The Fires Of Boston: A Fallout 4 Fanfic

Trapped

I find myself inside of a small cell, down on my knees, arms chained to a wall. Where am I?
I'm wearing rags. I'm kneeling in dirt. I'm not sure how long I've been here, but it feels like its about three in the morning. It feels like somebody's nearby, but I can't see a foot away from me. I try to yank my hands from the chains, but its no use. I'm stuck here unless I find myself out.
"Why didn't I just die right there?" I ask to nobody in particular. "Nobody would've cared. Nobody would have noticed. I don't mean anything to anyone."
No reply. Maybe nobody's even here, I'm just getting defensive for no reason. I shake the chains again and my hands start to sting. I stop when the sting gets worse. I feel a warm fluid drip down my arms. My own blood, no doubt. I hear talking, but can only make out some words.
"Alexandria... Know... Lied... Not... Synth..." One person said, a woman's voice. Maybe Proctor Ingram?
"Doesn't... Why... He lie?" A man asked. Elder Maxson.
"Think... If he... Brotherhood... Sell her out... To regain..." The woman replied.
"... Ingram... I doubt... Not a synth... All, he's... Synth... Maybe..."
"I... Not a synth! She... Destroyed the Institute... She was..."
"Perhaps... He... her out?"
"... Dunno..."
"Get... Out..."
"Yes, sir," the woman says. I hear footsteps move towards me. I hear a gate opening and a single light illuminates Danse. He's wearing rags and chained up like me. He looks down.
"Proctor, do I have to do this?" he asks, not looking at me. He looks nervous.
"You have orders from Elder Maxson, and this is the only way." she replies, moving into view.
"But, this goes against my... Programming," he says, getting red.
"Danse," I say, impatient, "What do you have to do?"
"Unchain me, Proctor Ingram. Its the only way I can do this." She unchains him and he rubs his wrists. He walks over to me and kneels. His hair is messy and he hasn't had much sleep.
"Alexandria..." He begins, then looks up at me. His eyes are glazed over. He's sick. He coughs and looks down again. "I... You know I can't... Handle situations sometimes. You try to help me." He looks up again. "And, well, I always wanted to thank you for that, but... I didn't know how." Proctor Ingram tosses something to Danse and walks out.
"Danse??" I ask.
"What do you need, Alexandria?" He replies, moving strands of hair from my face.
"What's your point with all this? You abandon me to a horde of ghouls and I get kidnapped by the Brotherhood, and you're talking to me about this?" I growl. Danse stands up, no expression. He picks up the object Ingram tossed and opens it. Its a ring set, one male, one female. A set of engagement rings. He sets it down on the ground under me.
"I left that house to retrieve those rings, Alexandria. I didn't know my leaving attracted ghouls. I also didn't know you were chased because as soon as I found them, I was kidnapped, as well. I'm sorry," he says, sitting a foot away from me.
"Anyways," he says, closing the ring box, "I don't need an answer." He stands up and I swear, he looked like he wanted to stay. But he didn't. He turned on his heel and walked away. I hear the gate close, and then the light turns off, the only thing visible is the rings, shining a little in the little moonlight.

I've been here for three weeks. I've had only Cram for two weeks and one small cup of water per day.
"Why are you guys trying to keep me alive?" I ask myself constantly. I've slept only one hour every day, and my eyes are sore and swollen. My arms are sore and are bruised. My knees are scabbed and my legs are also sore. I probably won't be able to walk if I get out of here.
I cough. The sound echoes throughout the room and returns back to me. I look down at the ring set, unmoved since Danse set it down.
"Is this your way to fucking mess with me?!" I scream, "Why this?!" I try to stand up, but to no avail. I try to get my hands free to rub my bruises. I hear a snap. I repeat my motion and my left arm is free. I rub my right arm and I sigh. Then I look at the rings. I pick it up and look at the box. There's a note attached to the bottom of the box. I take the note off of the box and open it. Danse's scrawled handwriting shows darker than the original print from a textbook.

Alexandria, I know you are angry at me, and I get why, but this is for your own good. Trust me, it'll be over soon. I'll see you when you see this. -Danse

"Wait, what?" I ask myself, dropping the note. The ring box follows after, landing right-side-up on top of the note. I look at my other arm, still chained to the wall. I finally see that the chains were sawed-into, which explains why my weakened arms could get free. I free my other arm and sit down. I have no other choice. I sigh. I'm now hurting all over.
"Damn it," I say, picking up the box again, "Danse, you're too much work."