Your Middle Name's Danger [Florence]

[Malice]

Outfit

God, this food fucking sucked. Malice pushed the tray of shit away from her and leaned back in the wobbly chair, crossing her arms over her chest. Another day, another crappy lunch. It's how it always worked out for her and because of it, she was losing weight a little faster than was healthy. Not that anyone noticed. So yeah, she didn't really give a fuck.

Though she really needed to keep her strength up.

Eh, whatever.

Malice let her green-gold eyes dance over the room's occupants. They all grouped up, with only a few sitting alone like her. They were deemed dangerous and no one really wanted to mess with them. She kicked her booted feet up into an empty seat and shoved the sleeves of her cardigan up. She was rather on edge today. Explosive maybe? Yeah. Explosive was the word for it. Well, more so than usual maybe it had something to do with a certain guard...

Her eyes scanned over the army of guards that watched over them like hawks, but to her (surprising) disappointment, Mr. Dupont was nowhere to be seen. What was she, fifteen? This wasn't high school, stupid girl, this was a war zone unlike any other. Her jaw set and she stared down at the nearly-untouched blob of food on her discarded tray.

She had an overwhelming urge to just eat her stupid feelings right now. She was just so suddenly... angry at herself. She had never yearned for someone. Ever. Wasn't her style. She put the thought of a certain Cajun man out of her mind and focused on something else.

Florence.

Her goddamn "cousin." Bitch wasn't family. Not in the slightest. She was just a pasty-white rat who'd weaseled herself into family ties through her mother's adoption. Really, Malice wanted nothing to do with her. But, oh look, she was a fucking patient in this hell hole just like Malice. Great. Just damn great. She had never liked the girl, now she was a crazy? And stupid, apparently, as she had tried to escape without planning.

Yeah, Malice had gone through hell for that, being as they were family, the idiot doctors had thought that maybe Malice had known something of her whereabouts.

Really? Malice didn't give a shit about the stupid girl.

[Florence Skylar Nellie]

The straight jacket left marks around her neck. She thrashed all night, drugged or not, Florence wasn't giving in without a fight, a fight they'd remember.

The nurse she bit earlier that week continued to glare down the girl with each pass. Florence had shown good behaviour and was released from isolation two nights after her re-arrival.

She had known her cousin Malice was here as another patient, and that suit her. Malice needed to go to a place like this, a Hell that was perfect for her to show her true nature.

Florence spotted her, sitting alone as she preferred. Florence's eyes met Malice's, who stared her down passionately.

With a stride she approached her cousin, site locked on each other.

"I know, it tastes like asshole.." Florence pulled out the chair and sat herself down directly across her cousin. They were like polar opposites, one tan with dark eyes and hair, and her as white as snow - but shit, that's what you get for living in Canada.

She twisted her finger through a lock of hair, spinning it between her index and middle. She was nervous; they rarely ever spoke or even heard from the other. The most recent memory was Malice's "goodbye" party, before she was sent to this place.

Feels like an eternity ago.. Her mind began to reminisce.

Florence looked down at the food in front of Malice. Looked like shit, smelled like shit, probably was shit.

"I assume you heard about me.."

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[Malice]

Well, speak of the fucking Devil. Today must be Malice's unlucky day. Fuck.

She'd spotted Florence as soon as the stupid bitch rounded the corner; her eyes had swept over the people in the cafeteria before landing on Malice and striding toward her. Fucking rat had been looking for her. What could Malice possibly have to offer? Not like they talked or anything. In fact, Malice had made it pretty clear that she kinda hated her. But look at her now, sitting in the seat across from her chatting her up like they were good buddies.

How dumb could you get.

Malice grabbed the green straw on her discarded tray and stuck it in her mouth, chewing on it to help easy some of her anger. If she were to come across the table at the girl she'd be thrown in isolation before she even had the chance to wrap her fingers around the girl's thin neck. The plastic crinkled in her mouth and she snorted at her question. "Heard about you? Are you an idiot? Of course I have." Her words were colored with a tinge of southern twang, french accent, and Cherokee rhythm making it a truly unique sound all her own. And be damned if she was gonna lose that sound. She liked it.

She pulled the straw out of her mouth and began to wind it up in her hands, an attempt to keep her mind off of her anger. Any wrong move and she'd be shot up with every drug here and thrown in a room that smelled like rotting corpses. Not that she really cared, it was just that her power functioned through human interaction and she was like a newborn fawn without it.

It was worse than performing experiments on her.

"What do you want?"

[Florence Skylar Nellie]

She knew Malice never liked her, never considered her as family. Never even wanted to consider them family. They were the outcasts that moved to a new country, specifically to get away from her half of the family tree.

Florence's mother never let her go visit her cousin, she always bad-mouthed Malice and her mother.

"I'm so thankful to be adopted, Florence, you and your brother are lucky to have my blood, not hers.." The memory echoed through Florence's mind. She could remember everything her mother ever said about Malice, it was one of her favourite subjects.

The holidays were always lonesome, no family, maybe only once or twice did they visit.

Complete strangers. And now here, of all places, these two met again as young women.

