Sequel

It took like a whole of ten minutes to write most of this. I had fun.

The screaming part was likely my favourite part.

It's kind of quick and kind of short bits but it is amusing and I'm tired and such. Maybe update tomorrow morning. Maybe.

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Rel snapped out of his coma like sleep and came into a sitting position just as two guards entered the infirmary and looked right at him. The man stumbled over his memories to try to put them all into the right places as he realised… that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

They were putting him back in the general population.

They waited until he dressed, then they slapped the damned shackles on him, one of them muttering something about it being for show, and they escorted him out. And down a hall and down a hall and…

The third hallway that he didn’t recognise, Rel went cold. He had no idea where they were taking him. Into the courtyard where the buses dropped off the new prisoners. Rel frowned and looked around.

And the huge collection of journalists pressing against the chain link fence, screaming questions. Cameras snapped, things flashed and news cameras recorded it all. Rel’s frown deepened. He looked at one guard, then the other.

“What the… am I being executed?”

“Somethin’ like that.” the guard responded.

“Don’t tell me. The program actually has a use for me?”

“I don’t know. I was just told that your execution slip has been signed and you are to get into the vehicle and go with the military men.”

Rel sighed out loudly, “alright.”

With some help from the guards he hobbled into the back of a large van and sat between two military men who looked gruff and stern. Across from him sat a man with speckled gray hair and brown eyes. Wide at the shoulders, tall even sitting down. This was a military man.

The doors closed and the transport vehicle lurched to a start.

The man glared at Rel.

“My name is Samuel Koln.”

“That’s nice dear,” Rel muttered.

“I work in the program, with the Sidhe.”

“That’s nice.”

“This is Essuan.”

Rel frowned, “what is-”

A female dropped into his lap. Rel screamed, held his hands up for the feeble protection they would offer him against a Sidhe and when she batted his hands away he batted at her hands. What ended up happening was a batting war. The female won, yanking Rel’s shackled hands to the side.

She sniffed his temple, his neck, licked his skin and huffed in his face.

Like a cat tasting the air.

“This is the part where if you are unacceptable, like the other four, you get killed,” Koln muttered.

Eyes blinked at him. The female stepped back and shrugged, walking gracefully to the other end of the transport despite the fact that the metal thing lurched down the road.

“Batshit fucker mega pot lucking dead kittens.”

“That’s a pass,” Koln muttered to the men on other side of Rel.

“My name is Palt,” one said, taking Rel’s arm, “I’m now your doctor for so long as you live. I’m going to take a blood sample.”

“The prison put one in my file,” Rel managed to say feebly.

“The prison doesn’t have our tech,” Palt responded, jabbing Rel with the needle as he drew blood, “any issues, you let me know.”

“I get that the program owns me and all, but isn’t it a good idea to tell me what’s going on before you drop me into some room with one of them? Only reason I’m here is to die, right? So whose going to kill me?”

“You’ll see,” Koln murmured, opening a file, “in good time. Your personality matches with Mik.”

“I highly doubt that, ow!” Rel growled at the doctor as he pulled the needle out of the vein, “I’m delicate, be careful. Don’t like it rough.”

“Is that your humour talking, or are you high?” Koln asked Rel.

“Fuck you, you bastard, I am on nothing but whatever they shot me full of in the infirmary while I was sleeping.”

“Illuvan fuck.”

“De-ian pig.”

At least that was out of the way. Rel pressed his lips into a thin line and tried to look at nothing in particular.

“I want my bible.”

“It’s in the bag,” Koln murmured, “that your lawyer will be bringing to you, should you survive. Now, should you not survive, we have promised him a pretty penny for the time he’s spent on your case.”

“He’s a public defender.”

“You never wondered at his visit times?” Koln flipped through the file, “Saturdays, weekends, late nights? Public defenders are those amazing creatures who get off right at five and have every weekend off. He wasn’t being paid to work your case, he did it out of the goodness of his heart.”

“Why the hell would a Rahluen do that?”

Koln looked at Rel for a long moment before looking down at the file, “Whisper save us all.”

“What?” Rel leaned forward, not certain he caught that.

“Whisper save us all,” Koln responded levelly.

It was a trick, it was a trap but Rel still walked right into it, “Whisper does not exist, it is a word the Sidhe are using to use you. Whisper died when the people broke their contract with the gods. Whisper would not be caught dead in the land of the living, not without the gods getting ready to murder us all in our sleep.”

“Are you calling him a liar?” Koln asked, looking up at Rel, “calling the man who pulled you out of prison a liar?”

“Let him take it up with Auhi,” the man on Rel’s left leaned forward, into the light, his eyes catching just enough of the light to flash as the man flashed a toothy grin. Light hair fell from under the military hat, catching the light and not reflecting a single ray.

“Sidhe.”

“Souse,” the male responded, “and you, Rel, are an amusing little kitten, but I will break your knees if you badmouth my Paw.”



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