Quroscuro

Bound

Warning the story will contain strong language and episode 4 spoilers. This story has been based of theories I have and deleted audio from the game. In this story Max hid the truth from Wells, was nice to Victoria, blamed Jefferson, didn't break Nathan's door and stopped Warren.

Max felt like she had been asleep for hours and maybe she had been, she was swept by a dizzy feeling making it feel like she had been cast out to sea. Nothing felt stable but Max could tell she was sat on a firm floor covered with some sort of canvas. She daren't move and she made a conscious effort not to make a peep of noise. She heard a voice coming from another room, the voice she recognized distinctly. The voice was soft and male it was not particularly low but not high pitched either. This voice was one that once bestowed knowledge, but it was now corrupted and tarnished past the point of any redemption. She felt personally betrayed, in anger she clenched her fists to feel something pulling against her skin from the shifting state of her hands. She opened one eye just enough to see her wrists had been bound with duct tape, Max could feel it pulling at all the tiny hairs. She peaked at the room and it was exactly what Max had feared; she was in the Dark Room.

She focused on the voice again and located it in the other room where all of the food and supplies were kept. She heard the heavy metal door open and the voice grow fainter, as the door shut and the voice disappeared out of it. Max took this opportunity to open her eyes fully and take in the situation at hand. She looked to her side to find another figure slumped there and to Max's surprise and momentary disgust it was the hunched figure of Nathan Prescott. Her disgust turned into intrigue.

"Why is he passed out? He's involved in this isn't he?" Max whispers to herself.

Her mind became frantic trying to understand what this all means when a groan escapes the Prescott.

"Peest" hissed Max trying to rouse Nathan, Another groan arises from Nathan as his eyes flicker open.

 He turns his head sluggishly.

"Motherfuckers!" He curses gaining consciousness.

 "Did they dose you too?" She inquired.

 "What did you think Caulfield? That I was taking a nap or some shit" he spat in a sarcastic tone.

 "Well even when you are drugged up to sin you are still typical Nathan" Max retorted.

 "I would speak to me in a nicer tone Caulfield, I could leave you here to meet your maker or I could get us the fuck out of here. But that's really down to how you decide to talk to me."

 This statement threw Max through a loop, first they drugged Nathan and now he's offering to help me get out of here? What the fuck is going on?!

 "Okay Nathan I'll play nice" she conceded "but I have questions, lots of questions".

 "Not now Caulfield, I will explain once we get out of here". He produce a small utility knife.

 Max noticed they hadn't taken as much care with Nathan his hands and legs were free of duct tape. He shifted over to Max using the knife to cut through the tape binding her wrists, he then pressed the handle of the knife into her hand.

 "I trust Mad Max can free her ankles without my help".

 "Thanks" She said as she set to work hacking off the tape.

 "Shit!" exclaimed Nathan. "He's taken my fucking gun, it's not fucking in here" his voice was a mix of pissed off and distressed.

 He starts to search through his jacket pockets throwing a packet of cigarettes and some other assorted junk onto the table. Until he finds what he has been looking for...it's a photograph.

This is my first fan fic so if you see anything in need of correcting feel free to message me.