Colors (Crankiplier)

Chapter 8 :

I walked into the tent and saw Mark roll his eyes.

The room had been cleaned since last time as had been Mark. He was still tied to the chair though, just in case. And he still hadn't talked.

It seemed like the only way of getting him to talk was to inject him the glue since it made the subject feel a bit high when injected.

But there was no way in hell that I was going to risk doing that to Mark again.

So I was stuck with talking to him.

We had started giving him water, but no food. We hoped that it would make him weak enough to talk.

Having him talk would be a relief. Both because we would have very valuable information, but also because I couldn't handle seeing him in such a bad state.

"How we doin' today?" I asked sarcastically while readying the material needed to wash him up.

"Do you have food." Mark said, barely above a whisper. "We do, but it's not for you. Not until you tell us everything that you know."

"That won't happen." Mark said plainly and I shrugged.

"Guess you'll starve then."

-+-

"Please give me food." Mark said as I entered the tent. His head was down and his hair - which had grown a bit since he arrived here- was hiding most of his face.

"Give us info and we'll give you food." Mark started crying.

He was done for.

"Please... Ethan..." I shivered as Mark whispered my name. I really hated seeing him like that.

"You only need to tell us everything that you know and then we can feed you." Mark didn't answer for a while. I thought he had passed out, but, after a few minutes, he spoke up. "Can I at least have some water?" I grabbed a glass and walked to him to make him drink it.

That's when he looked up at me with his bright brown eyes that were laced with tears.

"Please..." I sighed at his desperate tone. "If you tell us everything then yes, I'll give you food. I'll give you all the food you need." Mark closed his eyes and let his head fall down.

Was he really willing to die starving as to not tell us anything?

"Do you not want water anymore?" Mark didn't answer. He didn't even move.

I couldn't bear it.

I put the glass next to him and started walking away.

"I'll do it." Mark stopped me in my tracks.

I turned around.

Mark was looking at me. He looked desperate. As if he was begging me not to leave.

How fun.

It reminded me of a certain last moment that we shared about three years ago.

"I'll do it just... Please. Give me something to eat." I took a deep breath.

Through the course of Mark's torture I had remembered what it was like before all of this with Mark. And I couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again. And even though he had changed since, it was still hard seeing him like that.

But I couldn't let that show.

I needed to think as a group.

I was the leader of the rebellion for Christ's sake. I wasn't just 'Ethan' anymore.

"You'll have to tell us everything first." Mark's sobbing cut me off.

I hated it.

I wanted to hear his deep chuckle ring through my ears, not his sobs.

"I'll tell you everything. I swear it. I promise you, Ethan. Just... Please... Food. Give me anything edible." I stayed silent for a second. Mark's desperation shocking me.

"Soldier!" I yelled and a soldier immediately walked in.

"Soldier Felix, on report." I nodded at them. "Go fetch us some food, will you? The prisoner's willing to talk." The soldier smiled brightly and nodded eagerly. "Y-yes Chief!" They then bolted out of the tent.

I should feel glad. But...

Why was I feeling so shitty?

-+-

Mark finished his food and gulped down the rest of his water.

"Better?" I chirped in to tell him that I was here. Mark turned his head to look at me and he lost his smiled. This hurt me, but I didn't show it.

"You going to talk now?" I snapped, his gaze annoying me. Mark smirked at me and I paled.

No.

He'd better not fucking pull this shit on me.

Mark turned back towards his food and wiped his mouth with a napkin, taking his sweet, sweet time.

He finally got up and I immediately put my hand on my pocket grenade that I kept on me at all times. Soldiers were outside and if I put out this bomb -which would knock the both of us out- then they would be alerted immediately.

Mark smiled at me and I took a step back.

His smile was so bright.

He was beautiful.

I snapped out of it and regained my stance.

"You know Ethan, I've been doing a lot of thinking recently. And, originally, I was going to fuck you over by eating and then not telling you anything still. But..." Mark stopped for a while and I let him gather his thoughts.

"But... Being the leader of the ACH and all, I've seen a lot of shit. Especially the discrimination against the people and the hypocrisy of the higher ups. I've seen so many deaths. Of both colored and non-colored hair. I've had to do so many nasty things too and..." Mark stopped again here to wipe his tears before they fell. "And just seeing you was the last straw. I... I've been missing you ok?" Mark looked away at that.

I didn't believe him.

"All I want to say is that I want to join your group, Ethan. I want to help you. I want to fight to fight for you- no. For OUR cause. And I can help too! I was leader for fuck's sake, I know almost everything there is to know about our enemy!" Mark started rambling and I was fuming. "How do you expect me to believe any of this." I said harshly and Mark stopped talking.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times.

"I'll tell you everything."

"'Course you will! But I won't let you join my troops like that!" I was enraged.

How dare he act like nothing was wrong!

Chief and her partner died because of him!

Mark smiled at me and I wanted to tear it off his face. "I'll let you dye my hair red." I huffed.

He seemed so pleased with his answer.

"And what makes you think that I'll waste some dye on you?" Mark lost his smile. "Don't be like that Ethan. I'm trying, ok?" I didn't answer. "Blue...?" Mark said slowly which enraged even more.

I knew exactly what to say to him.

"My name's Ethan." I spat at him before leaving.

I told the soldier at the front of the tent what to do with him before leaving completely.

How dare he.

How dare fucking he.