~Tuesday, September 1st, 1936 part 2~

yarnkittymon: :  ::Harry is already in the room, cuffed to the chair, glancing at the door every so often, hoping Maeve's all right::

yarnkittymon: :  ::Maeve's guard shoves her inside the room::

maeveowens: MV: ::she stumbles in, her gaze immediately going to Harry. Her right cheek is bright red from where he slapped her not to mention her swelling shoulder::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::cringes::  Maeve...are you all right?

maeveowens: MV: ::she straightens then nods, though she's holding her injured arm awkwardly against her.:: Yeah. Sure. ::she smiles weakly at him::

yarnkittymon: ;  ::Maeve's guard commands her to sit down::

maeveowens: MV: :she stiffens, her first thought being to rebel. She moves over but cant restrain a quiet remark:: My someone is on a power trip. 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard raises his nightstick; quietly::  Remember what we talked about at your cell?

maeveowens: MV: ::flatly:: Just tell us what you want so we can be done with it. 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard shakes his head::  We know one of you is a freak.  Reckon it's the man, but we have to be sure.

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::without emotion::  You guessed right.

maeveowens: MV: ::she looks down, paling then quickly looks up at him:: Harry!

maeveowens: SV: ::she's watching from the corner, smirking:: Though we can't be too careful. Then there's the issues of the break-ins to be dealt with. Care to confess to those as well Mr. Chalmers?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::nods::  Everything.  It was all me.  I'll sign for you, if you uncuff me.

maeveowens: SV: ::she watches him, unsure:: You're willing to just hand yourself over just like that? Knowing you face the block? ::she glances at Maeve::

maeveowens: MV: You've got the wrong people. Neither of us can do anything. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::shakes his head, looking up at his inquisitor; gasps::  What...?  Who...

maeveowens: SV: The block Mr. Chalmers. The execution block? Surely you aren't going to be that much of a gentlemen if it's the lady whose the freak.

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::quietly::  You look familiar.

maeveowens: SV: ::she smirks:: I've been trailing the two of you for a while.

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::slowly::  You'd be almost pretty without that smirk.

maeveowens: SV: Save it Chalmers. It won't work on me. ::she pulls out a piece of paper and lays it down in front of him. It lists quite a few things he's being charged with:: Sign it then.

maeveowens: MV: ::quietly:: Harry don't. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::starts reading the charges aloud; stops::  I did *not* drown anyone's puppies!

maeveowens: MV: ::her eyes widen:: You have the wrong people lady! ::she starts to get up:: And I'm not going to sit here and let you charge us with stuff we didn't do!

maeveowens: SV: Then I suggest you tell us what you have done so we can type up the correct charges.

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::gets the pen and starts striking through things at will::

maeveowens: SV: ::she glances at the other man, worried Maeve is about to fly over the table. She reaches out without looking away from Maeve to slap Harry's pen down:: 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the other man looks closely at Maeve, then goes to stand over Harry::  I'd stay still, lady.

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::looks up at Stephanie::  Yes?

maeveowens: MV: ::she pauses, looking worried, then sits back down::

maeveowens: SV: You can quit crossing things out Mr. Chalmers. Just sign it. If you've confessed to being the freak it won't matter. You're still going to the block.

maeveowens: MV: He isn't the freak! ::softly:: I am. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  Maeve!  Don't lie!

maeveowens: MV: ::she looks at him steadily, and then shakes her head:: 

maeveowens: SV: ::she watches, frowning, then looks up at her partner:: I'm going to step out for a moment. Maybe you can figure out whose lying and who isn't?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::looks back at Stephanie::  Look, I'm the freak, but I am *not* signing a document that would make you let puppy-drowners go free!

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man smirks::  My pleasure.

maeveowens: SV: ::she looks at Harry, a little touched, but shakes it off.:: I think I need a little drink. ::smiles slightly:: I'll be back.

yarnkittymon: HR:  Bring one back for us, will you?

maeveowens: MV: ::the fear is creeping back or she'd just show them. As it is, she sits there, trying to contain her trembling:: 

maeveowens: SV: ::she grunts as she goes out the door, shutting it firmly::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard raises his nightstick::  Do you really think this is funny?

maeveowens: MV: ::her eyes widen and she tenses::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::shrugs::  I can either go as a coward, or a brave man.  I'm going to try to be brave as long as I can.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man chuckles::

maeveowens: MV: ::softly:: Harry don't. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  He's beating me anyway.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man pauses::  Maybe....

maeveowens: MV: ::she swallows hard but can't make herself do it:. She looks down, guiltily:: 

yarnkittymon: :  ::as the man seems to be considering Maeve::  Don't have the guts to hit a freak?

maeveowens: ((what?))

