[5] Prison

[Android-18]

What the hell? What the HELL? How many times did she have to scream this to herself? How many games were going to be played upon her? The android screamed inside, this whole thing was a mess! Clues?! What fucking clues!? She felt her body fall down, her knees touch the ground, her eyes wide with utter contempt. Bloody games, god damn games. She raised her hands to cradle the sides of her head. Golden threads of hair became snarled and entangled between her clasping digits. A single drop of sweat inched itself down her dirt covered brow. It dropped free and spiraled toward the concrete ground only to splatter into nothing but a drop of wetness. God damn it. She shook, as if something in her was being contained. Anger? Hatred? Frustration? Her wide blue eyes simply bore into the cold, cold floor. Too many times she had been caged up, locked up, like some animal, some helpless bird. The closeness of the cell, the bodies, the existence. She closed her eyes tightly. Two thin tears squeezed out from beneath the lashes, sliding downward, hot against her skin. They fell as like the drop of sweat, sparkling with their short life ending as nothing but mere smudges against the ground.

What had happened out there? Why won?t he say anything? Had he forgotten? Her eyes snapped open and watched as the Saiya-Jin argued with some other girl. Yeah, some other girl. She knew her, but didn?t care. She was just a mouthy brat, spoiled and rude. But he was out there, arguing about some bullshit, while she sat here in a pile of confusion. The android bit down on part of her lower lip. Her cold eyes taking them in, absorbing them in, blocking out the cluttering noise, it was endless. Her curled fingers pressed against her scalp. Did he ignore what had happened? Did he think it was a dream? Was it? Another game? Stop with the damn games! Her eyes misted over, clouded her vision. She tasted blood, unclenched her jaw, and looked to the floor. Maybe it was a dream, but if it wasn?t?why? How had it happened? She didn?t know that, she had no ability?She loosened her grip on her hair; the long strands fell into her face. Answers, that?s all she wanted. Her hands slowly lowered and she straightened from her position close to the ground.

By now he was back with that man, the sick man, the one who abused his body with gross substances. Smoking, ugh, stupid. She felt her gaze harden as her companion, her friend, her?love? Whatever he was, he abused his body. They enjoyed it, those harmful things, that awful smoke. The smell touched her nostrils, made her stomach turn. She stared at them, at him, and wondered. Why didn?t he even wave? Make sure she was ok? Talk about what had happened? Her fists tightened without thinking. She felt her nails dig into her flesh. Another cell, another situation. Everyone was here, all those who had survived. Why here? Why now? What about the clues? Fucking clues, clues my ass. It was some damn rat race; the damn bastard was playing mind games on them. The android turned fully toward her companions. Move, she had to move. Just move, move. She forced her left foot forward. Looked up, toward them, and moved again. It only took a few steps, hardly anything. She looked up at him, as if time was nonexistent. A nonchalant look on him, enjoying his awful cigar, enjoying the other mans company, taking a break. Her fists clenched.

?Rad?? She started. Softly, too softly. Her cool gaze touched the ground to the left, away from them. She grabbed her left arm with her right hand, her arm covering just below her chest. ?Raditzu.? She said again, firmer, better. Her eyes trailed upward, his height made her feel numb. ?Um?Ah.? She stopped, why bother? If he had wanted to talk about what had happened before they had come here, he would have, right? Too late. He looked down at her, dumbfounded. His eyes showed thought, was that it? She stared at him like some lost thing, some annoying child. ?Nothing?? Yeah, that was it. The android turned, even if he did try to stop her, she didn?t turn back. She ignored the stunned looks as she pushed through everyone, even the ones who seemed to be grieving over some loss.

?Let me out!!? White hands reached out, the end was in sight, and the sounds were nonexistent to her ears. She grabbed the glowing bars that held them in. Her fragile hands gripped them with such power, but only a fool would bother to touch the damn things. Her scream pierced through the cell, the room, the halls, the building. It tore through her like some captured prey, some sorrowful beast. The pain shook through her, pulsed through her hands and flowed through her arms. The bars were meant to keep them in, indefinitely. Why? Why? Why!? She let go as her body shook uncontrollably. Tears flowed without stopping down her cheeks. Her hands burned, twitched, hung limply at her sides. ?Let me out?? A pitiful sob sounded from her parted lips. She felt eyes on her back, heard whispered from behind. Who cares? She knew this would happen. She fell to the floor and huddled against the wall near the horrid bars that held them captive. ?Let me out?? Again, but no one would listen. Brim, what a bastard.