Tainted Trust | An HFJONE AU

Chapter 2 - "Chopped"

(No one's POV)

Airy wakes up, looking at his arm, which still has some wet, but mostly dried, blood around where the needle was. He sat there for a minute, thinking to himself.

What if I'll never be able to leave? And I'm stuck here, sitting in pain until I give into the suffering? What if I go crazy?

All these thoughts scared him. He didn't want to be left here. He knew he could handle being alone. But being in a single room with nothing alone isn't as easy, especially for a while. He thought back to ONE, the Plane, the contestants. He thought about how he thought he was a good host, how he ignored everyone's pleas to go home.

Airy was in the middle of the thought when the door opened. It was Liam, holding an axe. Airy felt fear, then remembering the Waiting Room, he calmed slightly, still somewhat scared of it hurting. He was confident that Liam would kill him when he walked up, and he closed his eyes, bracing himself. To his surprise, the axe went right through his arm, cutting it clean off in the middle. He tried to scream in pain, but we all know how well that would work. He opened his eyes and stared at Liam in agony and fear, Liam having a blank expression. He felt guilty. But, he still thought Airy deserved this, after forcing people to live on the Plane for a stupid competition show.

Liam left the room, leaving Airy alone with the pool of blood and his dismembered arm. He felt tears stream down his face as he struggled to stay calm about this. The careless expression. The arm besides him. The axe. It felt too much. Airy cried silently, wrapping him arm around himself, and staying close to the wall.

(Gray's POV)

I watch him through the window, watching him shake and cry from the pain. Liam re-enters the room and puts down the axe, sitting in a folding chair away from the window.

Grey: "What's wrong? I thought you hated him."

Liam: "I do. It's just- I don't know if really deserves his arm being chopped off." He looks to the floor, seeming to be somewhat regretful.

I think about when Liam was yelling at Airy about "the plane" and him breaking his leg twice because of him.

Grey: "Didn't he break your leg twice? Wasn't that extremely painful?"

Liam: "I fell off a pole the first time, which was my own fault. I tried killing him and he moved out of the way, and I hit a tree that was in the middle of being chopped and the tree fell on my leg."

Grey: "But ultimately it was his fault."

Liam: He sits there, thinking. "..yea. I guess you're right."

Liam sits there silently, and I look back at Airy. I can see that he is having trouble staying calm, considering that he just got his arm chopped off. I look to my side and see a mixed rubix cube. That thing has troubled me for months. I chuckle and grab the cube, proceeding to throw it into the room, figuring it'd give him something to do. After all, nobody's going in there with him.

Right?

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