Unhackable (Elliot Alderson/Mr. Robot)

Chap.15)CRu3LTy.dat

 A/N  Chappie song "Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez
Dedicated to bbygallagher for the amazing cover
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I lost him.

How the hell could I have lost a sleeping junkie on withdrawal? Elliot could barely hold his head up let alone move by himself!
A quick search around the room proved to be useless. It was clear that Elliot was no longer here. He wasn't in the bathroom, and he wasn't hiding under bed playing hide and seek.



Still, I felt compelled to check for him under the bed regardless.




"How the fuck do you lose him Thalia?" I hiss to myself, moving to grab my bag. Fishing into it, I brandish my carry-with bottle of mouthwash. This day was now going bad enough without adding a nasty case of sewer mouth to the mix.
Elliot was talking to Mr. Robot; my blackmailer. What was severely pissing me off was Mr. Robot saying I was somewhat useless to his little cause. Why the hell recruit me to begin with if I'm so damn useless??
I understand he can't let me go now out of fear - he has reason to fear me. I want to bitch-slap him with my own little personal case of vengeance. Going to the bathroom, I quickly gargle and spit out the mouthwash. It was probably dumb of me to worry about Elliot. Odds are that he was with the mysterious Mr. Robot somewhere anyhow. Besides that, I never signed on to be Elliot Alderson's official babysitter - it's not my fault he's missing.

Throwing my messenger bag over my shoulder, I check to make sure I didn't drop anything of mine before exiting the motel. With Elliot gone there really isn't a reason to stick around this dreary place. I'm free to go back to the city and resume life. Darlene and Mr. Robot can't bitch about it anyway - Romero and Mobley left without me to begin with.
I quickly shut the door behind me, fishing once more in my purse to find my cell phone. I was so preoccupied with that I didn't realize someone was walking until I roughly smacked into their shoulder.

"Whoa! I'm sorry....I was..." But I trail off seeing that Elliot stands before me, a cruel look to him as he glances down at my face. He's back to being dressed in his black T and black hoodie. There was no longer a sickly pale look to him. Instead, there was a harsh pink under his eyes instead. He was high.
Elliot's aqua orbs looks cold and uncaring as he watches me. "Where did you go??" I question harshly, dismayed to find he's up and walking.
I expected him to still be on his sickbed after ruining my job last night.


"Out," he answered simply.

"Out?" I question skeptically, raising a dark brow.




"Is out not specific enough?" Elliot counters coolly, a harsh look to him as he watches me. He walks past me, nearly bumping my shoulder as he opens the door to the motel room. I can't help but follow him inside, slightly miffed by his attitude.



"You know, bitchiness doesn't look good on you." I reply icily, crossing my arms as I watched him.



"Wouldn't you know - you wear that color well." Elliot replies in the same slick tone as earlier. It was enough of an attitude that it caused my lips to part in surprise.
This was strange.  He wasn't the same. I've only known Elliot a handful of weeks, but he's usually a calm and quiet individual who doesn't really speak unless spoken to.

"What did you just say?"



Elliot turns to me, halting his search of his backpack. "Did I stutter?" He asked coyly, his blue-green eyes narrowing heavily at me.

This caused my eyes to narrow. "You're a piece of work, do you know that? Your ass got completely hammered after you stopped taking your little Morphine, you fucked up yesterday's mission, and you're throwing attitude at me?"



"You're a clever one," Elliot nodded sarcastically, throwing his cellphone into his bag before tossing it over his shoulder.
Never before have I heard him this purposely hurtful. He's been known to me to display sarcasm that silently calls me out sometimes, but nothing like this. Elliot quickly takes something out of a bag Mobley left behind before tossing it in his own bag. He's in such a rush, it's like he doesn't even notice me.


"So, what did you have to  take to pull yourself out of withdrawal?" I ask, knowing that's what this crappy attitude is about. Elliot's behavior is cold and clipped,  the pink under his eyes showing he's high on God only knew what. This wasn't normal behavior for him.



Elliot turns to look at me, a dirty look painted on his face. It actually caused me to frown. This was a new side of him I haven't seen before - it actually made me miss the times he's said he wants to be friends. This new drugged out side of him wasn't someone I liked. 


Elliot shrugged.
"It was a little bit of none-of-your-fucking business, mixed with get-the-hell-out-of-my-face," He answers callously.