Chloe Deacon (chargedphase) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-04-16 12:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | chloe deacon, p: mena, p: mj, susan wright |
Who: Susan Wright & Chloe Deacon
What: Two more Supers on their way to Limbo
When: 14th April 2018
Where: En-route
Rating: PG-13
Prison had been an absolute joke, especially as by all rights the only crime that the United States of America had determined that Susan Wright had committed was being born the way that she was. She certainly hadn’t been one of the incitors nor a person who would actively seek to do harm if it could be avoided. She was a Super and immediately that was sufficient enough for her to be slammed into jail and to be slapped as a criminal. They’d made it out like it was a choice, but choice indicated that there was multiple options which in this case there wasn’t. It was prison or the Regiment, any sensible person would pick the option that might put them at odds with their principles but would allow them a modicum of freedom, and so Susan had.
And for that decision, she was given an implant in her neck and a bracelet slapped on her wrist before being bundled out of her cell and into the back of a prison transport bus. Not alone, mind. No, there was somebody else with her, a young woman, the very same that she had spoken to during their shared time in prison and knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was way too young to be incarcerated and shipped off to the Regiment.
It had definitely been hours since they’d left the prison and Susan was beginning to feel a stiffness in her neck that she rolled out though one of the guards gave her a funny look for doing it so she merely arched an eyebrow. “Can I help you?” He merely muttered something about “Supers” before he turned away and Susan just rolled her eyes, neanderthal, go figure.
She glanced over at the girl to her right. “Hey, you doing okay?”
Jail had, for Chloe, been the second most horrific experience of her life. Some of the people that she'd encountered were terrifying - murderers and criminals who had catcalled - and knowing that her family hadn't wanted to visit her in the hospital or at the prison had been more painful than she'd ever have thought possible. She understood why: she wouldn't have wanted to see her either, but it made it hurt no less.
She rubbed her hand across her eyes and looked over at Susie, shifting on the seat a little and she shrugged her shoulders. Was she doing okay? No, not really. She wanted to be back at home with her mom and dad. She wanted to be around her family or at least to have had Kelly have a chance to help her form some kind of argument that said what happened was an accident, not intentional like they'd said it was. Like the men in suits told her she'd said - even though she hadn't. She'd told them it was an accident.
"Uh," she shifted again and cleared her throat, pushing errant curls back behind her ear. "I guess?" she responded, voice breaking a little. Susie had been the first person in jail to be nice to her. To talk to her and understand what had happened, to reassure her that no matter what anyone said nor how guilty Chloe felt, she hadn't intended on doing what she'd done; it was an accident.
She cleared her throat again, pulling her eyes away from the small window above their heads back to look at Susie.
"I'm scared."
Susan’s brow drew together when she heard the break and tremor in Chloe’s voice and her heart really went out for her, especially with everything that had happened. “And that’s okay,” she said with a reassuring smile as she reached out to take Chloe’s hand in her own, squeezing firmly and reassuringly. “If you weren’t scared I’d be worried.”
She glanced at the guards then back at Chloe before she dropped her voice. “And between you and me I’m scared too, but I don’t want them to know that. Something tells me they’d get a kick out of that.” Sick fucks that they were.
“But whatever happens I’ll look out for you, okay?”
Chloe turned her fingers so that she could take hold of Susie’s hand, squeezing back a little more firmly. Scared really wasn’t the right word: terrified was probably far more appropriate. She didn't know what was going to happen to her when they reached this 'facility', or if she'd be separated from the only person to talk to her like she was a normal person for weeks. She didn't know what she was supposed to be expecting when they arrived.
The transport went over a bump and Chloe's hand reflexively tightened around Susie's. Ahead of them, one of the guards looked up and glared at them as if it were their fault. Chloe tensed her jaw, meeting the guard's eyes until he looked away.
"Seriously, it's not like we've got access to our powers here," she grumbled, her fleeting anger pushing aside her fear for the briefest of moments before it came flooding back. "Do you know anything about where we're going? I- I haven't. I just got told I was being recommended for it and it'd take me outta jail."
At the tightening of Chloe’s hand around her own Susan reached out with her other hand and covered their joined hands with her other one, and then snorted quietly when the guards shot them a look and Chloe forced him to look away.
“I know as much as you,” Susan admitted sadly. “Just that it was better than prison. Of course, I did find myself second guessing that statement when they put that thing in my neck and slapped this bracelet on my wrist.”
She blew out a breath and gave her best reassuring smile. “But we’ll have each other.”
Chloe nodded and returned the smile, weak and shaky though it was. She leaned to the side slightly, resting her head on Susie’s shoulder. “Yeah,” she said softly, “yeah we do.”