To the gallows with you! 5!sixthdeadliestSeptember 20 2011, 00:58:21 UTC
Six leaned against the wall of his cell, resisting to bang his head back against it. He was going to be held indefinitely here. These people wouldn't give him the mercy of a swift death after what he'd been hired to do back when he was a mercenary.
Even worse, they'd drummed up bogus charges in order to kill one of the only people who truly mattered to him. She didn't have much time left. A few hours at best. Then she'd be gone, an innocent soul snuffed out before her time.
He couldn't see her either with their adjacent cells. So he had planted himself against the wall he shared with her cell.
"Holiday," he called, saying nothing else as he let her name carry his concern for her.
He looked out of the small slit of a window in his cell. There was faint pink light starting to come through. Time was swiftly running out. He should let her go now, but he can't. He grips her hand with every bit of strength he can muster, as if that alone will slow the rise of the damned sun.
She could feel the warm rays on her back, but she refused to look. She was... getting a little scared. Can't tell him that, Holiday. Don't.
She grips his hand back, silently wishing he had done something like this small show of affection sooner. There's so much she wants to tell him... but she doesn't.
She chuckles at that. "Maybe, so. It'd either be a better place or people will just be stressing out about everything." Or going insane... Probably the last one.
Her slight frown returned once she seen sunlight dancing on the floor. "... You'll check in on Bev, right?"
He could hear footsteps heading their way. He held her hand tighter, not caring if he cut off the circulation to her fingers. He tries to put everything he can't say out loud into that squeeze:
They arrived at last, laughing and mocking the pair in a harsh dialect. Six hoped Holiday couldn't understand the vile remarks they were making about her and the sort of "sport" they mourned being unable to enjoy with her.
One of the men stamped down repetitively on their linked hands, Six twisting them just enough so he received the brunt of each blow until his fingers--already strained--finally released hers. They laughed again as he tried to grab hold of her again, pinning his questing hand beneath a solid boot heel with a crunch.
YOU JUST HAVE TO MAKE IT WORSE.doc_holiSeptember 22 2011, 20:01:06 UTC
She could catch some of their words, but none of it bothered her. What bothered her was Six pulling his hand to take the brunt of the blow and the sound she heard after he had been forced to let go.
"Six, stop," she finally chocked out, hoping he would listen, "It's alright. It's alright."
YOU EXPECTED LESS?!sixthdeadliestSeptember 22 2011, 20:08:34 UTC
Six ceased struggling as ordered, growling deep in his throat as the man pinning his hand mocked him. Six swore in the man's native language at him, vowing that his would be the first head he removed and he wouldn't stop until the rivers ran red with blood.
The other man backed up a step but the man crushing his hand merely laughed and spat on his face before ordering his partner to get Holiday.
I DID. YES.doc_holiSeptember 22 2011, 20:37:38 UTC
She heard Six talk in their language, but she couldn't catch anything he said... His tone was enough to understand most of it, though, and she wished he wouldn't get angry over her death. Still, she sneered at the man in charge, as she got up to stand, about to make good to her promise... She would almost rather being hung. At least it would be away from him... Her goal was to at least make it out of the cell block, but she doubted she would get that far...
"Don't forget," she said through the wall, voice still calm, trying to be comforting, "You promised..."
Even worse, they'd drummed up bogus charges in order to kill one of the only people who truly mattered to him. She didn't have much time left. A few hours at best. Then she'd be gone, an innocent soul snuffed out before her time.
He couldn't see her either with their adjacent cells. So he had planted himself against the wall he shared with her cell.
"Holiday," he called, saying nothing else as he let her name carry his concern for her.
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"If you'll promise me anything, just promise me you won't blame yourself over this. Ever... Please."
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Because it was his fault. He wished he could go back in time and tell his younger self what a bad idea it would be to accept that job.
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"... Please?," she tried again. "I know it's not. I just want to make sure you know that, too."
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He looked out of the small slit of a window in his cell. There was faint pink light starting to come through. Time was swiftly running out. He should let her go now, but he can't. He grips her hand with every bit of strength he can muster, as if that alone will slow the rise of the damned sun.
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She grips his hand back, silently wishing he had done something like this small show of affection sooner. There's so much she wants to tell him... but she doesn't.
"You'll be alright. Don't worry about all this."
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Truthfully, she kind of just wanted to keep him talking. She wanted to just hear his voice.
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Her slight frown returned once she seen sunlight dancing on the floor. "... You'll check in on Bev, right?"
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He could hear footsteps heading their way. He held her hand tighter, not caring if he cut off the circulation to her fingers. He tries to put everything he can't say out loud into that squeeze:
I don't want you to go.
I love you.
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She squeezes back. "I know you will. You'll be fine." He's strong. A survivor. He'll make it.
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One of the men stamped down repetitively on their linked hands, Six twisting them just enough so he received the brunt of each blow until his fingers--already strained--finally released hers. They laughed again as he tried to grab hold of her again, pinning his questing hand beneath a solid boot heel with a crunch.
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"Six, stop," she finally chocked out, hoping he would listen, "It's alright. It's alright."
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The other man backed up a step but the man crushing his hand merely laughed and spat on his face before ordering his partner to get Holiday.
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"Don't forget," she said through the wall, voice still calm, trying to be comforting, "You promised..."
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