Captain

Asking The Real Questions (Knox)

"Are you okay?"

Knox yelped as his vision that had been blurred, cleared and was hit in the face with Aaron's eyes staring at him curiously through the bathroom mirror. The man had been right behind him, smiling creepily and amusingly. Knox's toothbrush fell out of his mouth from the shock of suddenly being snuck up on. It hit the sink with a clang and settled at the bottom. He hissed in mild irritation and surprise.

"What the fuck, Aaron?"

"You looked so out of it, mate. What's got your panties in a twist?"

Aaron stepped closer, lifted his hands and placed them on Knox's shoulders, then leaned in to whisper in his ears.

"Come on, tell me,"

Knox slapped him in the face, with the back of his hand and shrugged out of his hold, sidestepping over to the right next to the toilet.

"I'm not thinking about anything but since you wanna know so badly, it's because of the fucked up situation you got me in,"

Aaron chucked while holding his bruised face. He rubbed his nose and glared at Knox with one eye open and the other closed.

"You do know it was you who wanted to screw over the Captain? All of this could have ended at a stupid bet." He reminded, "You went all gaga over this shit."

Knox stared at the man wordlessly, stewing in the prickled mood he woke up in. He couldn't believe the man was throwing this back at him. Knox's hackles have been shot and fired since that meeting he had with Victor. He felt like ants were crawling up his back every time he remembered the man's amused face and smiling lips. The disgust at the image stuck to him for days. The feeling of dread embedded into his consciousness and twisted under his skin.

He had to watch his back every single fucking time, he pulled out his phone to text in that goddamn dating app. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him to be highly conscious of Victor but these days, he had been even more critically aware of the man. He even flinched at shadows that hovered over his shoulders.

Knox would chalk it up to him feeling eyes on him around every corner. It had tilted him a small tad bit off his rocker. He couldn't really tell the fucker in front of him that he felt like he was being watched.

The feeling he got each time was a horrible sense of spine-chilling blood lust and anger. The hair on his nape would stand on edge and he would shiver, twisting towards the direction he felt it was coming from. It was like a gun was being pointed at his head.

"Have you even made any progress, mate?" Aaron asked. He reached down and took up Knox's toothbrush from the sink and threw it to him. Knox caught it with one hand and huffed. He breathed out, not really happy to answer all these questions at 8 am before breakfast. Morning call had been a bitch, but this time, Victor had ignored him—barely using him as a scapegoat to put forward all the disappointments he had with his team.

The man didn't even look at him this morning. He walked past a single meter away, brushing his arm over Knox's face with his army jacket's sleeve and glanced down at him with a sharp gaze but not one moment after that, was Knox's presence acknowledged.

And it had been the same for the previous days. The eerie cycle repeated one too many times that it was becoming nauseating. Knox would tell anyone he was overjoyed if they asked. He had finally graduated from being the little representative of Victor's presentation of fuck ups the man liked to put on. He should be overjoyed but he was feeling entirely opposite. It was more so of an uncanny sense of displacement. He had no clue how to describe the gut-wrenching, stabbing, feeling of dread that was curtailing through him from Victor's new act.