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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
"BLACKGATE BLUES"
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THE TELEVISION'S VOLUME RAISED more and more, roaring throughout the seemingly desolate common room. Whoever had the remote was more than eager to hear this. The news reporter on the screen recites the nightly news.

"For this evening's news, we give updates on the trial against Alíz Dupont which was concluded just a few hours ago."

"Alíz Dupont, eighteen years old, was arrested this afternoon. She had a drastic amount of charges that go as far as six counts of terrorism, conspiracy to commit second-degree kidnapping, and first-degree murder."

"Thanks to the efforts of DA Marcus Quintanilla and assistant Harvey Dent, Alíz Dupont plead guilty to all charges and was sentenced to life at Blackgate Penitentiary."

"In other news, Jerome Valeska was buried in an unmarked grave some time ago and was not given a funeral. We've brought on a man who's related to the late criminal to speak his opinio-." The plug to the television was pulled out of the outlet, causing the screen to go black. The common room went silent as it was beforehand-only the sound of inmates coming and going to different places filled the quiet.

Alíz looks down at the plug she had accidentally pulled while she was mopping. She was dragging the mop under the chord and it just came off suddenly. The girl stared down at it, debating whether or not she should plug it back in or just leave it that way. It's not like anybody was watching it anyway. Alíz resumed her mopping, unbothered. The girl had just been processed into the penitentiary and the local news was already on her ass. Well, it seemed more like they were kissing ass rather than telling the people what happened earlier that day. "Thanks to the efforts of DA Marcus Quintanilla and assistant Harvey Dent, Alíz Dupont plead guilty to all charges." What bullshit.

It's not like the decision was taken out of her hands. It was her choice and her choice only. Nobody else made it for her. She wasn't even offered a plea deal-how could Quintanilla and Dent have supposedly convinced her to plead guilty?

Alíz's train of thought was cut short by the sound of someone snapping their fingers in her face. The girl blinks out of her daze and pays attention to the person who approached her. She looked slightly taller than Alíz and her face looked more than threatening. Her sharp jaw clenched and her blue eyes were dead set on Alíz. She didn't look that much older than Alíz, maybe two or three years older? Her long, dark brown-almost black-hair cascades over her shoulders naturally and effortlessly.

All Alíz could do was lift her chin slightly in a questioning motion and raise a brow. The girl in front of her waves a hand to the television, "I was watching that!" Her voice booms throughout the room. Her tone was filled with impatience. It wasn't clear if her annoyance was with Alíz or just with the world in general, either way, this encounter was not-so-pleasant. Alíz tried to explain that she accidentally unplugged it. She pointed to the chord and her mop, hoping to get the message through to the furious-looking girl in front of her. When Alíz looks back up at the girl, she didn't look very pleased with the other her efforts.

"Do you even know who I am?" She asked condescendingly, stepping closer to Alíz.

Alíz scans the brunette for a moment before shrugging and putting a finger to the inmate number on her jumpsuit. The girl didn't seem satisfied with that response either as she gave Alíz a pointed glare. Some sort of realization washes over the girl's face as she continues staring at Alíz.