Miscellaneous Darkest Minds One Shots and Random Things That Pop Into My Head

The amount of Harry Potter books including the official fanfiction a.k.a. Part 8

Well damn. Firstly, thank you for 1k reads <3. Secondly, I'm actually having a lot of fun creating new ideas AND who's surprised to see me updating this, thing, relatively thoroughly. I'll be starting school next week which makes me wanna a) kill myself b) kill someone or c) both. Anyway...I hope that if you a) started school or b) are starting school soon you survive and good luck.

Also spoilers for the end of 'The Darkest Minds'. 

The story behind this: This is directly after Ruby erased Liam's memory and the first moments he got out of the Leagues safe house
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Liam

I felt like I was waking up but, the moment I opened my eyes there were three things I noticed. The first, was that I was sitting up, not lying down. The second, was the throbbing pain in my head and brain. Then the final thing. Two figures. They were standing at the door and I was certain I knew them, or at least one of them. 

"What happened?" I asked looking from the older one to the teenager. As soon as glanced at the het my heartbeat seemed to quicken, I felt a strange nervousness which my brain couldn't comprehend. My brain couldn't understand how or why I wanted to take the girls hand and run. Just run. Get to some place safe. But, why? My head knew that she was just a mere stranger. Someone I've never seen. So why did I want to protect her.

"You had a car accident," she said. "The League picked you up."

The League...The part of my head that wanted to protect the girl, the part I didn't understand, was drowned by the part of my head that was telling that she was one of them. She was a monster, like the rest of them. Then, the other part of my head started again. She wasn't a monster. But, why? How did I know? How did I know she wasn't there to help drag my dead body out of the room? It wasn't even instinct, it was just knowledge. The confusion made me want to scream, or just cry, just to make sure this was real. 

I didn't realize I actually said something until the older woman in the room seemed to reply to me. 

"Yes, but if you feel well enough, you can go," she said after a couple of seconds of silence. "Your brother asked us to give you some money for a bus ticket."

Disgust flooded my system and I knew where this was coming from. "I bet he did," I growled as looking for my shoes somewhere on the room floor. My body instinctively went to the right corner of the room and there I found my shoes. I knew where they were, but I couldn't have put them there if I had really been in an accident. 

I tried to remember what had happened. Where was I going? What vehicle was I driving? What did I want achieve? How did I get into the accident. 

 "Why can't I remember the accident?" I asked out loud even though I didn't mean to. But at least I'd get some answers.

"Does your head still hurt?" the girl said eventually, "you hit it pretty hard."

"A little," I told her. But, it didn't hurt a little. It hurt a lot and I wanted to tell her everything, I wanted get answers from her, I wanted to share my plan to get home and then find a way to try to talk to Chubs. He was safe. He was with his family, but I still wanted to talk to him. But, this monster didn't deserve to know about Chubs. She wasn't whoever I thought she was. She was one of them. She was a monster, whether she wanted or not, she was one of them. "And the League is just letting me go?"

When I asked the older woman nodded and tried to give me an envelope. 

"I don't want your money."

I didn't want anything from the League, not from her at least. 

"The procedure to contact your parents is also in here," she said.

"Don't want it," he said. "Don't need it."

I knew the way home and even if I didn't...I wouldn't want to get it from the League. 

 "What am I supposed to tell Cole?"

My heartbeat quickened by the mention of his name. I pulled myself up and started heading to where they were standing. "Tell him to come home, and then we can talk." I told the older one. Then I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. I wanted to say something to the girl that wouldn't meet my eyes. "What about you? Are you really one of them? You look like you have a lot more sense than that."

I didn't want to sound angry or bitter, but I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I just wanted her to follow me and I wanted her to come with me. Pushing her, whoever she was, awat made it easier. If she hated me, I could hate her. However, no matter how harsh I wanted my words to her to sound she took the envelope and handed it to me. I wanted to throw it at her. I wanted to yell at her, that I don't want the money. I wanted to, but I kept the envelope in my hand. 

"I'm not going to thank you," I told them as the older woman led me down the hall to the stairs. "I didn't ask for your help."

"You didn't have to, and you never need to." She told me.

I started my descending my down the stairs, the part of my brain still making me want to return for the girl. Force her to go with me. That part of my brain had conjured up a plan where I'd take her and we'd run, run away. I could probably carry her away, I could explain to her what the League really was, if she didn't know already. We could find a car and drive away. Drive somewhere. The thought came to me, seemingly, randomly. We could go to Virginia Beach. 

"Hey—" I heard her call after me. I stopped dead in my tracks. Maybe she'd join me alone, but the older woman, that I may have seen once or twice during my time with the League, was there. She'd never let her go. Not to mention the agents outside. They wouldn't let us leave. "Be careful."

I glanced from her to the older woman, maybe hoping that she'd gesture for her to go with me. However, that wasn't happening. "You too, darlin'." I said heading fully down the stairs.

And then. I was outside, my body seemed to be leading, not my head, not my brain. My hands closed the door and my feet started leading me away from the house. I didn't look back. I knew how to get home. I knew I could get there and the further I strode from the League house, the louder the voice in my head got.

You should have stayed with her. You should have took her with you. 

That was just a naïve dream, though. It wouldn't have worked. The League wouldn't take me back and the League certainly wouldn't let anyone go. So I kept going. They let me go, they weren't going to hunt me down. I could do what I wanted. But I kept going where I believed home was...

Home, Harry, Mom. 

You should have stayed with her. You should have took her with you.

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Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm sorry if I brought back any painful memories. Also, I saw the movie and I have a lot of mixed emotions about it. If you want to hear any of my thoughts just let me know somehow. Anyway, I'll see you soon and hope you don't die until the next chapter/part/something.