𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆, 𝘁𝗹𝗼𝘂

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ. ᴍʏ ᴇɴᴅ

MERCY
❝ a deal... ❞

    DAWSON + LANCE NOW —

Fucking fireflies. Fucking fedra. Lance couldn't  decide who he hated more, the group who blew his older sister up in the street or the military group who hung his mother for stealing medicine to save him.

He was only fourteen when he was left to battle this world on his own. He had no one else, nothing else. Atleast not inside the quarantine zone, but after tonight all of that would change. He just didn't know it yet.

Dawson glanced back at the younger boy as he stepped into their apartment, Lance rolled his eyes as he felt the mans rage radiating off him.

Lance pushed the door shut as he spun around leaning back against the kitchen bench. "I said I was sorry, alright." He shrugged averting his gaze to the ground.

"So you've said..." Dawsons voice trailed off as he took a seat, taking his flask of vodka from across the table. "Four times in the past month." Lance jerked his jaw to the side shaking his head as he pushed off the bench.

"They killed my sister." Dawson sighed, pressing the flask to his lips. "Lance.. I took care of that."

Lance stared at the man for what felt like ever, eventually bowing his head. "She's still alive." The younger boy mumbled, leaning forward on the dinning chair that didn't match the rest.

Dawson froze, setting his flask back down. "We talked about this. She is..." his frown rose slightly at his words. "Harder to get to."

Lance clenched his jaw harder than ever before, Dawson was sure he'd heard him chip a tooth. "Just— leave it, Lance."

The boy stared at the older man for a moment longer, standing up straight. "Yeah, your right, I should leave it to Kam. She already marked her for death."

Dawsons gaze strayed from the wallpaper that hug to the walls and back at Lance his gaze softened slightly. "I gotta go. Stay here." He muttered as he stood, taking the pistol that was strapped to the table under his shirt.

"To see Joel." Lance stated.

Dawson glanced around the room shrugging almost. "To beg them to let you come with us... yeah." Lance clenched his jaw again, "well.. can I come— and before you say no—"

"No." Dawson mumbled as he wrapped his fingers around the door handle, not daring to look back as he left their apartment. Lance scoffed, inching back further to sit on the sofa.

Dawson walked up the hall to the next level, a clear pathway made by the civilians that crowded the hall. Glancing at the apartment over from Joel's as a baby cried out from inside.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

Once he'd reached the apartment, Joel, Rune, Kamari and Tess shared, although the sisters had their own but they spent more time in Tess and Joel's for it to be considered a home.

Tess glanced at the door as he entered, sighing. "Lance.." she mumbled, turning back to face the kitchen stove as her pot of water boiled.

Dawson nodded, shaking his head as he'd gotten a glimpse at the bruising around Tess' eye. "I know, Tess. Im—" Tess hummed, shaking her head. "—what's this, what the fuck happened?" Dawson asked, pointing at the woman's eye.