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"Fuck." My body slid down the concrete wall as my knees folded in front of me. Looking down at the charcoal gray floor, I let the demise take over my being. I knew we were doomed. I , more than her, I thought. She wasn't the one they wanted. I'd never seen a Wanted picture with her face on it. I was the one Korse had been scowling the desert for, for years on end. Four and-a-half to be exact. I never thought I'd get captured like that. In the middle of serious business with a respectable female, who just so happened to be his daughter. Good job, Gerard...Party Poison...whoever the fuck I was-good job!

She sat on the cold steel bench adjacent to the wall I was sat up against. Just staring and sniffling, mostly. She hardly moved or spoke. Her fragile form trembled furiously as her dull eyes stared at the metal bars housing us in. The color of her tan skin was washed out. The only color left behind was the bruise made by the Drac who slapped her hard across the face in the lobby. She didn't seemed phased or hurt by it. She just took it like she was used to it.

I couldn't understand why she'd been so scared. She was his daughter. I could assure her that I was the one in turmoil here. Whatever he was going to do to me, was far worse than anything he'd do to her. Of course, she'd get a slap on the wrist for running away from Battery City and shacking-up with a Wanted Killjoy, but that was it. No torture chambers, dismemberment of limbs or even a wound from the blast of a raygun. She was practically going to be let off Scot-free. While I got the brutal punishment.

But there was something so odd about the whole thing. I mean, other than me totally getting to third with Korse's daughter; the Drac that had broken in first knew her. He knew her by her name. I didn't know what any of that was about. She didn't say anything about knowing any Dracs. Although, she did have a Drac gun. One of those could easily be recovered out on the desert plains. I had a gut feeling that something other than what I already knew had been going on.

I watched her intently as more tears flooded the entirety of her pale and purpled face.

"Desiree." I whispered. She didn't acknowledge me. She swallowed and then slowly gasped for air.

"I should've done it." She muttered quickly. Beginning to rock back and forth. Her feeble fingers picking at the frayed fabric on the knees of her jeans.

"Should've done what?" My hands were prone at my sides to ready raise myself up. She shook her head rapidly.

"I should've known he would find me if I ran away. I should've just ended it." She sniffled once more as I went to go sit beside her on the small bench. She was truly terrified. I was almost more afraid for her than myself. She hadn't exactly told me what she 'should've done' but I knew what she was hinting at.

"Dice, why didn't you just tell me when I asked?" For the first time in an hour she turned to me. With my arm carefully draped down her back she slid closer.

"I knew you wouldn't have given me a chance. Not even a second look." She brought her shaking hand up to my hair, pushing a few locks back. "I knew who you were the first time I saw you. I knew you had a plan and a way of avoiding any ways of getting captured. You stayed so far off of the radar for so long." Her voice cracked with fear and anxiety as the light in her eyes glimmered momentarily and then dimmed shortly after.

"I would have helped you, but I wouldn't have stopped for the night. That's what got us caught in the first place. They raid abandoned buildings and houses just to catch us. And now we've been captured and without a way of getting out." I felt slightly bad for making it seem like it was all her fault. "And killing yourself wouldn't have solved anything." Her eyes shot down to her knees.

"Joey was my fiancé." She blurted out suddenly. "My father insisted I'd marry him because he was the heir of a fortune that would further take care of BL/ind indefinitely. His father and...Korse merged businesses and gave BL/ind the Scarecrows. That was one side of their deal. He got new men to guard and capture any outlaws around the building or any of the zones, in exchange for a daughter in-law." She gripped the edge of the bench with the palm of her hands. "This was three years after my mother died, so I was already eighteen at the time. I just remember hearing how nice of a boy Joey was from my parents and considered dating, even though he'd been ten years older than me. But before I knew it, he just gave me away. Like some kind of consolation prize. All I was to him was his end of the deal."

"You guys have been together for six years. Why'd you run?" She continued looking ahead as she gave me a small smile.

"Joey was always known for being a charmer. A sweet and easy-going guy one hundred percent of the time, so I was told. But what they forgot to mention was that he was an angry drunk with a mean left-hook." She snarled a laugh. "A creep most of the time. Rarely was he ever nice to me or his daughter, for all that matter." She remained there, just shaking her head in disgust.

