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Based of - 5x06, 5x08 (+flashbacks) Words - 2300 Warnings - mentions of torture, alcoholism, death. Song - COPYCAT (Billie Elish)
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Emori hadn't dragged you far. Only back to where their escape pod had fallen to. The three of you were forced into the tiny space, Murphy making sure it was his body that shocked over yours. He couldn't bare the thought of watching you scream and wince as the electricity coursed throughout your body. So he sat in one of the seats as Emori played around with the collar.
Yet again, you away from the two as your fingers played with the glass bottle still clued in your hands. He wanted to say something. Need to. But he just wasn't sure what. He wasn't sure what he could possible say to ease 6 years worth of pain. So he said nothing. Instead, thoughts came into his mind. And he turned to the brunette grounder that sat next to him. "How much fuel is left in this thing?" He questioned, hinting towards a plan that you weren't going to be so fond over. Well, at least, not yet.
Looking back, Emori's eyes narrowed. "Why? What are you thinking?" She asked as your body turned to face the boy. And with one look, you read like the pages of a book.
"Make someone go boom boom." You smirked as you ponded over who was Murphy's victim in mind. When it hit you, a small laugh fell from your lips. "Mccreary." You could draw him out. Right now, all he wanted to do was get his hands on you and kill you. But if Emori was right and there was enough fuel in the collar, you'd draw him out to his death. Which, after what he did to you, you would find very assuming.
So there was a plan : Use the fuel in yours and Murphy's collars, creating a bomb. From there, you would draw the man out from Shadow Valley. And boom. Dead. Hopefully. There were many holes. If anything went wrong, you were screwed. And would probably be none better than a dead body. No, wait, you would be a dead body.
It hadn't taken long before the sound of Mccreay and his guard dogs could be heard. They had no interest in hiding the fact they had gotten a signal of you and Murphy. And, if you didn't have a plan, you probably would have been shitting yourself senseless. But you did. You were just praying it worked in the end. You weren't looking to start getting tortured again.
The three of you sat just outside of the cave, watching as they entered. All of them yelling either yours and Murphy's name. And, while your eyes were clued to your next victims, Murphy were clued to you. The way that there was still a smile crossing your lips. He could tell it was slightly forced like you much rather not be here. But then, where would you go? As he thought back to your last conversastion, it sounded like the only other option was death. You would never understand how frightening that thought had made him.
In that moment, nothing could break his train of thought. He was worried. No, he wasn't just worried. It was like his whole body tensed and he couldn't get another moment in without knowing you were okay. But then he watched as you pushed yourself away from the bushes, brows narrowing. "And the devil lives another day." You muttered, gaining Emori' attention as Mccreary struggled out from
