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seven* capture
I am awake. My eyes are closed. I don't want to open them. I am so tired.
I am in pain. My back hurts. My left shoulder hurts. I taste blood in my mouth. I don't want to open my eyes. I am so tired.
I open my eyes.
I am in a Room, but it is not much of a Room. The room is Empty, with a small light bulb above my head, out of my reach. The Room is a Box. All of the room's walls are shining silver Steel. The ceiling is Steel. The floor is Steel. I hate the Steel. I want to go home.
I struggle to stand. I am so tired. My clothes are different. I am wearing a forest green t-shirt and black cotton cargo shorts that come to my knees. I have slip-on black shoes with white socks. There is no where to go nothing to see just steel grey steel.
I sit up slowly. My head is aching. My shoulder hurts. I move my arm rotate the shoulder. It moves back and forth, works fine. This relieves me. I was worried that it had broken. I look at my right arm. The sleeper patch is still there, empty of its juice. I tear it off my arm, toss it onto the grey steel floor. I am so tired.
Suddenly there is a voooom and a clank and one of the steel walls begins to rise. I stand quickly, ready for a fight. I am off-balance, too tired, in pain, not in good shape, not sure if my arm will hold up in a fight. I am not too worried, anyway. There is not a lot they can do to me.
I am hit with a blast of light. I cannot see a thing close my eyes turn my face away shield my face with my hand. I blink once, twice, three times and the light dims as my eyes adjust. There is a person standing there and she is smiling. I knew her. I thought she was dead. She is calm so calm that small calm smile on her face I hate it hate her smile hate her hair that is perfect blonde and pulled back into a bun hate her suit trim and black without a speck of dust hate her shoes hate the mana gun at her side hate the way she stands so tall so perfect with the ice blue eyes that remind me of Brendon ice blue eyes that burn instead of freeze make you want to look away.
-- Hello, Ian.
I hate her voice hate its calm hate its ice its burn hate it hate her can't stand her look at her anyway don't dare look away.
--Commissioner Forne.
I hate saying her name hate calling her Commissioner she doesn't care doesn't care doesn't care about her city she owns it rules it crushes it then lets it run loose the people panic she does nothing I hate her hate her hate her.
-- I believe we have a lot to discuss, Mr. Shreder, she says and she smiles she smiles and I hate it.
Two men walk over big burly men in suits they have real guns not just mana guns even though real guns are banned have been for years and years. They aim the guns at me but I am not worried as they aim at me and Forne walks into my tiny steel room.
Forne smiles at me just smiles finally says what have you been up to young Shreder I haven't seen signs of your mischief lately. I say what are you talking about she just smiles says why you haven't been going on any runs lately, have you?
-- What runs, I say.
She twitches a bit her smile fades it comes back colder.
-- Don't lie to me, Ian. I know everything that's happened over the past six months. Do you really think you could just start blowing up buildings in my city without me noticing? I've known what you and your little group have been up to this whole time.
-- What are you talking about I say again and she slaps me.
-- Don't be a fool, she roars at me. I'm the only reason you're alive right now. It's been you, Ian Matthew Shreder, you and Brendon Carton Shreder and Andrew Levi Park and Rachel Maria Kurin-
-- Don't talk about them, I say in a low voice.
-- Ah, so do you care to tell me more?
-- I don't need to tell you anything, I growl.
-- Oh, you don't? she says and she smiles she smiles I hate her smile hate her face hate her hate her hate her. What if I, oh, I don't know, struck back?
-- What do you mean?
-- What if I went and dropped a bomb for every fire your group supposedly lit? she says and she smiles and I hate her hate her hate her. What if I burned down a city block for every little grenade you made?
-- I don't know what you're talking about I say again but my stomach is churning my face is betraying me it is red and angry my teeth are grinding my head hurts I hate her I hate her I hate her.
-- How many government buildings did you burn down? she says coolly. Let's see, City Hall, the Common House… how many things did you loot? The Storage Facility, the Second Bank of Trinity, the Food Collection Agency… then there were the trains…
-- Shut up, I tell her.
-- The train on the 16th of May, the train on the 17th of May, the train on the 20th of May… that one didn't go over so well, did it?
-- Shut up, I tell her.
-- Yes, oh yes, my records indicate that you lost one of your little friends on that run…
-- Shut up, I tell her. Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up.
-- Let's see…. Was it Mr. Park?
I say nothing.
-- Yes, I believe that was him…Andrew "Drew" Levi Park, yes… he was crushed by the train, wasn't he?
-- Shut up, I tell her. This is the last time I will let her speak about Park.
-- Someone on the train reported you being nearby, she says and she smiles she freaking smiles at me says did you have anything to do with how he died? Maybe… it was your fault?
-- Shut your freaking mouth, you bitch.
I lunge at her but the men in the suits block me one slams me in the mouth with his gun makes my lip bleed my head hurts more the world swims before my eyes.
-- I'll come back when you're in a better mood, she says and she smiles she smiles at me and she and the suits step out and the giant steel wall slides back down and I am alone again.