"Look," She stopped and turned her full gaze to mine. "I didn't mean to interrogate you, I just-" I was cut off by the abrupt pressure of her trembling lips on mine. She pulled away with her hand softly placed on my knee.

"Whatever it takes, I'll find a way for you out of here. You don't deserve to be in this situation." Our eyes were locked together. In her dimly lit, blue-green orbs, shined a small glimmer of hope for something good to come. Whether it be for her or me. I was delighted that there could be a way of escaping but I wouldn't feel right leaving without her.

"If we leave together, do you think we could finish where we left off?" I giggled with a sly smirk. Her eyes darted down as a wide smile spread across her face. Her head slowly rose as she was ready to reply when her eyes shot forward to the bars. Following her gaze, I saw a girl. She had to be about eight, her slender stature stood confident as her posture straight. Her curly sage-colored hair puffed around her small angelic face. Her light-blue eyes frowned at the two of us. She wore a red, white and black flannel with dark blue denim and red flats. Slowly she walked to the other end, in her hand she held a small gold chain.

"Jada..." Dice whispered. Her eyes were completely lit again. The girl, Jada, pressed the button on the wall next to where the bars started. A loud buzz met our ears as a click was made. She grabbed the first bar and slid it across. Her actions were still slow. She entered the room slamming the gate shut. Turning around she ran to Dice and buried her whole body into her form.

"Jada!" She whaled. Her head rest on the child's small shoulder. The child's face was hidden in the fabric of Dice's shirt. After a few minutes of embracing, Jada pulled away with a frown.

"What did you do?" In the stare of a eight year-old, Dice's composure grew weak and child-like. "You've made him angrier than he's ever been!"

"I ran. I had to. I found somewhere for us to stay and I was gonna come back for you but..." She was at a loss for words when Jada's disappointed expression never faltered.

"Now he's got you. How do you think you're making it out of this one? You know what he's gonna do to you!" Her voice was stern but sad at the same juncture. She must've been his daughter. They shared the same eye color and facial structure. Though, she didn't have that cold stare that her father held.

"I know Jada, sweetheart. But we have to find a way out. There has to be some way out." Jada shook her head fiercely.

"There is no way out. Especially for you!" Her head shot toward me in a sorrowful look. "I can't believe they caught you." I frowned slightly when she said that. I felt slightly less skilled, as well. "They have traps set just in case you do try to escape. There are SCARECROWS and Dracs at every exit and entrance. They are hidden in and along side the hallways and corners as well. If you make it out alive it would be by a long-shot." Dice and I exchanged panicked looks. If we weren't getting out, that essentially meant that I was going to die. I wasn't too sure what would happen to Dice but I was certain that our fates were of the same nature.

"I guess they'll be coming for us soon. Is that why they sent you?" Her wide eyes shot to mine by the sound of my voice.

"No. I snuck in here to warn you. But I don't doubt that soon they'll be on their way." She held out her hand to Dice. The hand that held the gold chain. Dice smiled and took it slowly.

"Where you did find this? I'd been looking for it for almost three months now." She slid the locket portion into her palm.

"He was keeping it where his guns are. I thought you should have it now." Dice nodded. Opening the locket a stray tear ran smoothly down her face.

"She wouldn't have let this happen." Closing the locket tight, footsteps began to approach from the west of where the cells were. Abruptly Dice gained her composure again.

"Jada, you should get out of here. I don't want you to be apart of anything that happens to us, okay?" She held her at arms length and then pulled her in a tight hug. "I love you, Jada. And I promise if we leave here, you're coming with us." She nodded and let go. She approached me with an uncertain expression that lingered on her face. Quickly she engulfed me in a tight hug.

"Thank you for keeping her safe for as long as you did." Her small voice choked.

"You're welcome. But you should know that she did a lot of that on her own." Jada smiled. "You stay brave."

"Same to you." She turned away and paced quickly out of the cell and down the hall. And as if on cue, following right behind her, were three Dracs, one who remained unmasked, and Korse himself. The two of us stopped breathing suddenly. Not at all prepared to meet the demise that stood in front of us.

