Thread: Graying Horizons vs2.0

56 heard two sets of footsteps and saw two figures ahead of him. Anton and Rhine. They were heading in the general direction of the inmate's bedrooms.

"Where are you heading to with Anton, Rhine?" 56 asked her, before glancing back at the pool of blood near the kitchen.

Tom walked through the corridors quietly, occasionly opening room doors. He swore each time he found nothing unusual and a small spark went through him every time he swore.
He ran through the corridors again and soon ran out of rooms, finding only the gym. He looked around the gym,
"Anyone in here?" he asked as his hand slowly made it's way to the knife's handle, the shocks coming through already.

"What the fuck do you want tom" Wolf called from the change rooms, walking out into the gym, streaching her arms.

What the fuck do you want tom

Tom walked up to her and sniffed her. Nothing to suggest human blood but she might have showered,
"Have you been to the kitchen yet Wolf?"

"No" She snarled, "You know better than that..." She closed her eyes, "Have you seen Graicie? She was supposed to be here" Gracie was the only person, (other than nikolai) in this place that didn't completely drive her up the wall, thus they had easily gotten along.

Have you seen Graicie? She was supposed to be here

Tom soften, he knew that Wolf opened up to very few people and Graicie was one of those people. He gestured to a seat,
"You might want to sit down."

Wolf took a seat and looked sceptically at Tom, "What's happened to her..." her voice was no more than a growl.

What's happened to her

Tom sighed,
"Don't shoot the messenger here..." he shook his head, "I'm sorry Wolf. But Graicie is dead."

Wolf just stared for a moment, no blinking not doing anything, her body and mind just trying to comprehend what he had told her, and find an emotion, that she didn't even know she had..."how?" her voice sounded hollow as it echoed around the gym.

how?

Tom looked directly at Wolf,
"We're not sure. But i promise you that i will find whoever did this. But i need you help."

"W-what can i do to help?" she shut her eyes, the emotion she was supposed to be feeling failing to come through.

W-what can i do to help?

Tom rested a reassuring hand on Wolf's shoulder,
"You knew Graicie better than most people... you'd know about how she was feeling and who she thought would do anything like to her... right?"

Where you heading with Anton, Rhine?

Anton didn't falter as he stepped through the large hall.
He searched his memory for the image of blood on the kitchen floor. He placed it in his thoughts, where it was easily accessible. With a wince of pain he imagined grasping the image and hurling it in the direction of 56.

Anton turned back to Rhine, who had stopped to talk to 56. With a sigh, Anton continued to the inmates rooms, not really caring whether someone followed him or not. Now he really did want to know who had killed that inmate. But he did not want to kill them.

Oh no, Anton did not want them dead. He would make sure they weren't killed, because whoever had the power to kill an inmate was his ticket out of this place. For all he cared all these other inmates could burn. They were merely little science experiments to make them strong. They could not even begin to realize the power of mind in comparison to the power of muscle.

Anton stepped through the door leading to the inmates rooms and began searching...

Dmitri returned to his room, slightly pissed off that his room had been overturned but he shrugged it off, as they hadn't found anything.

At least I'm not a main suspect.

Slowly he undressed, and had a quick shower before drying himself quickly and getting into his normal clothes. A small shock in his collar reminded him that he had to prepare his job for the day. It wasn't an easy job, most of the inmates just wanted to be left alone or were not intrested in what he had prepared. But with the current events, he decieded that todays activities were going to be intresting.

Stepping out of his room into the hall and came face to face with Anton. He never really understood him. All he knew is that both of them had no past. The only difference was that Dmitri was paying for his, and Anton wasn't.

"Mornin." Dmitri waved sighly, before walking past him and continuing down the hall.

Mornin.

Anton stopped as Dmitri walked past. Anton knew some of the History of most inmates due to information he was given when he was put in the prison. Dmitri was of no interest to him, and there was no way he could have killed the girl and withstood the penalty. No, he was not the one Anton was looking for.

Anton watched as Dmitri turned a corner at the end of the hallway. Pathetic Anton thought. Just a pathetic little person in his own pathetic little world. He's not the one I want

Anton turned to the next door and resumed the monotonous task of searching rooms for evidence.