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man frowns, raising his nightstick::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::clears his throat::  Hello?  Over here?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard turns back to Harry, hitting him hard enough to break his arm; Harry can't help but yell, tears in his eyes::

maeveowens: MV: ::she jerks, stunned, then scrambles out of the chair:: Stop! I told you it's me! 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard turns back to Maeve::  You going to prove it?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::between clenched teeth::  Maeve, don't....

maeveowens: MV: ::she looks at Harry, almost breaking, then back at the guard. She hesitates then slowly makes a fireball. Having nothing left to lose, she tosses it at 

maeveowens: him:: Convinced? ::she reaches for Harry::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man tries to dodge, though he gets his arm burned; yells for help::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::quickly gets up, trying the door, which is locked::

maeveowens: MV: ::she moans in despair then tries to burn through it. She's shaking::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the door is metal, and quickly gets too hot to touch::

maeveowens: MV: ::she doesn't notice but she knows it's useless so she pulls back, looking for a window::

yarnkittymon: :  ::there's no window::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  Why didn't we head to the Caribbean?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man transfers his nightstick to his uninjured hand, and comes forward again::

maeveowens: MV: ::she doesn't answer, just moans again when he comes forward. She backs up against Harry, making another fireball:: Stay back or you'll burn!

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man calls out::  It's the woman!  Get ready to shoot her!

maeveowens: MV: ::she pales but doesn't drop the fireball::

maeveowens: ::they hear Stephanie outside the door calling for back up::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  We're dead anyway, Maeve.

maeveowens: MV: ::softly:: You're not. ::her shoulders slump and the fireball dies. She shivers::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::hugs Maeve with his good arm, ignoring the broken one::  We knew it had to end like this.

maeveowens: MV: ::she turns to put her good one around him, trying not to cry:: I know. At least it's finally over I guess. I don't have to be afraid of them finding me anymore. ::she whimpers::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  We want to take any of them out?  Might be better to just go quick.

maeveowens: MV: Don't fight them Harry. There's no sense in us both dying.

yarnkittymon: HR:  I'd rather die than rot in jail.

maeveowens: MV: ::she cringes:: May-maybe you won't.

maeveowens: : ::they hear the door start to be pushed open and a man comes in, leveling a gun at Maeve's head:: 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::doesn't let go of Maeve, though he's surprised they got the red-hot door open::

maeveowens: ((well it has been a while since the shout :P ))

yarnkittymon: ((Not like 15 minutes ;) ))

maeveowens: ::several more file in after him, some still wearing oven mitts:: 

yarnkittymon: ((But I figured someone had a pot holder :D ))

yarnkittymon: ((LOL))

maeveowens: ((there, fixed :D LOL))

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::cringes, though he stays with Maeve anyway::

maeveowens: MV: ::she lays her head against his chest, trembling:: 

yarnkittymon: :  ::one of the other guards says::  Step back now.

maeveowens: : :Step away from her sir. A cold cell waits for you not a grave.

maeveowens: MV: ::she cringes and starts to pull away;:

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::smirks::  I'd have better company in the grave.  ::but Maeve manages to get away::

maeveowens: SV: ::she comes in, looking confused but quickly masks it:: Chain her but don't shoot her yet. I want a statement signed in time for the head of command to get here. I want it clear she's one of them. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::sighs, looking at Maeve sadly::

maeveowens: MV: ::looks back at him, clearly afraid of what's coming::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::quietly::  I'll always love you.

