Twisted

Chapter 10: Captain Magnus

Charlie

I was left trying to curl up sobbing. The doctors removed all the IV's and tubes, all the monitors were ripped off, they piled everything on to their metal carts and left. Janson lead the others out of the room, discussing the excellent results I was giving them. 

I couldn't move, my wrists still strapped, I could feel the sharp stinging of the fresh cuts. I shivered with the drying sweat. My head was pounding, my throat hurt from screaming. I must have bit my lip during the session, I tasted blood. My entire body hurt, every muscle felt like I ran the maze for 24 straight hours. I was exhausted. 

There was loud heavy footsteps beside me and I jumped. Fear spiked through me, I jerked my head up at the new threat. I had just relived Tommy's death, the death of Newt, and Minho, Frypan, Alby, Chuck, Ben, Fred, Vinny, Jax, Winston, Clint and Jeff. I had to relive each and every single death, it was so burning torture. I watched strapped to an operating table as they ripped baby Bean from my tummy. And then I had to watch over and over as Gally was killed in every single way humanly possible. Fear was a constant in my life. I flinched hard when I heard the footsteps.

"It's just me, Scrappy." A deep voice rumbled. 

I just whimpered, trying to curl up on myself. 

"I'm going to undo the restraints now," Captain Magnus said. 

He undid the metal bands and I turned onto my side and curled up in the chair, holding my bloody hands to my chest. I heard footsteps and then the sharp noise of metal on metal. I jerked my head up, my heart was pounding and my eyes wide in fear, it sounded like the noise the Grievers made. 

"It's just the stool." 

I lay curled tight, all my muscles tense, ready to fight or flee. Captain Magnus picked up the stool instead and placed it down in front of the chair, he sat down and held a hand out. 

"You looking for a high five?" I asked weakly. 

The corner of his scared lip twitched, and there was a small flicker of something in his intense blue eyes. 

"Your wrists. I'm going to clean and wrap them." 

"Why? I spat, "It'll just reopen tomorrow." 

"Because, Scrappy, you're my charge right now, and my charges wont bleed on the beautiful sparkly white floors." 

There was just enough of a sarcastic infection in his voice that made me pause and really look up at him. Through my hazy tear filled eyes I thought maybe I saw pity or sadness. 

"They'll get infected. The bandages might cushion the restraints tomorrow." He said flatly, still holding his hand out. 

I slowly let a trembling hand extend and placed it in his large outstretched one. He inspected it first, then started to clean the blood away. 

"Did you see everything?" I asked quietly. 

He just nodded. 

"Scrappy?" I whispered, it reminded me of the name Alby gave me. 

He shrugged. 

"Reminds me if Snips- a friend...gave me that name...'cause I was snippy with all the guys."

I saw his lip twitch again.

"Snips." He rumbled.

I didn't say anything else, my eyes were so heavy, but I was terrified to sleep. What if my dreams were just as bad as my waking? I didn't have Newt or Gally here to help me through them. I was alone. Captain Magnus finished wrapping both wrists in fresh white bandages. He stood up and without a word he scooped me up out of the chair. He carried me down the halls. I just whimpered, trying not to cry more. He reminded me of when Gally scooped me up without asking. My exhausted eyes slid shut, and I turned into this huge Captain. It was probably not a good idea, he worked for WICKED, he worked directly under Janson, but...I was starved of human contact. This was the closest to a hug I had in three weeks of fear and torture. I curled into his chest and a few tears leaked out, wishing it was Gally instead of a strange WICKED Captain.