Change of Perspective

Four

What are you going to do?
I have no clue
Stay with them?
As they're in prison?
What's our other option?
Try to get out of here?
How?
Same way we've been getting around.
And get lucky again.
What do you mean?
We've been lucky no ones tried to do experiments on us yet.
Oh...
And what about Dean?
Death penalty...
Don't they get a trial?
Something tells me their running proved them guilty.
They still get a trial.
Not if they aren't in our dimension.
Oh.
And I get the feeling we aren't in our dimension.
Why?
It doesn't feel right, and we wouldn't have been in another room.
It doesn't feel right...
It just doesn't.
We can't be with him when they...do it.
We can...
Yeah, sitting on his corpse as they do whatever they do to bodies.
There in his last moments...
How do they even kill them?
I don't know.
This would be a good time to be sucked back in that wormhole...
Yeah.
I still don't want to just leave them.
But I don't want to be here to see them suffer...
Wish they could come with us...
And hopefully not end up tiny...
Yeah.
Would they want that?
I don't know, maybe?
No use thinking about it though.
We probably won't ever get back.
Most likely.

I look up at Dean, or the top of his head. Hair fell haphazardly, his breathing deep and even.

His fingers twitched, and I sat down against them. Crossing my arms, looking at all the sleeping forms around me.

"Dean..."

There wasn't an immediate reply.

"Thought you were sleeping."

"No, thinking."

"Don't waste your thoughts on me."

"Wasn't thinking about that."

He lifted his head.

"After...?"

"Yeah."

"You better figure it out soon. I'm probably dead tomorrow."

"Don't you get a trial?"

He laughed dryly.

"Not when I admitted to the crime."

My mouth dropped.

"You..."

"Do you think I'd lie? When I felt so guilty after? I wanted death."

"Why'd you run then?"

"Because, there were two kids that came to my door who pleaded for me to come with them."

"Jerra-"

"No, Ross and Trace."

"Ross?"

"He might seem like the leader now, but when he first went AWOL he was ready to piss his pants. I was the kid to go to if you were in trouble."

The question forced its way out. "Who did you kill?"

He paused, his face going blank, shoulders tensed.

I was about to take it back when he replied.

"Which one?"
Which...
One...

"There's...more than...one?"

He nodded.
Oh my gosh.
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
"All." I choke.

He nods again, taking a deep breath.

"First, was my dad."

"Second, my mom."

He stops.

"Third...my girlfriend."

"Fourth..."

"My kid."

"Then, I tried to kill myself."
Oh
My
God.

No words came out of my mouth. I was frozen as he started crying. Frozen as he set me down. Frozen as he curled into a ball and broke.

I was still frozen when someone else cupped me into their hand and took me away from the slumped mass that had been Dean.
Four.
Four.
Four.
His
Kid
A
Kid
His
Kid.

"Allie."

"Please say something."

"Allie."

"Ross."

"What?"

"I think she's in shock."

"What happened?"

"I think Dean told her."

"He's still crying."

"Let him get it out."

"Is she gong to be okay?"

"What's going on?"

"Allie's in shock."

"Oh."
Sleep
Beautiful darkness
Embrace me
Black nothingness
Nonexistent
No light.

"Is she alive?"

"I can't tell."

"Oh my-"
Nothing

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