Forever [o]

[Temperance C. Baron]

Dark onyx eyes meet crystal blue as she stares directly into the eyes of the prisoner serving her food. She moves down the line and receives a milk carton before moving away towards the tables. She went a smaller middle table, her table. No one sat there unless they wanted their eyeballs plucked out of their sockets. Temperance Cassandra Baron sits on a small seat and shoves her fork into the strange taco looking thing that rested on her foam tray and tears off a hunk of discolored meat and tortilla. She shoves it into her mouth, completely ignoring the sharp taste that reminded her of sweaty armpits. She swallows it down easily, already used to the disgusting food they gave to the 'scum of the Earth' as some people say.


Just as Temperance was done with her lunch and prepared to leave the cafeteria, something wet and gushy suddenly lands on her. She freezes, knowing the feeling of sloppy meat anywhere. She swallows the bite that was currently in her mouth, before slowly standing up, not even wincing at the sound of wet meat hitting the ground. The cafeteria goes silent for all were watching the young woman and the unfortunate soul who dared to even get near her enough to accidentally drop their food on her. Temperance turns slowly and narrows her dark onyx eyes at the tall figure of a man two times her age. The man rubs the back of his neck and says, "Sorry girl, I didn't mean to do that."
Temperance notices the laughs of his cronies two tables from her, and she knows he was lying. A dark smirk comes to her face and she says in her deep yet feminine voice, "Oh, you did not mean it? Interesting...I'm sure your friends would say otherwise you big fat buffoon." She was obviously American by the tone of her voice.
The man snarls at her, "What did you say, little girl?"


Her leg comes out of nowhere, and her foot connects with the prisoner's ugly and scarred face, sending him reeling backwards. Blood drips from his mouth and he stares wide eyed at her. Temperance simply stares at him and says, "Say sorry, buffoon."
The man shakes his head, "One little measly kick ain't gonna make me-"
Her leg comes down again, this time her heel bashing into his unprotected eye. He screeches in pain and falls back, hitting the cold tile floors of the cafeteria. Temperance stares down at him with unmerciful eyes before getting in his face and whispering, "Say you're sorry."
"No!"
The dark smirk returns to her face, this time only larger and she is on top of him in the next moment, holding him on the ground. She reaches up onto someones plate and grabs a simple plastic fork. She smiles dangerously as many creative and painful ideas of what do with the fork run through her mind and she settles with shoving the fork up his nose until it pained him beyond belief. She smirks at his nervous look as she flips the fork around and brings it towards his nose.
The man begins to struggle, "Y-you're crazy!"
Temperance stares at him for a moment before whispering, "Not crazy...creative." She suddenly shoves the blunt end of the fork straight into his nose, ignoring his gasp. She shoves it deeper and deeper and faintly notices the crowd of people around her. The man's gasps turn to yelps then to screams...then finally into sobs.


He has to say sorry several times before the sounds reach Temperance's acute ears and she finally lets him go. She stands up with graceful ease and walks away, leaving the man on the floor to take out the fork in his nose.