Chapter 3 {Scarlet}

I wake up my hands cuffed together, my sword, knife, and top hat are nowhere to be seen. I lean back in my chair, putting my feet on the table, crossing my arms best I can with the handcuffs. I wait in the bland room, staring at the wooden door. This is so boring! I tip back the my chair, balancing on the back legs. I honestly don't know why they're being so dramatic about all of this! It's not like I killed anyone! Today.

Suddenly footsteps echo down the hallway, they are light but measured. I listen intently, this may be the person who will interrogate me. I'm guessing someone not too old, a soldier, perhaps, definitely a man. Metallic clicking and scraping tells me he is struggling to put the key in the lock, he must be nervous. I focus my attention on the door as it opens. A tall young man with a handsome face and strawberry blonde hair enters the room. He sits down on the chair opposite me as I raise my eyebrow.

"What do you want?" I ask scornfully.

"I'm Sir William Rogerson, here to interrogate you."

"Great."

"Would you please remove your feet from the table?"

"No."

William lets out an exasperated sigh.

"This is going to take forever isn't it?"

"Not if you let me go!"

Ignoring my comment William proceed to pull out a sheath of papers and a pen. He looked up at me expectantly. I stared back at him leaning my chair back further, wanting him to break the silence, because I certainly won't.

"Please state your name for the record."

"Depends on who's asking."

"I am!" he says, frustrated.

I smirk, then let my chair fall forward, the legs, making a satisfying crack on the floor. William jumps a bit, then realizes it's the chair.

"Sparrow, Captain Scarlet Sparrow, if you must know."

"I like that name, it suits you," William says, blushing, then he comes to his senses, and continues the interview.

"Captain of what anyway?"

"My ship, the Red Swan fastest you'll ever see," I brag.

"What do you have a thing for birds or something?" He asks jokingly.

"I didn't name myself or my ship," I say seriously.

Tension rises in the room, I glare at him. William clears his throat and picks up his paper.

"You've been charged with thievery from the high security government archives, an offence against the crown. And destroying public property, holding a young lady captive, and causing a public disturbance."

"You forgot that I destroyed that carraige!" I say leaning over the table to read the paper upside down. It had my name and age on it and the information about my crimes of the day.

"You seem a bit young to be committing a federal crimes, how old are you anyway?"

I gasp in mock offence.

"Didn't your mother tell you never to ask a woman's age?"

"Didn't your mother tell you never to commit crime," he retorts.

Well, he does have some backbone after all.

"Touché," I say, grinning, "I'm 20 years, if you must know. You seem young to be interrogating me, how old are you?"

"21, and my father got me this job," William says curtly.

"Ooh, trying to impress daddy are we?" I taunt.

William lets out a suppressed smile, then looks down at his papers, shuffling them around. He's nervous, he keeps shuffling his papers and tapping his foot. He let me play him, ask him questions. He's not very good this, I glance over at his papers again. Words are scratched out, he doesn't know what he's doing. This is his first large assignment. He just got promoted I'm already captured, but not a petty thief a good first case. Or so he thinks.

"You have been charged with ten years of prison," he grimaced, "do you have anything to say in your defence?"

"In my defence the whole adventure was very fun."

He chuckles softly, looking up at me as I give him a goofy grin. He stands up and walks around the table. He unlocks my handcuffs from the table and re-cuffs them on my wrists. He holds my arms and walks me out of the room. We walk along a long dark hallway, its made of stone and everything looks slightly damp.

"It's really a shame you know," I say.

"What is?"

"Me being all locked up, in another world I think we could've been friends."

"Oh," he grins, "I guess so."

He leads me to a cell. I turn to him to the best of my ability, my hands being tied behind my back and all.

"You're pretty good for your first case," I say.

"Thank yo-" he pauses and stares at me in bewilderment, "how did you- but I-" he stutters.

"You are so easy to read," I whisper under my breath.

He shakes his head as if to clear it, then unlocks my handcuffs and pushes me in quickly shutting the metal door. I look at him through the bars of my cell reproachfully.

"No need for the ruff treatment!"

"Just because you're nice doesn't mean you won't try and escape."

"Well, you don't know me at all then!"

"What you won't try to escape?" He asks confused.

I look into his eyes with malic, keeping my face stonny.

"No, I'm not nice."

~William walks back into the interrogation room, and picks up the file labed Scarlet Sparrow. He quickly scribles the word captian infront of the name with a small smile. This was an odd case indeed though there was something even odder about the girl. The way she was able to read him, it reminded him of something though he couldn't put his finger on it. He open the file and looked at his work which was slopy. He then decided to see if there was any other information on her. This girl had enticed him she didn't seem malious in anyway she seemed like she was having fun. Now that William thought back on it there was a harder look in her eyes, an intellegant calculating look that she had tried to hid behind her mask of humor.

Under the paperwork of her current arrest there was only one file, a charge of petty theft, that was it. This was exretemly odd, he had this feeling he had heard of her before, he had never paid much mind to her and now he couldn't figure out where. But having no other information then what he had gotten today was odd.

Completely engrossed in this case William decides to do more research on Scarlet Sparrow. He walks down the halls of the prison and makes his way down to the archives. The archives are where the government keeps files on everyone in England, and there is sure to be something about Scarlet there. William walks into the dark room and turns on a gas light. The eire light reveals a maze of wires on pulleys, on the wires files on people are clipped on. William turns to the control desk, there are three sections with levers. The first has the label of 'last name', it has all the letters of the alphabet, the second section has the label 'first name' and also has letters, the third has the different cities and of England. William observes these for a second before going to the panel for last names and pulling the metal lever down to the notch marked S. There's a loud metallic sound of grinding gears fills the room. The wires start to move around the room, papers transferring and fluttering, then they come to a halt, the files on people with last names that start with S hang in front of him. This is a long list and would be much too hard to search through, so William pulls the first name lever to the letter S as well. Files start to zip off down the line leaving only eight fort William to look through. One by one he unclips the files searching for any mention of Scarlet Sparrow, but she's not there. William frowns and thinks for a second, the first thought is that it could be an alias. Then he shook off that thought, he hadn't seemed to be lying about anything, in fact she seemed comfortable to share information. So then why was she not in the files? He quickly checked for the name of Scarlet's ship and when nothing came up he gave up the task. He had a party to get to anyway and his father would be very displeased is he was late.~