Rebel: A Monstercat Fanfic

026 - Panic

Song of the Chapter: Insignia - Muzzy (Trap)  

Sorry, this one went like 800 words over my limit ... and yes, I should've picked a Tristam song, but I feel like this one fits the mood better. If you start it when you read "the man chuckles in amusement" and if you read at roughly the same pace I do, it'll set the mood up for what happens.

(Tristam's POV)

"Leo! Leo, don't leave me!" His voice is fading, floating away in the wind whipping at my face.

I reach out and call to him, but he can't reach me. He can't hear me.

"Leo! Leo, don't leave me!"

"I'm coming! I'll never leave you!"

"Leo!" His voice is now choked with tears. "Leo, don't leave me!"

"I'll never leave you ... " I can't reach him. I can't run. I'm frozen.

"Leo ... Leo, why did you leave me?"

"Braken!"

I wake up with a jolt and bolt upright, slamming my head into the shelf bed ceiling with a yell of pain. I fall down on my back and try to catch my breath, rubbing my forehead, but my heart is racing and the dream still lingers in my memory. "I didn't leave you," I whisper. I can just barely see the scratch marks on the ceiling that spell the word 'ALONE'. The previous occupant must have carved it, but with what, I don't want to know. The whole cell is made of metal.

The facility is pitch black, but that doesn't tell me whether it's night or day. All the windows are covered and they shut the lights off in irregular intervals, a tactic for keeping us dependent on them. It's uncomfortably cold, too, and I'm glad they let me keep my long coat. The only warmth my cell provides is a thin, small, and scratchy blanket I have pulled over my shoulders.

I roll over onto my chest and try to breathe deeply, but my stomach growls at me, demanding food. It's gotten past the point of uncomfortable. It's really painful now. They haven't given me anything for four days. Or at least I think it's been four days. I'm not really sure.

After a moment, I push myself up and stand, stretching my arms. The movement makes me sway, though I've almost gotten used to feeling lightheaded and dizzy all the time.

From outside my cell, I can hear someone whimpering. I go up to the cell door and try to look out, but the thick bars are blocking my vision. "Hello?" I call, my voice echoing of the walls.

"Shut up," one of the guards passing by orders. He bangs his gun against the cell door next to me and the whimpering prisoner tries to quiet down.

As soon as the men are gone, I try again. "Are you okay?" I ask softly.

"How could you ask that?" she cries. "We're living a nightmare - tortured for our passion, and you're here asking if I'm okay?!"

"You're only broken when you admit it."

"Who are you?" she demands.

"I've been called Tristam."

"Tristam? Never heard of you."

"Who are you?"

Her voice is sort of familiar, but I can't place it. The man has captured not only electronic artists, but all other music genres as well. She's probably a singer or something.

"None of your business."

Yeah, definitely some pop singer.

I shrug, though she can't see it. "Alright. If you don't want to talk, I'll stay quiet."