At Your Mercy

8

When Jason Carter agreed that this was as far as it could go, he also painstakingly admitted that he was-for the lack of a better word - limited.

It'd been four hours since the door slammed with a resonating crash, and the clicks of the lock were heard in place, when he picked himself back up and went for an eagle eye's view of what his humble abode was to be. It wasn't impressive, by any standards, but considering that not even five hours before, he was a fugitive, he had to tell himself that whatever this was - it was better than most.

The place didn't have a window, and Jason didn't even find himself frowning in utter dismay, since it was expectant. A window was literally telling the prisoner that he was at freedom's liberty, whether or not it had a lock. It was concrete, he checked, the walls were all standing like enormous grey giants holding the weight of the wall above them, the only thing standing in the way of him and free will was an inanimate object. An inanimate object, he could say, which was stronger than anything biblical or mythical he could think of.

But there was also Raven Fallon McAllister, in all her glory, who was the second hurdle. And don't get him wrong, it was a damn high hurdle, touching maybe even the heights of his own expectations and that was definitely saying hell of a lot something, because this was probably the first time as far as he could go with that memory of his, when he definitely thought that it wasn't funny.

It was to take some amount of time to adapt to whatever this was; it always took him fine infinities to get used to anything, it didn't exactly help with his job description. But he was one of those few people who knew how to keep a lid on his real self, at least till when he was working. His real self was a liability, a decision he had confined to a long time ago, and consequent had been the one where he wanted to stay away from it. That was also one of the few outweighing things that helped with his habit of non conformation, once he'd conformed, no matter how much of head banging and self crushing it took, he'd stay there for the rest of his life.

He'd been sitting here for about two hours, staring into blank distance, which was one of those things that also made his hit list. Having absolutely nothing to catch his attention made days seem like myriads, stretching in front of him like an abyss of darkness. He hated endlessness, the whole point of existence was the fact it not being there is an inevitability, otherwise it wouldn't warrant it being such an enormous concern since the beginning of time. And his life.

He heard the door open, with a smooth finish, no creaks, which he noted as it being well kept. His second hurdle revealed herself walking up to him, enclosing them in the four walled entrapment again.

"If you're going to make me work, I won't be much use to you dead."

She doesn't look amused. "The only way you're dying is if I put a bullet in your heart myself."

Neither is he though. "Or if I die from starvation."

She doesn't even bat an eyelash before jumping on to reply. "Because you've never been victim to hunger before, have you?"

"People aren't as dumb as you think they are, sweetheart, they're going to keep me fed and watered if I'm the sole reason they're living."

"I wouldn't expect anything but utter idiocy from anyone who landed themselves in such a position in the first place."

It was something to defeat her in a war of words, he had learnt that through the few meetings he'd had with her, and it annoyed almost everything out of him; his words were one real weapon and to find out that they were immune to one of the biggest pillars that had ever stood in his way.

It definitely wasn't the best primary step to a job.

Jason stepped down on his guard then, it wasn't going to go anywhere anyway. "What, they tell you to starve someone who's an asset?"