"I need your help, and you need mine.." She spoke quietly, almost as if the guards and staff could read her lips.

"I need a better plan.."

She knew Malice wasn't paying her any attention, yet she continued.

"I succeeded before, I just got captured. I need a better way to hide my tracks.. You want to escape, don't you?" Florence rose an eyebrow, she knew this would perk her cousins interest, even if it meant coorperating with herself.

Then she lowered her head, letting brown hair sweep over her forehead. Her gaze faded over her cousin's face. All of a sudden she felt hazey, dizzy. Her stomach clenched.

Something was inside of her.
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[Malice]

The thought of escape piqued Malice's interest, forsure, but she never let on that it did. She continued to play with her straw until it was completely wound up. Then she held it still and flicked the center of it, causing it to bust under the pressure and cause a loud crack! The sound made the patients at nearby tables jump and eye her with wary expressions. She snickered as minor fear rolled off the bastards right to her. It made her feel brighter, more powerful.

People couldn't take her anywhere.

She unwound the piece of plastic and stuck it back into her mouth, scoffing at the woman sitting across from her. ”What makes you think I would be on board? Obviously, you don't have a good track record. You don't know what the fuck you're doing. I'm not stupid. I also don't need your help with shit.” She raised a brow at the woman, her green-gold eyes all but glowing with the power she just took in.

The fuck was this woman talking about? She didn't succeed. Succeeding implied getting out and not getting caught. And judging by the fact that she was sitting across from Malice with red-marks from a straight jacket, she failed.

As Malice watched, Florence's pupils widened and she slumped, as though she were going to pass out. ... Or Malice was performing her little trick on her. Which she wasn't, by the way, but she was exerting a lot of force. It affected some people more than others, but Malice didn't put a lid on it. She didn't give a damn really, it was a natural occurrence of her body. Plus it was probably partially the fact that Florence was malnourished, pale, and dehydrated from her stay in isolation.

Trust her, she knew. She'd been there enough times.

[Florence Skylar Nellie]

It happened in seconds, quicker than a blink. First, she seemed willing to open up to the only family she had here, then it all swiftly switched.

Florence lost concious for a mere second, just enough time for her head to fall and bang against the table. The vibrations knocked over Malice's drink, which spilled onto the floor. This commotion prompted the staff to begin their approach towards the two women.

Surely they would think Malice was up to something, perhaps paralyizing the girl or just fucking with her head.

But oh, the surprise was much better than that. As the staff finally made their way to the women, Florence lifted her head. She seemed.. distracted. Her gaze went not only at Malice, but through her, then she sprung.

She was over the table, tackling the woman. Her nails sharp, they pushed deep into each shoulder. She pinned down her cousin, snarling like an animal.

And you could see it too, the animalistic rage, the fire that seeped from her eyes. They turned the green into a deep emerald, piercing straight into the face of Malice.

She grunted, drooled some, allowing her spit to fly wildly. She turned into a beast, a monster with incredible strength.

Suddenly though she was ripped from the woman who laid on the floor, thrown across the room and restrained.

"She's exploding again!"

"Call a Doctor, this shit needs to stop."

The staff clammered around her, inducing her into another drugged state. Florence fell limp, her body flimsy. She mumbled, tossing her site back onto Malice. She mouthed an apology, before she felt the hands of men pull her upright.

A nurse lifted Florence's face to meet hers. "If you can't behave yourself in Population you'll return to Isolation for the duration of your stay."

But Florence knew, even drugged and disoriented she knew that Malice just got a taste of who Florence was, and that, perhaps, would push her into motivation.

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[Malice]

It all happened so fast, but Malice expected it. From the second that Florence's eyes looked through her, she had braced herself, knowing exactly what was about to happen next.

Sure enough, Florence launched over the table in the blink of an eye and Malice was slammed out of her chair and onto hard tile floor. But she wasn't without her protection – her back bowed to provent injury and she jammed her knee in between herself at her cousin, using it to keep her upper body away. But her nails that locked on her shoulders hurt like a bitch. Didn't matter, she had a high pain tolerance and it wouldn't affect anything. Her hand slammed around the girl's throat and she stared her down. Hell no, she wasn't scared of the little shit – in her opinion the bitch should be put down like the rabid animal she was acting like.

Wouldn't bother her none.

And fuck, she was drooling. Gross. She was almost thankful when the girl was yanked off of her and restrained. She would've been a bit more grateful had the idiot guards thought to get Florence's hands off of her before pulling her away – as it was the woman's nails tore through Malice's cardigan and skin, leaving huge, bleeding gouges. Wonder-fucking-ful.

Whatever.

Malice stood and brushed herself off, obviously not bothered by the fact that her cardigan was shredded or that her shoulders were bleeding profusely. Instead she just pulled the cardigan off and tossed it in a nearby trash can as the guards jabbed a needle into Florence's neck and the girl went limp. A nurse sauntered up to Malice and tried to clean her wounds, but she just glared at her until she took off, then her eyes found her cousin once more as she was being carted away. If Malice wasn't mistaking, that was an apology the little rat mumbled – the fuck?

Didn't matter. Good riddance. Hopefully she'd be in isolation for a long time.