The Last War

Chapter 81

Y/n pov

I sit with my back against the wall and my knees to my chest. My eyes stare hazily at the ceiling. The dark, dreary ceiling. No matter how hard I try my brain keeps going back to the awful memories I thought I had buried. It makes me want to slam my head against this wall until all I see is darkness. But there's this small amount of self control that keeps me from doing this.

My attention turns to Sam who is unlocking the door to the cell. "Get up." He demands as he opens the door and steps inside.

  "No thanks." I state and stare at the wall in front of me.

  "You wanted to leave so desperately, well here's your chance. Get up." He urges.

"Why? So you can take me to be tortured?" I scoff and don't move a muscle.

He clearly doesn't like my answer as he barges into the cell. Then he grabs my by the arm forcefully and drags me out of the cell.

  "You're coming with me." He orders as he pulls me through the hallway.

  "Uh I don't want to come with you." I exclaim exaggerating the you.

  He keeps walking and suddenly stops. "What?! No I didn't mean- gross." He scoffs and looks me dead in the eye.

  "Hey you said it." I smile as I'm clearly annoying him.

  He shakes his head as he takes a deep breath, and then continues walking.

  "I can walk you know." I state.

  "I never doubted it. I just can't have you escaping." He replies and opens one of the doors with his key card.

Sam drags me all the way through the prison, not letting go of me. I just let him because what else am I to do. Plus he has the key cards, I'll be easier to escape if I'm outside the prison.

He stops as we get near the front desk. I hear him rummaging through a drawer. Then he pulls out handcuffs.

I have a lot of words right now. "Sorry Sam, I'm not really into that kind of stuff." I say barley able to contain my laughter.

His eyes open wide and in complete shock or anger at what I had just said. "I would appreciate it if you'd stop with these so called jokes." He urges as he puts the handcuffs on my wrists.

"Did I mention that I hate you?" I blurt out as he yanks me forwards, towards the exit.

He doesn't respond and takes me over to a horse that is randomly tied to a fence.

"Get on." He demands.

"If I am to get on, I kinda need help. I mean I can't use my hands and that horse is really tall." I state and roll my eyes.

He scoffs and helps me onto the horse. Then he gets on behind me and grabs the reigns and the horse takes off. We pass a lot of forest. I'm not entirely sure where he's taking me. But I can't let him get too far from the SMP.

I look around and decide to just elbow Sam. The horse stops running as Sam lets go of the reigns. I start to move myself off the horse, but Sam grabs my and pulls me back.

"Let go of me." I exclaim, attempting to push him off of me.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way, choose." He urges whilst still fighting me.

"Yeah if you thought I'd make this easy, you must be insane." I grunt.

His arm wraps around my body, limiting my arms. "You asked for it." He states and pulls a syringe out from the bags on the horse.

The moment I see what he has I begin to struggle even more. "No Sam please don't! Sam please!" I shout at the top of my lungs.

I feel the needle prick my skin and he stops restraining me. I immediately jump off the horse, landing on my knees. My vision begins to spin as I stand up. No you can't give in, I have to get away from him. The second I get to my feet I start to run.

The world around me is blurring and I can barley see where I'm going. My eyelids feel so heavy, and I can barley feel my legs. Everything is moving so fast. So I slow down and stop to take a breather. As I stop everything amplifies and my legs give out.

Right before I pass out I feel someone catch me. The last person I see is Sam. "You're just like him." I mutter referring to Dream as the world begins to disappear, my eyesight fades and everything around me feels senseless.

Quackity pov

Sam should be here by now. What's taking so fucking long? Ugh. I look around everything I've accomplished. My nation will thrive, it will be much better than L'manburg. It won't fail. Wilbur didn't know what he was doing. He just played president and that's what got him killed.

"Uh Quackity?" Someone questions.

I refocus my attention to them. "Purpled what can I do for you?" I ask.

"You said you needed me once I finished doing what I was doing." He states.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot. Sam is bringing Y/n here and I want you to guard her room. She has a tendency to try an escape." I pause. "And you, you're one of the best fighters here."

"Why is she coming here?" He asks.

"I'm going to torture her until Dream breaks. I want that revive book and I don't care what I have to do to get it." I explain.

He nods and heads inside. Right behind him I see Sam approaching. Y/n passed out on his horse. He stops the horse and gets off, then he grabs Y/n and holds her in his arms.

"Where do you want me to take her?" Sam questions.

"Follow me, we're going to the top." I state and lead him inside the hotel.

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