So Long and Goodnight

Katie’s POV
We were each given a phone call, but we refused to say a word. We literally haven’t made a sound to them. But of course, we have been communicating to each other, since I was put in a cell with Lily, we use sign language. I assume Gerard was put in a different part of the jail, as he is signifigantly older than us.
But Max and Zepplin were each put in the same cell, but of course, all three were in the male region. I’m the only one who hasn’t been interrogated, according to Lily. So right now I’m just waiting to be brought in for questioning.
“Katie Yourne.” Says a woman’s voice in front of me. I look up and see the jail warden glaring down at me. “Time for your interrogation session.” I sigh and stand up, walking towards the bars, as she unlocks them and opens them, releasing me from the cell. She leads me towards the door into the dull grey room.
I open the heavy steel door and she watches me, making sure I don’t try to run off. I don’t. I just enter.
It’s exactly what you’d imagine to come straight out of a movie. The whole room was dark, there were no windows. The only light was extremely bright, focusing on the centre of the desk that was in the middle of the room. There was empty chair and I sat down, the chair on the other side of the desk was occupied was the outline of a figure, barely noticeable as he was on the other side of the light.
“Katie Yourne.” He says. “The one name we haven’t said in this room. Tell me, why did you kill Steven Holmon?”
I don’t say a word.
“Alright, you don’t seem to want to say anything about that. How about Ridley?”
I keep silent.
He slowly angles the lamp so it’s facing me.
“None of the others wanted to talk, either. It’s not surprising. Come on, just tell me. We already know it was you from the security camera footage we were able to recover.”
He’s bluffing, Zepplin turned off the security cameras and replaced them with looped footage. He has nothing. No proof. How did he find out? Beats me.
“Keep quiet, fine. But that, in the end, could stop you from doing something good.”
Good? How would turning my friends and me in be good?
“You do know that we are permitted to do many things to be able to get you to speak.”
His face stays in the shadows. He can torture me all he wants. I won’t crack. So I stay silent, and he leans back in his chair, opening a drawer and taking out a phone, holding it by his index finger and thumb, as if he didn’t want to get too many fingerprints on it.
He opens up the phone and lightly punches in a number.
“Hello, Xavier? I’m just calling to confirm you still have Mr Zepplin Talmon in confinement, and that we are permitted to use torture against him? Yes, thank you.”
He sets the phone down again.
What I do next is something that I could never think of doing in any other circumstances. I stand up and slam my fists once against the table, taking the lamp and shining it directly on the man in front of me.
He gives no expression of shock on his pale face. He look like he’s in his 20s, shaggy black hair, probably obscuring most of his vision. He has large dark circles under his eyes, like he hasn’t slept in weeks, and he’s sitting with his legs on the table, his chin resting on his knees. But he looks calm as ever.
“Now listen here, bxtch. I have nothing to say to you, I will not have anything to say to you, and sure as hell, if Zepplin was in trouble I would have found out. You might wanna actually try pressing the send call button on your phone before you try to fake a call.
So never, never lie about his safety.”
“Interesting.” He says. “Your deductive reasoning isn’t bad. But I assure you, that simulation was quite simple compared to the intricate plans we could arrange.”
I glare at him. But all of a sudden, the door opens, light flooding in, causing me to shield my eyes. Warden is looking at us.
“I’m sorry, sir, I’ve been asked to take out Katie and bring her to the conference room.”
“Of course.” He says, not even looking at her.
I stand up and follow warden out of the room, to a much lighter room.
I walk in, and warden shuts the door behind me, coming inside. Inside the room is Gerard, Zepplin, Lily and Max. At the end of the table is a man I haven’t seen before, much older than my interrogator.
I take a seat next to Lily and the man begins talking.
“I’ve been told to bring you all here due to the speakings of Max Bournson. Would you like to speak now?” he looks over at Max, and Max smiles standing up taking a small device out of his ear. One of the recorders that Zepplin gave us. I check to see if mine is still there, it is. I can’t believe I forgot I had it.
“Thank you, sir.” He says standing up. “Now, we were never told to give up any weapons or personal possession we had on us, we were only searched and taken of what they found, which was virtually nothing. So, all in all, having this earpiece is not against any of the rules we were told.
Now we were told we were under arrest for the murder of Steven Holmon and Ridley Norman. But by law we should be free to go right now without any further investigation.”
“And why is that?” the man snaps back.
“Because I have evidence, that’s why.”
And he turns on the playback device, playing back the recording of when we were arrested. I remember it as he words hit me. And then he turns it off.
“You didn’t play all of it.” Says the man, narrowing his gaze.
“Oh, but I did. You can check if you want. The officers who arrested us did not recite the Miranda rights, which is involuntary. You are keeping us here illegally against our consent right now due to the acts of your own men.”
The man looks at us and curses under his breath. Every set of eyes in the room widen, and they all go to Max.
The man stands up from his chair and whispers something to warden in the corner and she sighs, walking out and returning shorty with a box. “Here are your belongings, are you are from here on out permitted to leave.”
Everybody gasps, and a grin breaks across my face. We run up and grab our things, laughing and smiling, and we walk out, ignoring the confused expressions of the receptionist.

Gerard’s POV

Once everyone’s outside, we all embrace Max in a hug. After all, he was the one who saved our asses.
Now we can finally leave. We can finally go, and live normally again. Of course, we’ve probably all been affected by this somehow, and we’ll probably never be the same as we were before, but at least we can leave this. We can leave it alone.
We’re also stuck with some memories that we could never un-imagine, and we’ve had losses, but all in all, justice was served, both ways.
Our journey was long, and difficult, but in the end, we were left to go back to how we once were. And I think that’s all that matters.

Notes

Ok, this is the last normal chapter. I will do an epilogue because it was requested, and I'll also do a poll to see which story I should do next, and once I have the comment results in I'll start working on that one. So once I put up the poll after the epilogue, could all of you guys try to vote? It would mean the world to me.
Thanks, happy reading ^_^