Love me, Love me

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A/N: Hope you're enjoying so far. This one's from Gregory/Black's POV.

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I'm surprised people agreed with me. They should've had more reason than I did. I thought there were supposed to be rational people on that ship but they ended up being insane just like me. A disclaimer: I was not in the right headspace to be making decisions about our futures. It wasn't responsible of me to take the lead. But I did it anyway.

We had started to make weapons and come up with a battle plan. I was sure it was going to work, so sure that I had trusted Mateo to help. I had mostly everyone on my side but there were still a few who disagreed. Elena, Anya, Georgia, and most importantly, Arthur. He'd tried fifty different tactics of trying to get me to change my mind but none of them were working. I was adamant that we were going to fight and win.

I was standing in the cafeteria when it happened, using a slim piece of metal Mateo had made for sharpening weapons. I'd made a kind of sword out of scrap metal from the storage boxes. It was thin and long, a rubber handle at the bottom. There were tons of other swords on the other tables, axes and knives too. We were going all in because I insisted on it.

Anyway, I was sharpening my sword when I heard a slight chuckle from the hallway leading to Admin. I turned my head to see Elena there, smiling broadly. I felt my eyebrows pull together with confusion; she never smiled.

She took a step toward me, surveying the weapon in my hand. "You're sure about this whole war thing? I still think it's a bad idea."

"I know your opinion, no need to repeat it," I said, looking back down at my sword as I shook my head. Being stubborn was and always has been one of my strong suits.

She must be spending too much time with us, her accent is disappearing, I thought, frowning to myself.

There was a clattering to my left and before I could process what was happening, she was slicing an axe down on me. Due to rugby, my reflexes were better than most and my sword caught the axe just before it could strike me. I looked into Elena's eyes with wide ones, finding her expression gone completely insane. Her eyes were crazed, her forehead was sweaty, her skin was pale, her lips were turned up in a devilish smile. I'd seen that smile somewhere before...

"Elena, what the hell?" I asked, my voice strained as I worked my arms to keep her blade from scratching me.

"Come on, Greggie. You don't recognize me?" she wondered, eyebrows furrowing as she almost pouted at me.

My stomach twisted as I realized exactly who I was talking to. "Connie."

"Ding, ding, ding!" she said excitedly, expression contorted to something that definitely didn't suit Elena. "You get a prize!"

In one fluid motion, she took her blade off mine and swung it at my stomach. I quickly feinted backward as I fell on my butt on the ground. I scrambled backward as she walked toward me at a quick pace. As I tried to stand, she stepped hard on my foot which caused me to yelp in pain.

"I'm afraid it's not going to work out," she said, sounding genuinely disappointed as she pouted. "I think I'll keep you someplace safe until I can find someone else to send out with you."

I pulled my foot from under hers no matter how much it hurt, running away with a painful limp. I stumbled down the hallway outside Medbay, hands stopping on walls to support myself as I heard her scratchy voice from behind me. She sounded infinitely angrier now.

"Greggie! No one's going to help you! I don't want to sound like a cliché murderer but... YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!"

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The station was in the countryside of Washington. They wouldn't tell me exactly where we were going but it was colder for March. It kind of bothered me that I wasn't home for Sabrina's birthday but she understood. She was far too excited when I left, talking about all the cool shit I was going to see. She seemed more excited than I was.

When I'd arrived, I saw a wide building with fields surrounding it for miles. They had brought me inside and down several white halls before stopping at a door. They told me it was my room and training would start in the morning. The training was something I'd never experienced before.

They strapped me into spinning chairs, they trapped me in a small room for almost a week, they taught me how to walk with no gravity, and other exhausting activities. I spent my nights sleeping peacefully or succumbing to my anxious thoughts and staring at the ceiling. The only thing that kept me going was the thought that others were going through the same as I was. They were being trained and hating it or loving it. Either way, they knew what I was going through. I just wished they'd let me meet them already.

Maybe it was best they made us wait a little longer, that's what made it easier to detach.

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"Help!" I shouted, voice feeling raspy as I rushed down hallway after hallway. "Help! Someone!"

I could hear lingering footsteps behind me, signifying that she was still coming. I ran through Storage and then past Communications, heading to the girls' dorm. I figured at least one of them had to be there. So, I pushed myself through the doorway to find Juniper and Georgia sitting across from each other on the beds. They both looked up from their conversation, immediately standing and rushing to me.

"Gregory! What happened?" Juniper asked, making me sit down as she touched my leg.

"Elena, she's not herself," I struggled to say, feeling my breaths getting heavier from the running.

"What do you mean?" Georgia asked, pressing her hand to my forehead to check my temperature.

"She's Connie," I said, shaking my head as my eyes fluttered open and closed.

"Aunt Connie?"

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"I still don't understand why I can't take off with the others," I said, frowning.

"You're all going to take off separately," Connie said, nodding as she continued that smile with me.

"Isn't it better to meet them sooner rather than later?" I said, throwing my hands out to the sides in anger. "I'm going to spend god knows how long with these people-"

"Greggie," she cut me off, her smile a little stiff now. "Everything will go according to plan, no need to worry. So, get on that rocket and up to the space station so I can stop worrying about what you might do."

That should've been my first red flag. I should've known then that something was very wrong here. I should've rethought my decision and gone back to London. I doubt they would've let me if I tried to leave. These people are worse than I ever could have imagined. So, whoever's reading this, please get me out of here. If you're anyone but Connie, have a little empathy and help me escape. And if you are Connie, you can go fuck yourself.

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