A wave of strong-smelling juice of sorts splashes across my uniform, hair, and face.
"Oops," she giggles, with her entourage laughing with her. "Guess you needed a drink to wash down the pasta!"
I stop walking, and look at the floor for a moment. The alfredo sauce still hasn't washed out from last week.
Okay. Okay.
Her face lands on the locker room floor, eyes bloodshot, one drop of crimson red trickling out her nose.
"How's that Honors award doing for you now?" I grumble.
"Okay, I get it," she chokes, coughing a few splats onto my face. I hit her again squarely across the nose. Tears start to appear. She gags once more as I stay mounted on her, too weak to escape.
"I'm sorry, please stop," she lisps through missing teeth.
"That's not enough," I mumble. I pick her up by her hair and throw her across the room, to other lockers. Her friends continue standing by the sidelines.
My own nose is bleeding, even though she didn't land one hit on my face; my skirt is still wet with the sugary beverage she was drinking. Her silvery white hair looks rather artistic with speckles of red all over it.
I grab her collar and slam her a few more times against the locker, realizing there's no longer any response. As I drop her back onto the floor, her buddies stare at me, trembling, until multiple sets of hands grab me by the neck and fold my arms behind my back, putting me to the floor, face to face with her.
Come on, that was too soon. She didn't bleed enough.
"That's enough," the officers shout.
~~
"Ms. Kruger, the advisor is ready," the intercom grumbles.
I walk inside the office.
"Lorianne, I'm sorry that they did all those things to you, but understand,”
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The guards close the door behind us.
“...Nadia is in critical condition, and you're more than likely to get a murder charge," the Advisor looks at me with almost a pleading gesture.
Only a silent glare comes from me.
"What else happened–"
"Do I look like I feel sorry for her?"
"Just tell me-"
"Go look at the fucking cameras. You and the other goons at your level always brag about how secure the school is. Now owe up to it."
A dash of frustration covers her face.
"My life is over anyway. Like I had one to begin with."
She sighs, unable to come up with a response.
"Okay, Deliberation will update us this week, and you will be in custody until then. Thank you for your time," she looks away.
I continue staring at her.
"Come on now," the escort moans.
Do it.
"Ms. Kruger!"
Do it.
I yelp as a surge of electricity knocks me out of the chair. The guard picks me up by my the chains holding my wrists together. I struggle a few seconds more before a hand covers my eyes; then the next thing I know, my eyes slowly peel back open to reveal my environment now a jail cell.
"What? Fuck, how long have I been here?"
"3 days," one of my cellmates timidly remarks.
"Come on, this is the fifth time, do you really not remember?" another groans, lying belly down on the bunk, playing with a scrap of paper.
The buzzer down the hall sounds and heavy bootsteps come towards our cell. Three armored and masked guards appear at the bars.
"Kruger," the one in front grumbles. "Come along."
My two cellmates look at each other, then stare at me again.
I sit there, frozen, until the lead guard motions the second to grab me. I flinch, but then the second guard grabs me by the back of the neck.
Something buzzes on my neck. The collar is still on.
"A courtesy reminder," Guard #2 mutters, as she flashes the remote in my face. "Let's make this easier for both of us."
"Well, nice knowing you," the cellmate on the bunk shouts to me as I'm hauled away.
~~
"Ms. Kruger,"
My mind is blank.
"Ms. Kruger,"
No point to do anything now.
Guard #2 hits me in the shoulder, pointing at the 8 masked judges.
"Deliberation is final on its decision; the Justice Council has determined that your charges, character, and circumstances warrant an unconventional sentence."
The court murmurs and scuffles.