The black cells were a myth, a legend—supposedly bedtime stories used to scare children into obeying their parents.
Because the actual location or condition of these cells remained a mystery to researchers, people had dismissed them as just another conspiracy theory about the government and how lethal they could be to prisoners at one point.
Most folks were plainly unconcerned because they weren’t terrorists, after all. The government had no scores to settle with them.
And that’s why Fiona burst out laughing, echoing her father’s sentiment; there was a noticeable subtle tug at the corners of his lips.
Ewan, however, couldn’t afford the luxury of laughter; he was battling pain. He thought it was foolish for Fiona to laugh though, especially given the chilling way Athena had articulated her desire for justice against her enemies.
"Is something funny, Fiona?" Athena asked, her voice colder than ice.
Fiona cackled even louder, speaking between fits of laughter. "The black cells? Do you think I’m a child to be scared of them? Don’t you have another trick up your sleeve?"
Athena didn’t bother to respond. Instead, she turned to Elder Timothy. "Do I have the elders’ permission to take Fiona and her father away? I can punish them for the council."
But Elder Timothy was too startled to speak, just like the audience. Unlike Fiona, they took her words seriously.
Without waiting for a response, Athena signaled to Eric and Shawn to do what was necessary. The men nodded and stepped forward from the audience, moving into the space before the elders’ platform.
However, upon noticing the seriousness on their faces and the strange gait in their movements, Fiona realized that, perhaps, Athena really had access to the black cells.
This was the perfect moment to act!
She sprang to her feet and pushed the desk with all her strength, amazed as it quaked on its hinges.
"How dare you, Athena? Constance is going to deal with you!" She shouted thereafter, roughly pushing her father aside as she stormed out from the bench seat.
Without hesitation, she charged at Athena, who stared at her with a blank expression and a raised eyebrow, wondering what this new act was about.
But before Fiona could reach her, Eric seized her from behind.
"Let Constance go!" Fiona screamed, clawing at Eric’s face.
Fortunately, he was quick enough to hold her hands captive.
"Does she have multiple personality disorder?" One of the onlookers whispered.
"I think so," Another replied. "That could explain how she can be both evil and pretend to be good at the same time. It must be a side effect of the drowning incident."
"You fools! This is just an act! She is trying to escape justice, but that will not happen!"
"You think so?"
"I know so! That woman is worse than vermin! I hope the elders see this for what it is..."
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