maeveowens: MV: ::she breaks a bit, nodding; softly:: I love you too Is- ::she shakes her head:: Harry. ::she bites her lip, frowning::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::frowns, looking rather baffled::

yarnkittymon: :  ::one of the guards comes forward with handcuffs, rather worried since she's a freak::

maeveowens: MV: ::she smirks at the man and just for fun flicks a few sparks at him just to make him jump:: Please. I could have torched the guy earlier. 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man yells::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::can't help but laugh a bit at that::

maeveowens: MV: ::mutters:: Sissy

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man gets ready to cuff Maeve across the face::

maeveowens: SV: Stop playing around and just get her in those cuffs and get out. ::barely stifles a cringe when he strikes at Maeve.:: I want a few words alone with them.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man cuffs Maeve::

maeveowens: MV: ::she yelps, swaying as he hits the already bruising cheek::

yarnkittymon: :  ::another asks::  Should we get him too?  He might hit you.

maeveowens: SV: ::she nods, not sounding happy:: Yeah. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::looks coldly at the man::  If you're going to kill her, there's no need to hit her now!

yarnkittymon: :  ::another guard comes forward and puts the cuffs on Harry::

maeveowens: MV: ::lands up against the wall, holding on for support::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::looks coldly at the group::

maeveowens: SV: Cuff her already and get out. ::she reaches for Harry, leading him back to the chair::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::tries to shrug the woman's hand off::

yarnkittymon: :  ::they get Maeve cuffed::

maeveowens: SV: ::she squeezes his arm then lets go as she pushes him into the chair:: Get over here Maeve.

maeveowens: MV: ::she almost doesn't move but doesn't relish being hit again so she just moves across the room. She's trembling. Now she can't even fight back::yarnkittymon: HR:  ::looks steadily at Stephanie, waiting for the guards to clear out::

maeveowens: ::the last one out pulls the door closed, using the oven mitt just in case::

maeveowens: SV: ::she returns his gaze; softly:: Who are you? 

yarnkittymon: HR:  Harry Chalmers, ma'am.

maeveowens: SV: ::she shakes her head:: No. You were right. I have seen you some other place. ::she glances at Maeve, curiously:: 

maeveowens: MV: ::she's sitting there with her eyes glued to the table, her expression blank::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::shrugs::  You said yourself that you've been watching us, lady.

maeveowens: SV: ::she looks at him then smirks:: Maybe so but I could have- ::she shakes her head:: No. Guess I'm just losing it. Anyway. If you're going to cooperate Chalmers you'll at least get a nice cell. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::scowls::  I don't really care what you do with me, once my wife's gone.  You're a monster, to let her be killed just because of what she is.

maeveowens: MV: ::she flinches::

maeveowens: SV: ::she looks away, softly:: She's too dangerous to be allowed to roam free. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  And you have her locked up.  That's no excuse to kill her!  You saw the beating they gave her, and she didn't even fight back!

maeveowens: SV: ::she shrugs:: I have no control over that. Besides, she had a knife. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  She didn't need the knife; don't you get it?  She could've killed them both and she didn't!

maeveowens: SV: *I* get it Mr. Chalmers unfortunately I have no control over it. She's dangerous. End of story. ::she heads for the door:: The chief will be here soon.

maeveowens: MV: ::softly:: Give it up Harry. It's over. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  You can stop this, Stephanie.

maeveowens: SV: ::she pauses, looking back at him:: I don't remember giving you my name. ::she isn't wearing a name tag either::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::looks a little startled too::  I..knew it.  ::smirks::  Does that make me a freak too?

maeveowens: SV: ::she frowns, moving closer again:: Maybe. 

maeveowens: MV: ::her eyes go wide:: Harry! Getting yourself shot isn't going to save me!

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::quietly::  There's something more going on here; don't you get it?

maeveowens: MV: ::she frowns:: Yeah. They're killing us because they're afraid. What else is new?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::looks closely at Stephanie::  We...have to know each other from somewhere.  ::closes his eyes::  A...guard?

maeveowens: SV: ::she looks closely at Harry, trying to figure it out:: I've worked with you before... on a case... impersonating one perhaps?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::quickly shakes his head::  I'd remember you if it was that.

maeveowens: MV: ::she's looking a little nervous:: You two are starting to sound like the crazy man on the street.

