Was not written by me, but a fan.
Alastair's POV
It was just meeting after meeting today, endless boredom. As I enter my office, after my final meeting, a long, silver blade is sticking straight out of the wall.
I scan the area before I approach, looking for signs of someone still being present, only to find none. As I go closer, I recongize a note that had been attached to the knife. I rip the note off the knife and open the folded paper.
My eyes scan over the note. Then, I read it again, and again, and again, until the blood in my veins begins to boil. Those dirty fucking Bastards. A million thoughts run through my head and it quickly becomes over whelming.
My breath begins to catch in my throat and I feel my lungs tighten as I rip the knife out of the wall, tossing it across the room. It slams into a globe, both objects falling to the floor with a loud crash.
Folding the note up and tucking it into my pocket, I stride over to the door. "Tali! Call the studio now!"
She rushes over to me, a worried expression plastered onto her face. "What's the matter?"
"Tell Roza to get here now," I choke out, shaking.
"OK, but what if she's bus-" She begins to speak, but terror is washing over me in waves. I can't let anything happen to Roza.
"Now!" I snap, my voice cracking with emotion.
Tali quickly scurries away, and I feel rage begin to bubble in my chest, burning through my veins. My fist swings towards nothing in particular, and I feel it sink into the office wall. A scream rips from my throat, and I blindly pull a file cabinet down, slamming it to the ground and kicking it. If I had never taken this position... If I had never let Roza be involved in this, she wouldn't be in any danger. How could I do this to her?
The thought of this sends another wave of rage and regret through my body, and I swing my foot back again, kicking the door into the wall, as the feeling washes over me.
"Royce?" Tali says quietly. I glance over to her, my chest heaving as my heart pounds. "It's her."
I leap for the phone, peeling it from Tali's hand and grip it tightly as I speak into it. "Roza?"
"Alas, I'm coming, OK?" Roza's soothing voice comes across the line, and instantly, the raging storm inside of me begins to calm.
She has always had that effect on me. "Stay calm. I am two blocks away. Sit down against a wall, and do the position Dr. Benkon said, OK? Deep breaths."
I listen to her words, sinking down to the floor with my back against the cold wall. My knees curl up to my chest.
"Alas?" Roza asks, waiting for my response.
I can feel myself breaking now, crumbling. As she awaits my reply.
"Yeah, I'm here," I reply in a tone barely above a whisper.
My voice quivers as I fail to hold back the tears. All I can think is that I have to be strong for her, and I'm already failing.
"One block away," she replies, trying to reassure me.
My head begins to spin, and I can feel my heart hammering against my suit as the walls begin to sink in on me. Nothing can happen to Roza. I can't let anyone hurt her.
"I'm going up the elevator now," I hear her say. "Fifteen floors left."
Her voice is calming and melodic. What would I do if I could never hear that voice again?
Snapping me away from my mental spiral, Roza finally stands in front of me, dropping to her knees in front of me. My pulse begins to steady as I look up into her soft, blue eyes.
"Hey, Alastair," she says, placing her delicate hands over mine, soothing the burning rage and fear in my mind.
"I'm sorry, Roza," I croak out, feeling horrible for the turn of events that she is about to experience in life- All because of me.
She doesn't scold me. She doesn't judge or back away. She simply gives me that beautiful smile that I've grown so fond of. "It's fine, Alas. It's fine."
My heart sinks at her words as I gaze into her sympathetic eyes. She says it's fine, but she has no idea of the future that is nearing much too fast for us to run from. She has no clue that her life as she knows it is about to completely change.
