Beyond The Sea Blue Light

I Know I Bend And I Break All My Promises

At some point, I lose it.

There reaches a point where I don't care anymore. I know that they're probably watching me, commenting, taking notes, doing whatever the hell they do while I slowly go insane. All I can see is the reflection of my face in the dark screen. It's torture, waiting and not knowing what's happening. Do they know that they are being watched? What's going to happen?

There's nothing in this room, nothing except two chairs and me. The door's locked, I've tried the knob several times until I'm almost afraid that I'll rip it out of the wood. Good. At least it will do something.

I pound on the door, pressing my ear against the door, hoping to hear something, a trace of anything to let me know that I'm not alone, but there's nothing but silence. Deadly, deadly silence.

I turn back to the screen, trying to see how if I can get it to work again, but I highly doubt I will be able to. Even as I run my fingers along the edges, I can't find a button, a switch, anything.

"Damn it!" I yell, kicking one of the chairs across the room. It makes a satisfying thunk as it collides with the wall, leaving a dent in the white paint. I frown, rushing over to kneel beside it. The broken plaster coats my fingers in a layer of fine white dust as I dig my hand into the crevice, watching the pieces crumble off one by one. Already, I can feel cold air rushing in through the small crack and can make out a small glimpse of the hallway.

A loud knock makes me freeze. I jump to my feet, eyes wide in alarm at the sound. Hastily moving the chair so it at least somewhat covers the dent I've made, I stand up, brushing the powder as best as I can off of my hands. It doesn't really matter, if it is a guard and if there are cameras in here, they'll know what I'm doing anyway.

But it's not a guard who enters. Instead, it's another boy, one dressed in the familiar outfit, the haunting blue, black paint spelling out M-63 across his chest and back.

"Are you okay?" the other boy asks, the sound of his voice making me jump. He shuts the door behind him as he steps in. I scan the hallway behind him just before he does, searching for a glimpse of a guard, but there's no one, it's just him.

"Yeah," I respond, my voice hoarse. He looks around my age, perhaps a year or two older.

"Are you new?" he queries. "I don't think I've seen you before."

"Sort of," I mumble. "Not really, though."

"I'm Josh," the other boy says. He looks familiar, but I can't quite place where I've seen him before.

"How did you get in here?"

"I heard a crash and thought I'd check it out," he responds.

"No, like how did you get out of the room?" I ask. "How did they let you go?"

"Oh, that," Josh laughs. "So, you were one of the original ones here, weren't you?"

Something in his words makes a warning run through my mind. There's a strangeness to his voice, though it's not horrid, far from it. Actually, there's almost a musical quality, a strange lightness to the way he talks, like it's drawing me closer. The gleam in his eyes is making me nauseous, but I can't look away. His lips are moving, but I can't look away, I can't move away, I just cant—

The door crashes open, making me jump. I stumble backward, pain shooting through my mind as two guards enter the room. They're all wearing headphones. I look at them strangely. But they ignore me, heading straight toward Josh, who simply smiles before he's led away.

Before I can even react, the video screen flicks on again. I stare at it in confusion, half of me wanting to continue on breaking out of the room, the other half curious about what's going on.

Not much seems to have changed, though there's a different air to the room, not one of caution and fear, but one of anger and regret.

"I didn't have a choice," Oli cries. "The day that we attacked the Second Facility, I saw him. I saw Josh and he was alive. I couldn't do anything when they dragged me off. I just wanted to be with him again."

"How'd you get them to let you go?"

"They made a deal with me."

"What kind of deal?" Vic looks furious.

"They promised they wouldn't hurt him as long as I spied on you."

"Spied on us?" Alex sounds confused. "How?"

Oli points up at the ceiling. I watch as they all turn, seemingly staring at me. I meet Vic's eyes, my heart fluttering as I do so but I know he can't see me. I know all they're staring at is the beady black bulb of a camera.

"I didn't know they'd hurt Kellin, I promise," he says. "I just couldn't lose Josh again. I was willing to sacrifice everything so he would be okay and alive." He meets Vic's furious gaze with his own level one. "You know you would do the same for Kellin in a heartbeat. You already did it once." My heart twists at his words. Still, I can't think about it, think about how he tried to sacrifice his life for me, without tearing up.

"And you told them everything?"

"Not everything," Oli says quickly. "I wasn't going to. I decided not to, after Gerard was captured. But—"

"But what?"

"Andy, he—" Oli swallows. "He made me—"

The door behind them bursts open, slamming into the wall, making me jump. Vic and Alex jump to their feet, ready to fight, but a burst of light flashes, them all backward. A figure emerges from the smoking doorway, energy trembling in his left hand while his right one holds a gun.

"Get up," Andy snarls. He aims the gun at Oli, his hand steady. "You're coming with me."

I stifle a yelp of surprise as the door behind me slams open, plaster crumbling down the walls from where the knob embeds itself in the already weakened wall.

Apprehensively, I wait, expecting a guard at any moment, but there's nothing. I take a cautious step forward, then another until I'm running down the hallway. Left, then right, my mind tells me, my body knowing which way to go, down the familiar looking hallways.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Before I can stop myself, I've crashed straight into a guard, falling to the ground, wincing as my shoulder jars. I glance up at the guard I've run into, expecting the worst.

Ronnie gives a little start when he sees that it's me, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. It quickly dissipates though as he grabs my arm, dragging me into the hallway.