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::shrugs at Maeve, then looks at Stephanie::  You like to eat potato chips with jelly.

maeveowens: MV: ::she wrinkles her nose::

maeveowens: SV: ::she pales and back away, starting to pace:: 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  If you don't like what's going on, just take a deep breath and trust me.

maeveowens: SV; Except I can't get you out. There'd be no way. ::she stops to look between the two of them, puzzled::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::smiles::  I know you're smart enough to do it.

maeveowens: MV: ::she looks up at Harry frowning::

maeveowens: SV: ::she turns away, rubbing her head:: Where's everyone else? There are others right? ::she sighs heavily:: I can maybe get you out but... 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  We can go to the Caribbean.

maeveowens: SV: ::she nods:: I can maybe arrange to transfer you myself to another location. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::he dares to smile just a bit::  Really?

maeveowens: SV: ::she pauses, looking worried:: Yeah. Once they've... ::she glances at Maeve:: She's stuck Harry. There's no way I'll get her out of this room. 

maeveowens: MV: ::she flinches again, paling:: I already knew I was dead. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::his eyes go wide, and he suddenly glares at his captor::  Then don't do me any favors, Stephanie!

yarnkittymon: :  ::there's a knock on the door, which has cooled by now::  Officer Valero?

maeveowens: SV: ::she swallows hard:: Times up. ::she moves towards the door:: Yes sir! 

maeveowens: MV: ::takes a deep breath, shivering. She's a pasty white color now::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  Maybe there's a heaven.

maeveowens: MV: ::she looks back at Harry; weakly:: But you won't be there. At least not yet. ::she shudders and looks away::  I hate guns. 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the chief comes in; he's a portly gentleman, without a trace of fear in his eyes, just disgust::  So, you're the freak, and the freak-lover?

maeveowens: MV: ::her gaze snaps up to his and she glares:: You have no right... 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man shakes his head::  You have no right to hurt and kill people.  And tomorrow, you'll have no business breathing, either.

maeveowens: MV: ::she stands up, sneering:: I've never hurt anyone without cause! 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::coldly::  She hasn't murdered innocents.  You have.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man smiles coldly at Stephanie::  We're making an example of the both of them.

maeveowens: SV: ::her eyes widen:: Sir? 

maeveowens: MV: ::her jaw drops:: You can't! He hasn't done anything! 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the chief shakes his head::  Married to a freak?  Disgusting.  He's a thief too, isn't he?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::cringes, but doesn't object::

maeveowens: MV: That hasn't been a crime so far and as for the other thing I don't believe we've been charged with that. 

maeveowens: SV: ::quietly:: What's to be done with the criminals in the meantime, Sir?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the chief shrugs::  If you think you can get them to a cell safely, be my guest.  The cameramen will be here at 9 AM sharp.  The weather looks fine for a hanging.

maeveowens: MV: ::she falls back down in to her chair, looking numb:: I-I think I'd rather take the bullet. 

yarnkittymon: :  Hanging's more humane.  ::looks at Stephanie::  Can I trust you to take care of them until then?

maeveowens: SV: :::she nods:: I'll have them moved to an isolated cell.

maeveowens: MV: ::she smirks, not sure she agrees:: Right. In font of a camera. Real humane. 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the chief looks sharply at Maeve::  We have a long list of your crimes.  Remember the governor's house?  How about that armored truck?  Need I go on?

maeveowens: MV: ::she scowls at him:: Care to name any casualties? I'm not sure they're worth hanging me over! Or Harry!

yarnkittymon: :  You're too dangerous, and your husband's to be made an example of.  End of story.

maeveowens: MV: ::she closes her eyes, cringing:: Please. I don't care what you do to me but he doesn't deserve it. He-he didn't even know. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  Maeve, don't.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man shakes his head::  I doubt that.  Not if he claimed to be the freak when you two were brought in.  ::heads towards the door::  Stephanie, they're in your hands.

maeveowens: MV: ::she cringes::

maeveowens: SV: Yes Sir. 

yarnkittymon: :  ::the chief slips out of the room::

maeveowens: SV: ::she puts her head out to call for some assistance before walking back over to the table:: Just sign the papers.  

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::coldly::  What are you going to do if she doesn't?  Kill her?

maeveowens: SV: ::glares at Harry:: You're signing too and I'm sure they'll beat you for it. ::lowers her voice:: I can't even attempt to get you out if you're crippled.

