I couldn't think or feel as I basically rocked back in forth in the cold cell, I don't understand why it's so cold and where we even are.  Poison curled up beside me, completely silent besides his skinny jeans groaning at every attempt to curl further. Ghouls jacket clutched in hand. Frank had laid his head against the glass cell wall, uncomfortable, but then again Frank wouldn't know uncomfortable. They hit his factory reset button, before the wars, before Better Living. I looked a Poisons sleeping figure, everything crashed down. Poison barely slept, but he doesn't have shifts anymore, he's caught by the only thing he was fighting there's no need to look over his shoulder anymore. He was dirty, like I was looking at him in a new light, his skin dark in places from dirt and years without a proper shower. His red hair was grown out his roots, his natural color taking over. Stubble growing out and smile lines. Beneath his eyes sunken in and crows feet formed, the back of his forearms covered in radiation blisters from the desert sun and the thin o-zone. He was..

tired

worn

defeated

This was my fault, I should have never came here. I should have moved in the line of fire when I ran and died. People from another life wouldn't have been hurt if I never came back, if I never survived. My skin bled as I picked at it. Frank stirred in his sleep, his head hitting the glass again, with a slight thud he pulled his knees close. Franks hair was highlighted grey, stress and age, no matter how far they ran they couldn't outrun time. His shirt faded and turning grey along with him. How old is Grace? How old are they? Why are the other Killjoys gone? If I kept thinking I would go insane. Slowly I got up and looked down at the red jacket, I slid it off covering Poison; he stirred slightly. I stormed over to the entranced of the glass paned prison, "I'm ready to comply" the tone of my voice sounding robotic, I stared directly into the camera. "What the hell.." Poison groaned as he slowly lifted himself up, noticing Kobras jacket draped over him. He pushed himself up, letting it hit the ground with a thud; "What are you doing?" he said in a heartbreaking tone. The cell door swung open, a Drac standing in the doorway. I looked at Poison and over towards the sleeping figure of Frank, I've been through everything with them and I can't even remember it. With tears in my eyes I walked towards the doorway, Poison lunged at me grabbing my wrist and staring in my eyes. He saw my tears and he started to cry too, my face was stone, unmoving. "I'm sorry I came back" I mouthed at him, he reached up and pulled me into a hug; "Please just stay" he cried into my shoulder, I simply said "I can't" as I pulled away from him. The Drac yelled, muffled through their mask, "COME ON" I walked to him, he shut the door on Poison as he watched the Drac pulled my arms behind me harshly, "BE CAREFUL WITH HER" I hear Poison yell at them. The Drac wrapped the cold, metal cuffs around my wrists; I'm not sure what held them together but the material holding the cuffs together was flexible. I could stretch my arms apart but it always snapped back. They escort me out of the room and out of Poisons sight, I heard banging as we walked further down the white corridor, "hey hey it's ok, calm down you're going to pass out" I heard Gh- Frank calling loudly at him.

"I'm glad you came to your senses, you could help us more as a member of Better Living than a Killjoy" the black haired woman twirled in her office chair. She in  sported an ear-length bob, she smoothed her collar as she talked. "I'm the director of Better Living, and the one who gave you that little chip— right" she took her pointer and placed it to her temple "here".  She slowly got up from the desk, the Drac loosened my cuffs, sliding them off. The woman strutted over and took my  dirty hand into her small petite hand. "You get a shower, and change, we'll talk some more" she looked me in the eyes as she put my hand into the hand of another woman. The woman's hair was cut the exact same but hers was strawberry blonde, the white dress she wore hugged her thighs right above her knees. "Please follow me" she dropped my hand and walked to the door, she swipes a clear card into the import system of the door. She gestured towards me to follow her, I was sweating, I could feel the grime slowly wash off my forehead.

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