Peacekeeper after all. Merlot did not let these thoughts trouble him though, he clearly was a fine keeper of the peace.

Yet even with the half-hearted reassurance that Merlot had just given himself, he still doubted somewhere in his subconscious that the girl he was looking at right now had control over his actions at this moment. He wanted to beat her right now yet the look on her face made him think otherwise, he saw some good in it, he saw someone who understood that they had performed wrongdoings. His training instructor would be yelling at him right now to beat Enigma, yet his heart was telling him not to do it. Why is it that I get the hardest interrogation for my first time, Merlot thought to himself. He wondered if the head of his department wanted him to fail. That probably was not true, the Capitol clearly wanted the people they sent here punished. But if nobody was out to get him, why did they give Merlot this enigma of a girl.

Being in the room with this girl was like torture to Merlot, he wanted out. The way that she made his mind race to things that he never would have thought worried him. He did not want to deal with his still somewhat intoxicated mind questioning the whole system that he has known his whole life. He beat this detainee well enough for it to not look like he was soft, and clearly got all the answers out of her that he could get, now she was asking a question though. He wondered why a detainee would follow up their answers with questions. He would answer it, no doubt, he did not want to deal with this enigma any longer.

"Am I happy with it for an answer? No, I am not. It was not what I wanted to hear, but sadly you clearly were not part of a rebellion. Please take Enigma Lane back to her cell now."

With those final words a Peacekeeper that Merlot did not quite recognize brought Enigma out of the room through the sliding door. Merlot did not hear her fight back, which was quite surprising to he. Never again would Merlot be nice to a detainee in any interrogation, clearly it did not work. All that Merlot wanted to do at this moment was drown his sorrows in wine, but he knew that would have to wait. The only thing that he found quite satisfactory about at that moment was that he was done seeing and speaking to Enigma Lane. Actually, he was quite overjoyed with that fact and his lips twitched into a small, almost unnoticeable smile before they quickly returned to their normal state.