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::shakes his head::  Don't bother.

maeveowens: MV: ::softly:: Just do it Harry. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  Why?  What's the point?  Not like I can.  ::shrugs his shoulders; his hands are cuffed::

maeveowens: SV: ::she puts a pen in them, smirks:: Do the best you can. 

maeveowens: ::a guard comes in followed a by a few others::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::writes something, though an astute reader might notice it looks suspiciously like a phrase completely unrelated to Harry's name::

maeveowens: SV: ::she turns to look at them:: I want them put in farthest isolation tank away from the others so they won't cause trouble. You can throw them in together. Might as well give em one last night together. ::she smirks, looking amused::

maeveowens: MV: ::takes the pen and awkwardly just scribbles on the paper, not caring::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::looks at Stephanie in complete disgust::

maeveowens: SV: ::she swallows back her anger and nods:: Get em out. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::walks along meekly enough::

maeveowens: MV: ::she seems to have given up so she doesn't put up a fight; smirks:: You think maybe I could get some other clothes? These aren't presentable for TV really.

yarnkittymon: :  ::one of the guards nods::  Both of you will be in prison clothes, of course.  But those can wait.

maeveowens: SV: ::she cringes as she pulls the door closed:: 

maeveowens: MV: ::smirks:: Oh great. Even more flattering. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  They can't have you looking like a bum; they aren't trying to scare poor people.

maeveowens: MV: ::she sighs heavily::

yarnkittymon: :  ::they're escorted to a small cell with only a few bars on the door, and the rest, solid stone, with no window::

maeveowens: MV: ::it's still pitch black in there and it's enough to make her dig in her heels:: No way. ::she shakes her head::

yarnkittymon: :  ::one of the guards turns the light on; it's glaringly bright, with a green tint::

maeveowens: MV: ::she swallows hard, still looking scared of the little box::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::walks in without a word::

maeveowens: MV: ::finally gets up the nerve to follow him in::

yarnkittymon: :  ::as soon as she's in, the door clangs closed; they didn't even bother to uncuff their prisoners::

maeveowens: MV; ::she cringes, though she hadn't expected it; softly:: At least they left the light. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::nods; quietly::  For now.  ::goes to sit down on the floor::  Come on, Maeve.  Lean on my shoulder a bit, will you?

maeveowens: MV: ::looks worried at that but she does go over to his good side, though it isn’t her good one, and leans up against him:: I'm sorry Harry.

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::shakes his head; quietly::  I...I told you, we knew this was what was going to happen.  ::his voice cracks, betraying his fear, as he finishes::  I didn't know it would all happen so quick...

maeveowens: MV: ::mutters:: Quick? I would have rather they just shoot me! Then maybe... maybe they wouldn't be killing you too. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  It's...easier for me...in the long run.  What was I supposed to do without you, anyway?

maeveowens: MV: ::she smiles at him, weakly:: Find another lost orphan to rescue?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::smiles::  I wouldn't trade it for any other life.

maeveowens: MV: ::smiles a little more:: I wouldn't either. 

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  Since I first met you, I knew.  ::even more quietly::  Thanks for putting up with me.

maeveowens: MV: ::whispers:: Thanks for taking me in. ::she leans up to kiss him, gently::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::kisses her back, just as the lights go out::

maeveowens: MV: ::she pulls back, gasping:: What... they're coming back on aren't they?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  There's light in the hallway; a little will filter in.  Our eyes will adjust.

maeveowens: MV: ::he feels her shiver as she inches closer to him:: At-at least the-the floor isn't moving. ::she takes a deep breath then another::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  You can do this.  We'll be all right.  ::bites his tongue, knowing what a lie that is::

maeveowens: MV: ::she gives a harsh laugh, knowing it's a big lie::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::softly::  We'll be all right 'til the morning.

maeveowens: MV: ::weakly:: I-I know...

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::though he's still in blinding pain every time he moves his bad arm even an inch, spends the night whispering sweet words to Maeve, as long as she's awake::

maeveowens: MV: ::she shivers occasionally but lets his voice lull her into a restless sleep::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::when Maeve has drifted off, he spends the rest of the night listening to her breathe, and trying to forget about what's coming up::

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