"You don't have to say anything, just kill yourself and put us all out of our misery!"

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"How did you escape?" Blue stared into my eyes without blinking for minutes, only inches from my face. I uncomfortably shifted in the chair, my hands cuffed behind my back.

"I- I told you, I don't remember! I was unconscious! You kept me in isolation for two weeks," I said the last sentence in whisper, trying to escape the grip that was too tight for me.

"Walters, I know you have hyperthymesia. It's simply not possible for you to not remember it."

"But, I don't! I was dehydrated and hungry," I tried to convince him, knowing he would kill Geode and Laila for helping us if he knew they came in here.

I learned two things about Blue - he hates criminals and he hates sneaky criminals. And Geode has been one of the most wanted man in the country, also Detective Conan's sworn enemy. If I knew anything about friendships, it's loyalty. They helped us when they didn't had to and the least I could do is keep my mouth shut.

Blue wouldn't just kill Geode and Laila for helping us, he would kill me, Emrys and whoever had anything to do with it.

"Okay, then we'll ask Jesus Sanders," he looked at the ceiling as if he was thinking and then back at me with an evil grin. "Oh, wait, I can't. He's dead."

I stared into his eyes for a while as tears ran down my cheeks. He scanned me cautiously as I felt rage growing inside of me. Jesus' face flashed before my eyes, his childish grin taking me back to the times when we'd only just met and everything seemed simpler than it does now. When Blue laughed was the moment when I lost my shit and started screaming into his face like a maniac, which is how I felt for the past couple of days.

Blue put me in separated wing for dangerous criminals who threatened the public, but I haven't seen Emrys for days, which makes me question if he's even alive. The anticipation has been eating me alive, I've went through ten thousand possible scenarios of what could've happened to him and neither of them ends good.

Most of the time I spent remembering the last moments of Jesus' life, when we were happy. When we confessed our love to each other. I hated myself for not being able to save him or give him what he deserved - a happy, healthy life.

I could only imagine what would it be like if we weren't fugitives and had a normal, teenage relationship. We could've gotten married or even had kids in the future. He could've been alive.

"You are a monster!" I cried out into his face, trying to escape the handcuffs so I could strangle him with them, even though I knew I had no chance to succeeding. "He had the entire life in front of him, he was only seventeen!"

"The entire life of what exactly? Once a criminal, always a criminal. You can't escape your true nature, so this is the safest solution for everyone. Honestly, if I had a chance to shoot at him, I would and I wouldn't miss his heart."

I stopped shaking and yelling and I just stared at him, trying to figure out if he's serious. How can a grown ass man think so violently and irracionaly, like he didn't have the entire life to learn what compassion is? Just as I was about to bite his ear off in Canny style, a knock interrupted our intense interrogation session. Both of our heads snapped towards the source of the knock when a boy with bright blue eyes and light, brown hair appeared behind them.

"Fath- Warden White," the boy cleared his throat. "Walters needs to go back to her cell," he told Blue, looking at the floor uncomfortably. I squinted at the boy, remembering his face from my first day here. He was the boy who admitted me at the gates, the one who looked way too young to be working at this place.

"Fine, take her," he told him, grabbing ny arms and throwing me at him while still cuffed. "She's of no use anyways."

The boy took me under arm, walking me towards my cell. I guess the reason why I haven't seen him since that day was because he worked at the East Wing, which was off limits to everyone except guards and staff.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" I whispered when we got out of Blue's office. He glanced at me then back in front of himself, giving me the slightest nod to continue.

"Is Emrys okay? Emrys Chadwick," I added.

"Chadwick is being transferred to the cell next to yours," his reply was simple and dry, almost as if he was afraid of getting caught talking to me.

Unlike our old cells, which were made out of four visible walls, cells at the East Wing had nothing but bars surrounding them, making my every move noticeable to the publich 24/7. It was not an attracive idea, but the fact that I'll be able to talk to Emrys while cuffed in my cell is making it more bearable.

"How did his operation go?" I asked the boy, who looked way too uncomfortable when I'd say something. "Is he healed?"

"Chadwick is okay, now stop talking to me if you don't want to jeopardize this mission," he whispered loud enough for me to hear it as he opened big metal doors that led to East Wing.

I furrowed my eyebrows and when I opened my mouth, he tightened the grip around my arm, gesturing me to stop asking questions.

Dozen of cells were lined one after another with underage prisoners inside of them, mostly male. Couple of them whistled and the others clapped when I'd walk by their cell, loooing at me like I was a meal. Once I got a good look around, I realized I was indeed the only girl in here.

God, these guys weren't praising me for running off and escaping Blue, they were just horny teenagers.

When we came to my cell, boy opened the doors, throwing me inside and locking them. I sat on the floor and looked at the cell on my right, which was still empty.

Although I wanted to stay awake until I saw Emrys and convinced myself he was okay, my eyes slowly closed shut and I was unable to force myself away from sleep. In a matter of seconds, my head leaned on the metal bench and I sunk to sleep.

