[b]Savannah [/b]
[i]District 11 - Prison Cell 0[/i]

"Ninety-two bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-two bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around. Ninety-one bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-one bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, ninety bottles of beer on the wall. Eighty nine bottles..." The hushed voice barely reached anyone's ears, but for her, that was acceptable. The quieter she was, the less she was noticed. Being alone in this hellish solitude was a mere blessing. People had to come to her if they wanted to bother her, not the other way around. It was a small white room with a bed and complete with a separate bathroom. There weren't any windows and there was a small heater and air conditioner. The only sound accompanying her singing was rhythmic bouncing of a small tennis ball she was tossing against the wall. Strands of dark hair fell in her eyes which she brushed away. She was trying to do anything but go crazy from being in here, even if it meant singing juvenile songs. 

She rolled her shoulders as she caught  the ball and cracked her neck. [i]Where was Shay? Was she alive[/i], she wondered? She gripped the ball tightly then randomly thrust it at the wall in frustration. It bounced loudly against it, emitting a soft thud. It came bouncing back to her and she held it tightly. Savannah looked down at her white knuckles and clenched her teeth.[i]You can't think that way, they want you angry....[/i]

"Id'd say if you had another power, then you could have blasted through that wall, Savannah." The hairs on the back of her neck rose and she did not turn around to face the speaker. If Satan had ever met his match, it was him. She swallowed and said nothing. Sometimes not saying anything at all was safer than speaking. Others, it was harmful. The mind games he played were hard to keep up with for her. "I'd say, too, you're afraid to speak, am I right, Ava?" she swallowed harder this time and concentrated her energy on the tennis ball. "Sometimes not speaking is rude, don't you think?"

"Sometimes," she replied weaker than she wanted to and cleared her throat to reiterate, "Sometimes."

"I'm glad you and I can agree on this." While she had been busy concentrating on her tennis ball, the familiar sound of the beeping had only reached her subconscious. Her door was only accessible through a series of codes, facial recognition, then another code. She had tried to work out the number code based on the sound but it hadn't worked. The intercom in her room wasn't something she could turn off either so anyone was able to speak to her even if she was asleep. She braced herself for her temples wanting to explode, but it didn't come. The sigh of relief could have melted chocolate; she wasn't in the mood for the horrific pain today. Savannah finally turned around to face the Devil's match. He stood there in his leather jacket and darker attire with his tawny hair unusually sleeked back. He usually left it a tousled mess, but there must have been an event today in order for him to appear this well-kept. Her mind began reeling but his voice cut her off from trying to think.

"There's been another raid, little Ava." He came over to kneel in front of her. They hadn't been eye-to-eye in months, and she hadn't remember how handsome he looked up close. His charming smile had melted hr the first time she had sen him.  That had been her mistake and he knew it well. Thus, Savannah avoided his piercing icy-blue gaze. It was as if he had consumed winter in his eyes and voice. His demeanor was bathed with despair and death. It wasn't something he let people pick up on the first time they met him. 

"Let's hope we find more useful people like you, yes? Maybe you could make a friend!" He grinned as he took her chin in his hand to study her fear and contempt. Savannah glared at him and stared him down despite her trembling hands and body. "I certainly hope your sister is not among them, Ava, because I'd miss you." He smiled and kissed her forehead. He laughed hysterically like a hyena as she recoiled and jerked away. He stood up then grabbed her by her hair to force her at his eye level. She gasped and inhaled as she met his piercing gaze. "Because you're my little healer, and you're not going anywhere. Your sister is as good as dead if she ever comes around." He thrust her into the wall harshly, then down and kicked her in the abdomen.

Savannah let out a cry of pain and her vision went black. She hit the floor unable to pick herself up. There was flecks of red meeting her on the floor. Her body began to regenerate the wounds and quickly heal her. She hated herself for having this power. They tortured her endlessly since she could heal. "And we can't lose you, Ava. You're ours, and you know that don't you? I marked you with that I thought." He cackled as he reminded her of the branded tattoo on her neck. Fortunately with her long hair, it was always covered, but that didn't stop him from bringing it up. She gritted her teeth, but didn't approach him or attack back. It was foolish to try; his powers were much more powerful than her. Besides, it was a suicide wish; they'd find and kill Shay if she didn't cooperate. She picked herself up and glared at him. Neil was aware of that and loved throwing it in her face. "Till next time, little Ava. I'll miss you." He left with a charming smirk as he glanced over his shoulder at her once more. 

Once he was gone, Savannah pulled herself up and onto the cot nearby her. She curled up in the sheets and began to sob into her pillows.