Unhackable (Elliot Alderson/Mr. Robot)

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"Gods and Monsters" by Lana Del Rey
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Rapist.
Thalia squinted at Elliot, not understanding how or why Shayla Nico's supposed rapist would be pounding at Elliot's door at 7:30PM on a weekday. Did the guy not have a life or at least any shows to watch at this time?



"You need to leave." Elliot breathes quietly, his eyes widening as the hammering hits on his door continue.




Thalia stared back at Elliot, not amused. "So if I have this correctly, your drug dealer was raped, and now the man who committed the crime is knocking on your door?" She asks, cocking a dark brow skeptically. That seemed absurd even to someone with as bizarre of a double-life as herself.



Elliot stares at her. "How did you know Shayla is my-"





"I like to keep track of the perverts who hack my webcam." Thalia sniffs, examining her fingernails in a nonchalant  matter. "I know Shayla Nico is your dealer."







"I'm not a pervert-" Elliot trails off, his eyes watching his door as Fernando Vera continued to pound on it. He knew it was pointless to argue with the young woman on his couch. One of her many traits he's come to discover is stubbornness. Once she thought something, she  seemed to dig her nails into the idea with force.
Even though he's only known Natalia a very short time, there was something about her that keened Elliot's interest. She was a strange combination of fire and ice. Cold as a winter frost,  and yet she had a secret passion that burned as strong as a forest fire. There was something she was hiding - she held strong desire that drove and motivated her even if Elliot hadn't yet figured out what exactly what her secret was.
Natalia most definitely wasn't flawless - there was something she was hiding that made her just as dark and broken as anyone else in the world, but Elliot still found himself intrigued. Simply looking into Natalia's coffee-brown eyes made Elliot feel as though he actually developed an odd sort of attachment towards her. The mere thought of Vera laying one filthy dealing finger on her actually made Elliot want to shudder. It was a protective instinct, perhaps. He couldn't let Vera hurt Natalia like he hurt Shayla.


Gritting his teeth, Elliot comes forward gripping Thalia's forearm to pull her with him. He dragged her to the other side of the room before she began to squirm.  "I do not like to be touched." Thalia hissed, wiggling out of his grasp. She doesn't get far - Elliot pulls her in close by her slim arms, his eyes narrowing as Thalia's own eyes widen with surprise.




"Vera is a sick, twisted guy who gets joy from harming women. He. Will. Hurt. You." Elliot says through gritted teeth, before roughly taking Thalia and shoving her into a small room before closing the door. Turning around, Thalia finds he just shoved her into his tiny bathroom.



It was the alarm Elliot displayed that caused Thalia to pull out her best throwing knife. She didn't like rapists - back when she was a stripper, there were far too many pimps who felt the need to take advantage of the pretty girls. Unfortunately, Thalia had been one of the pretty ones. Long slim legs, decent curves with a heart shaped face and lovely lips. She had soft brown hair that curled on the end that accented her pretty features. The first and only time a man tried to take advantage of her, Thalia stabbed in the nut sack.
She was lucky she was able to join Raven-Hood by the time she was eighteen- more than likely stabbing the man would've gotten her killed by the men who ran the strip club if she hadn't left. How long had it been since she was last in New York - six, seven years?




"Yo - I heard you were messin' wit my girl again." A gruff voice calls as Elliot must've opened his door.

Eyes widening, Thalia realizes she recognizes that voice - it was all too familiar. Covering her mouth stops a gasp from issuing. The voice of this man seemed to resemble someone she knew back from her stripper days. There was a man named Amaro Vera who ran the strip club she worked for. He was a powerful guy who adopted the typical Mexican gangster personality of baggy jeans, white tank tops, and heavy gold chains.
He had two younger brothers that were apart of his low-level drug cartel in the inner city. They peddled their drugs from Mexico and pushed their working girls into selling them. Thalia joined the strip club while pretending to be a girl in need of a job. In actuality, she was trying to find information on her sister. Word on the street was Sarah had joined Bootlicious a couple of years earlier.
Thalia was the only girl who was fluent in Spanish. She knew quite well that all three Vera brothers were nothing but trouble. Rape was how they kept women in line. Sometimes, it wasn't only the ladies they did horrible things to of the sexual nature.
Thalia winced, realizing if Elliot was messing around with one of the Vera brothers special girls, he could easily wind up with a missing finger or a pool stick lodged up his ass. That's just the  kind of shit that happened when you messed around with the Vera cartel.




"What do  you want?" Elliot asked.




"What do I want, man? I wanna know why my little ho was messin' round with a client." The man says in a drawl.




Thalia pressed her ear against the door, determined not to miss a thing. If this girl Shayla was really a Vera  favorite, Elliot was screwed. Thalia couldn't place which brother the man sounded like. It was definitely not Amaro - he was too old, pushing his late forties. Miguel? The thought of it being him made Thalia nearly laugh. The man she stabbed for attempting to rape her could be in just the next room. The only positive to Miguel being here was Thalia knew she could easily take him whether he was armed or not.



"C'mere you little hussie." The man laughs, as the clicking of heels sounds before a loud thump occurs. A soft sniffle issues from someone, causing Thalia to wince. Shayla Nico had obviously been with the man when she entered the room. Thalia didn't only wince realizing Shayla was here - it was realizing who it is the voice belonged to. It was a voice full of Mexican cockiness and disrespect for women.
Fernando; AKA, Nando Vera.



Thalia should've realized if it was a rapist than the brother was Fernando. He was most hot-headed of the Vera brothers, but not the deadliest. Amaro was worse than his little brother, but Fernando probably had his brother beat by abusing women.



"You fuckin my girl?"