End Of The Line (SeaMexican)

Day 4038 5:53 a.m.

Adam let out a noise he didn't even know he could make as Sark grabbed his arm, yanking him from beneath the bed. He screamed bloody murder, trying to desperately grab at anything he could to just get away from Scott. The man's grip was surprisingly strong, and tugged him out of his hiding place within seconds.

Max tackled Scott, trying to allow Adam a moment to escape. The man fell backwards and hit the ground, but never loosened clutch on Adam's arm.

Max lunged for the gun on his bedside table, but Sark beat him to it. He held the pistol to the side of Nanners's head, standing ever so slowly.

"Pathetic, Gonzalez. When it comes down to it, you can't save anyone. Not even Adam. You screw up everything." Scott scowled, yanking Adam to his feet. "I trusted you. I thought that when I won Adam you knew to back off. You're lucky I didn't kill you on the spot. And this is how you repay me?"

"You can't win him. He's not a prize. He chooses who he wants." Max stood frozen in place, not wanting to lunge at Scott in fear of him pulling the trigger.

Sark used his free hand to trail his hand sensually down Adam's side, smirking as he whispered into his ear. "You choose, huh? Who do you choose, princess? Max or me? Death or a life of happiness? I know you're smart, that's why I chose you.."

Adam felt the bile rise in his throat as Sark touched him, the unwanted contact sending uncomfortable shivers up his back. "I- Scott. Please don't do this."

Sark wrapped his hand around Adam's throat, pressing the pistol deeper into the side of his head. "That wasn't a fucking answer, baby. Who do you choose?"

Nanners trembled in a sort of fear he had never felt before, the kind with wracking shivers that just kept coming. Whatever he chose, bodies would be laying on this floor, pooling in blood. Adam just had to decided whether he wanted to be one of those bodies.

Max looked at Adam pleadingly, the man biting on his lip hard as he stood perfectly still. No one moved. Nanners wondered if he even really had a choice.

"Scott. Scott. I choose Scott," Adam choked out, taking a shaky and deep breath as tears rolled down his face. He yanked from Sark's grip, and the man thankfully let him go.

"Go into the hall, Adam. I'll be out in a minute," Sark spoke sharply as he crossed the room to Max, his gun still gripped tight in his hand.

"You don't have to do this, Scott. Please, you don't have to kill him," Adam sobbed as he grabbed Sark's arm, trying to pull him back and away from Max. He couldn't just stand there and watch Max die; he couldn't let it happen.

Scott gave Adam a look of disdain as if he were nothing but a pesky and annoying fly buzzing around his head. He yanked his arm free of Adam's grip, pushing him back towards the door.

"Go, Adam. I'm not asking again," Sark growled, turning his back for an instant to look at Nanners.

Max took the opportunity to lunge at Scott, grabbing desperately at the gun in his hand. Sark flung the door open, shoving Adam outside and slamming the door in his face once again.

Nanners took a moment, trying to comprehend what just happened. He pounded furiously on the door, screaming for Sark to stop, to just let it end. His shrill yells hurt his own ears, but it didn't stop him from continuing to screech until his lungs and throat burned.

Through the door, Adam heard the sounds of struggle, and he just had to sit there and pray that Max would somehow manage to kill Sark. Nanners wanted to run, but where would he go? He didn't even know where he was, and he certainly could never escape Scott. His mind was racing, but every answer came up short. There was no running from what he had gotten into.

And then, his thoughts stopped. His yelling stopped. It was all paused for just a moment, after the crack of two gunshots went off behind the door. Adam tried to pull himself together, hoping the man he really wanted would walk out.

The door opened. Nanners inhaled deeply, looking up to face who was standing in front of him.

"Come on, Adam, we have somewhere to be right now," Scott smirked, grabbing Nanners by the forearm.

Adam burst into tears once again, struggling to kick and pull away from Sark's strong grip. Max was dead. Max was dead. Max was dead. Adam wished he himself was dead.

"You're being irrational, Adam, stop it," Sark groaned, letting Nanners go and crossing his arms over his chest. Adam looked up at him, horrified at the man's lack of remorse. Scott's face and crisp white shirt were splattered with a bright red color which was quickly drying and darkening. Max's blood.

Scott noticed Adam looking in shock at his suit, and he looked down with a sigh. "Ah, shit. Fucking idiot stained my shirt. There's no time to change, unfortunately."

Nanners felt dizzy. His world was spinning and he was still reeling from the fact that Max was dead. Adam had never cared about someone before Max. They were killers who found some bit of humanity in each other. But Sark had no humanity. He was a monster.

Scott grabbed Adam by the arm again, pulling him through the halls. They all blended together, since Adam just allowed himself to be taken along. Why would he put up a fight? There was nothing left to fight for.

Soon they were in another room, a sort of doctor's office that smelled like sanitizer and looked so pristinely white it burned his eyes. Adam felt so tired. It felt like nothing mattered. His mind was simultaneously moving much too fast and much too slow. Nothing felt real.

As he sat on the edge of the big chair in the middle of the room, Nanners hardly focused on Sark speaking to the doctor. Adam looked down at his lap, his hand running along the protective paper on his seat. He crunched it up along the edge, enjoying the feeling of the paper digging  into his skin and the sound of the crackle.

So he did it again, and again, until he was giggling like a psychopath and balling up the paper. It was distracting and somehow the most entertaining thing in the world. This must be what it felt like to be in those big padded rooms in asylums. Adam had the quick thought he was going crazy, but he ignored it.

"Adam, would you shut the fuck up?" Scott snapped suddenly from across the room, turning to look at him for a moment before looking back to the doctor. "You know what to do, Chilled. Obedient and docile, that's how I like them. I'll be back after my meeting. I expect good results for him, he's crazy anyways."

Sark spoke as if Adam wasn't sitting a few feet away. He spoke like Adam was an object. A plaything who had merely misbehaved.

Scott walked out of the room, leaving Nanners with the man in the white coat, Chilled, who was presumably the doctor. Chilled stood beside Adam, biting his lip and offering a hand to shake. "It's nice to finally meet you, Adam. I'm Doctor Chaos. But you can call me Chilled if you'd like."

Chilled talked to him like he was twelve, and he didn't appreciate it at all. "I'm a grown ass man, Doctor. But I appreciate you babying me. Why am I here?" Adam scowled and refused the handshake, keeping his own hands clenched and in his lap.

Chilled sighed and took his hand back, pursing his lips. "I'm afraid it's very complicated. It's always tough to explain. I guess all I can say is the I'm sorry I'm advance for what I have to do."

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Well hello again readers! It's been a while. Since June 19th, to be exact. Either way, thank you all for the great support I've been receiving on this book! It means the world that people like this so much they're urging me to keep updating it.

I'm starting school in a few days, so that may mean updates will speed up. I'm weird like that, where my creativity will be sparked by school.

Anyways, thanks again for every reader and commenter on this story. I hope you all enjoyed!

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~ S.J.