"Brandy!" I felt a poke through my ribs, immediately bolting straight. I looked to my right where Emrys' pale face stared at me through bars, his hands cuffed like mine. His right leg was wrapped up in a bandage and his hair started growing a bit longer since the first time I saw him. His eyes looked rested, like he got hundreds nights of sleep in these couple of days of us being apart, which is probably because he was on so much medication, he was knocked out 99% of the time.

"Are you not going to ask me how am I?" he grinned, his childish attitude rising to surface. I've missed his appearance, the way his smile brightened the room and his stupid jokes that only made me laugh because of the way he'd tell them.

"I'm just glad to see you back, I feel like I'm going insane."

"Well, you probably are. Fun fact - 80% of prisoners go crazy while being held in their cells."

I furrowed my eyebrows, nudging to my right. "Where did you read that?"

"I didn't, I just made it up," his smile actually brightened the room and made me laugh, even though I haven't laughed in days.

Then, just as fast as he smiled, he got serious which is something you don't see often - Emrys being serious. His eyes were now pure black and his deathly face features scared me. Shadows fell sharply on his face, carving it in a intimidating Greek statue.

"Emrys?" I called him quietly, trying to figure what's going on when it popped to my head - his personalities just switched. I cursed under my breath, sitting straight and closing the distance between us. "Emrys, can you hear me? Please, say something"

"Do you know why is Jesus dead?" his voice scared me, but the question he asked shocked me. Why in the world would he ask that? We both clearly saw what'd happened to him.

"Why?" I whispered, afraid he'd do something if I don't answer his question. He smiled, which was different from his earlier, genuine smile. This one was psychopathic and nothing good could come out of it. It was obvious he wasn't the same as two seconds ago, which only meant he could become dangerous if he loses his temper and Blue could put him in isolation. I can't afford to lose him.

"Because of you," he spit his words like poison, stinging my heart. "If you'd never kissed Atlas and got yourself caught, we could've planned our runaway in more detail. If you never even came here, we would run and never get caught."

"Emrys, I understand you're hurt right now and aren't exactly yourself, so I won't take your words seriously," I told him, to which he laughed like it was the funniest joke ever.

"But am I wrong?" he asked me dead serious, scanning my face. "Having a girl in the gang was never a good idea, especially someone like you who couldn't keep her emotions to herself. I mean, what were you thinking? Did you actually think you could get away with having two boyfriends? Look what you've done now! One of them is dead and the other one may be too! And two of us? We will be held here forever, tortured by Blue's death threats and shock therapies."

I stared at him with no emotions whatsoever, absorbing his words like a sponge. He's right, it's all my fault - it always has been. The troubles started when I joined the gang and now we are seperated, not knowing if anyone was even alive. If they were alive, they would've been brought here, in the East Wing.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my eyes filling up with tears, which happened often since I came back. Only this time it was different, I cried because of the guilt that I wasn't aware of earlier.

It all makes sense now, I am the reason why Atlas and I were thrown into isolation and why the boys started fighting more. It was all because of me.

"Do you think your lame apology can fix what has happened? Do you think you can bring Jesus back to life or gather us all back together with an apology?"

"I don't know what else to say!" I screamed into his face as his emotionless gaze rested on me. Is it possible for someone to look dead even if they were very much alive?

"You don't have to say anything, just kill yourself and put us all out of our misery!"

"Hey, leave the girl alone," an unfamiliar voice tangled in, snapping our attention to him. I looked to my left, where one of the prisoners closely listened to our conversation while sitting in the shadows.

"Who the fuck are you?" Emrys asked him, his tone saying "Who gave you the right to talk to me?".

"I'm Willie," he introduced himself, although Emrys' question was only rethorical. He didn't care about his name or who he was, he just wanted to torture me and to be honest, I deserved it. He was right about everything, I am the reason Jesus was dead.

"Okay, Willie, please fuck off," Emrys brushed him off, flashing him a lunatic smile.

"I can't really go anywhere if you didn't notice and I realized you were bothering the girl," he told him determined, looking at me then at Emrys. "You should stop it."

"Brandy," I whispered, looking at Willie. "My name is Brandy."

When he smiled was the moment when I realized how truly beautiful he was. His perfect white teeth complimented the black eyes that sparked with confidence. His dark brown, almost black hair was falling on his forehead in tiny curls as the sleevless T-shirt revealed dozens of tattoos that covered his body.

"Brandy," he repeated, my name rolling off his tongue perfectly, making me speechless. His eyes restlessly remained on me, which only made it seem as if he never saw a girl before, which I doubted. With the ease he talked to me earlier, I knew he had experience with flirting and dating, just as Geode did. On the other hand, I thought it had to come naturally, for someone to be such a flirt.

"Oh, you don't want to catch feelings for this one," Emrys broke the silence, chuckling sarcastically.

"What's wrong with her?" Willie asked, although it was visible that he didn't care about the answer, he just wanted to get rid off Emrys.

"She's a killer," he replied almost instantly, his eyes glaring at me with hatred I've never experienced before. I swallowed a lump, feeling extremely uncomfortable with how this situation turned out. I thought I finally made a friend who would make it easier to cope while being locked when Emrys ruined it.

"Aren't we all killers?" Willie simply said, flashing me a reassuring smile.

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