Description
seven* capture
I am awake. My eyes are closed. I don't want to open them. I am so tired.
I am in pain. My back hurts. My left shoulder hurts. I taste blood in my mouth. I don't want to open my eyes. I am so tired.
I open my eyes.
I am in a Room, but it is not much of a Room. The room is Empty, with a small light bulb above my head, out of my reach. The Room is a Box. All of the room's walls are shining silver Steel. The ceiling is Steel. The floor is Steel. I hate the Steel. I want to go home.
I struggle to stand. I am so tired. My clothes are different. I am wearing a forest green t-shirt and black cotton cargo shorts that come to my knees. I have slip-on black shoes with white socks. There is no where to go nothing to see just steel grey steel.
I sit up slowly. My head is aching. My shoulder hurts. I move my arm rotate the shoulder. It moves back and forth, works fine. This relieves me. I was worried that it had broken. I look at my right arm. The sleeper patch is still there, empty of its juice. I tear it off my arm, toss it onto the grey steel floor. I am so tired.
Suddenly there is a voooom and a clank and one of the steel walls begins to rise. I stand quickly, ready for a fight. I am off-balance, too tired, in pain, not in good shape, not sure if my arm will hold up in a fight. I am not too worried, anyway. There is not a lot they can do to me.
I am hit with a blast of light. I cannot see a thing close my eyes turn my face away shield my face with my hand. I blink once, twice, three times and the light dims as my eyes adjust. There is a person standing there and she is smiling. I knew her. I thought she was dead. She is calm so calm that small calm smile on her face I hate it hate her smile hate her hair that is perfect blonde and pulled back into a bun hate her suit trim and black without a speck of dust hate her shoes hate the mana gun at her side hate the way she stands so tall so perfect with the ice blue eyes that remind me of Brendon ice blue eyes that burn instead of freeze make you want to look away.
-- Hello, Ian.
I hate her voice hate its calm hate its ice its burn hate it hate her can't stand her look at her anyway don't dare look away.
--Commissioner Forne.
I hate saying her name hate calling her Commissioner she doesn't care doesn't care doesn't care about her city she owns it rules it crushes it then lets it run loose the people panic she does nothing I hate her hate her hate her.
-- I believe we have a lot to discuss, Mr. Shreder, she says and she smiles she smiles and I hate it.
Two men walk over big burly men in suits they have real guns not just mana guns even though real guns are banned have been for years and years. They aim the guns at me but I am not worried as they aim at me and Forne walks into my tiny steel room.
Forne smiles at me just smiles finally says what have you been up to young Shreder I haven't seen signs of your mischief lately. I say what are you talking about she just smiles says why you haven't been going on any runs lately, have you?
-- What runs, I say.
She twitches a bit her smile fades it comes back colder.
-- Don't lie to me, Ian. I know everything that's happened over the past six months. Do you really think you could just start blowing up buildings in my city without me noticing? I've known what you and your little group have been up to this whole time.
-- What are you talking about I say again and she slaps me.
-- Don't be a fool, she roars at me. I'm the only reason you're alive right now. It's been you, Ian Matthew Shreder, you and Brendon Carton Shreder and Andrew Levi Park and Rachel Maria Kurin-
-- Don't talk about them, I say in a low voice.
-- Ah, so do you care to tell me more?
-- I don't need to tell you anything, I growl.
-- Oh, you don't? she says and she smiles she smiles I hate her smile hate her face hate her hate her hate her. What if I, oh, I don't know, struck back?
-- What do you mean?
-- What if I went and dropped a bomb for every fire your group supposedly lit? she says and she smiles and I hate her hate her hate her. What if I burned down a city block for every little grenade you made?
-- I don't know what you're talking about I say again but my stomach is churning my face is betraying me it is red and angry my teeth are grinding my head hurts I hate her I hate her I hate her.
-- How many government buildings did you burn down? she says coolly. Let's see, City Hall, the Common House… how many things did you loot? The Storage Facility, the Second Bank of Trinity, the Food Collection Agency… then there were the trains…
-- Shut up, I tell her.
-- The train on the 16th of May, the train on the 17th of May, the train on the 20th of May… that one didn't go over so well, did it?
-- Shut up, I tell her.
-- Yes, oh yes, my records indicate that you lost one of your little friends on that run…
-- Shut up, I tell her. Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up.
-- Let's see…. Was it Mr. Park?
I say nothing.
-- Yes, I believe that was him…Andrew "Drew" Levi Park, yes… he was crushed by the train, wasn't he?
-- Shut up, I tell her. This is the last time I will let her speak about Park.
-- Someone on the train reported you being nearby, she says and she smiles she freaking smiles at me says did you have anything to do with how he died? Maybe… it was your fault?
-- Shut your freaking mouth, you bitch.
I lunge at her but the men in the suits block me one slams me in the mouth with his gun makes my lip bleed my head hurts more the world swims before my eyes.
-- I'll come back when you're in a better mood, she says and she smiles she smiles at me and she and the suits step out and the giant steel wall slides back down and I am alone again.