One of the masked Dracs pressed the button and slid the gate open. At a quick pace the unmasked one walked into the room. Dice slightly coward expressionlessly on the bench as he approached her. Grabbing her arm and firmly dragging her off of the bench and onto the floor with a thud. Nothing left her mouth, not a small cry or a yelp. Two of the masked Dracs took one of my arms each and raised me off of the bench as Korse waited outside of the cell. He stared in anger, not at me, but at his daughter.

Walking out of the cell, I turned my head back to her just lying on the floor as he hovered over her with a power that was unable to be dismantled. He raised his arm and struck with a fist to her midsection. You could hear power of his fist collide with her skin as it moved around his fist. But still, nothing came out of her, not a whimper or a cry.

We approached a white steal door. Korse opened it as the two Dracs sat me down in a silver metal chair. I sat down as the chill ran through my legs. It wasn't much of an interrogation room but more of a room with a chair, long table, and huge television.

My hands were cuffed behind the chair by one of the Dracs. Korse sat up on the table in front of me as his feet happily dangled over the ground. In his hands he held a remote control, presumably to the television.

"Party Poison." He spoke in victory. It was true, he finally had me. I was caught.

"Korse." I spoke simply. Mildly unaffected by his "triumph".

"You know, I wish I would've caught you at a better time. Maybe somewhere in the dessert, where we would have a stand-off like in a Spaghetti Western." He sighed, his eyes displaced elsewhere. He positioned himself comfortable atop the the table. "But no. You were consummating with my only daughter."

"I didn't know she was your daughter." I retorted. He froze.

"That, I'm not concerned about. It's not like I love her. I didn't even want her. The only reason she wasn't aborted was because it would have made me look bad. I was an up and coming entrepreneur. I couldn't have that released and being a parent made me look trustworthy." He looked around the room with a smile. "It worked!" He giggled and shrugged.

"I see." Still unaffected. He frowned.

"I gotta give you credit, Mr. Way. I almost gave up on finding you. I was almost onto the next Killjoy when I heard you were spotted in a bar outside of Zone 6. And it was just a matter of time before I had you both in my hands." He reveled in a minute victory for about thirty seconds until he turned his full attention back to me. "So tell me how you guys met. I must say, under this cold exterior, I'm a sucker for a romance story. Begin." He commanded with a wide smile. I wasn't sure what was going to happen now. He seemed so pleased with catching me, it was almost as if he forgot to torture me.

"I was in the bar. She was in the bar. She needed a ride home. That's it." I had a plan. Stay detached. Remain unaffected. Until he got bored.

"You mean to tell me there wasn't a kiss? Any flowers or poems expressing your love for each other?" He exasperated.

"Nope." I answered simply with a sigh to follow.

"So I see she was just a minor notch on your bed post." I shrugged.

"Something like that..."

"Hmm." He turned around to the large flat screen television that hung on the wall. "You sure about that?"

"Yep." I raised my eyebrows in a careless fashion. He turned back to the television and pointed the remote to it. It turned on at once with over thirty feeds from the surveillance cameras around the facility. He highlighted a few boxes that contained the surveillance footage. Going to one in the middle, he selected it.

"Now this is a real love story." I looked up to the television to see that it was the cell we were in. There stood Desiree. A man's lifeless body lie on the ground in front of her. Korse's face hardened into anger. "No." Blood pooled out from under him as he lie there lifelessly. She remained looking down at him. And with what was in her hand, she began to hack away at his neck. Beheading the man she once called her fiancé. I watched in horror as I wasn't expecting this from someone so docile. At once, when she was finished, her eyes met the camera and she smiled. Rage filled Korse's face with blood. I smiled right back at her. He growled in panic. "We need men in there, now!" He screamed at the two Dracs who escorted me in. As if I had something to do with it, he turned his hateful gaze to me. I gave him a questionable look.

I turned back to the television as she was met with three more Dracs. Pulling the gun out of her dead fiancé's holster, she raised it to their faces and didn't hesitate to make a clear shot, right between the eyes. She stole the gun of another Drac and had them in both hands. The bright white light of the laser from the gun of a Drac shot out before the could even withdraw theirs.

"I bet you better go check that out. Looks like she's winning at least by eight to nothing." I laughed. Watching as she stood in the same place protecting herself the best way she could.

She was just as I thought she was. Gorgeous, sweet, intelligent and fucking nuts.