Dark Turn
Meanwhile somewhere underground Fort Salem.
She had awakened to pitch blackness. No, lights. No, warmth and with most of her uniform have been removed. Her wrists and ankles chained to the chair, red raw from punched around. That she was sitting on. After the first hours. She knows a few things; one she was under Fort Salem. Every witch with or without realising could feel the mother. Nerco’s like herself are more connected to the earth. Or in other words connected to the mother. A giant mushroom, that the mother uses as a veil. And the other think, that General Sarah Alder herself know about her. With her trusted Sargent. Quartermain. The last few days there have tried again and again to get inside her head with no luck. Which only seemed to anger Alder.
She didn’t know want time it was. Or really how many days she had been down here. The days and night become one long event. With no window to see, the walls to thick to hear. Even when the door is open. She knows from that she was in deep, or some kind of work was at play. Door slid open, pulling out of her thinking. Without a word Quartermain walked in and shut the door closed. And sat down on a simpler metal chair opposite her.
“we know your spree.”
Scylla held her tongue, allowing her to speak more if she wished.
“what I don’t get, what was your involvement with the attack on the Bellweather’s wedding. And how much Collar has to do with any of this”.
Finally, Scylla spoke up, “Raelle had nothing to do with the spree, she doesn’t even know I am spree.”
“doesn’t mean she wasn’t involved somehow”.
“leave her alone”.
“why, your spree. Murders of Civilians and know Witches”.
“we don’t kill our kind, unlike the “perfect” military. That send witches to die every day, for what. We are still slaves to taught that what us dead.”
“is that what you believe”.
She straighter herself up a bit as best she could, her neck brace actually helping her sit straighten up.
“that want I know.”
With a heavy sigh rose to her feet. Slowly removed her jacket while dragging the chair away to the far wall that she could barely see. And place her jack across the sit. Turned to her and flip on the surrounding lights blinding Scylla painfully. She rolled up her sleeves without Scylla seeing her.
She didn’t hear her leave. After a few minutes her eyes adjusted to the light. Still too bright for her likeness. But there still inside her room, her cell. Was Quartermain, with her sleeves rolled up and what looked like padded gloves but only a little. Just enough not to hurt your knuckles after a few hits.
“let’s find out what more you know”.
“I already told you everything. You guys just don’t like my answers”.
“your spree, the enemy. I know there was something about you I didn’t like. And why would I believe anything you say”.
“then I guess, we are at an impasse.”
“I guess so.”
With that walked over to her and without warning punched Scylla across her face.
“you’re going to tell me everything one way or the other. And if that doesn’t work, then I bring Raelle here to see you, the real you”.
Before could process the punch or what she had said she was receiving other. This time a body shot. Leaving her breathless. She could tell this wasn’t going to be short, she was determined to break her. Like everyone else. At least her punches were a little weaker than her handler, just her luck, she thought.