"I'd do it all again..." Troy kept rambling on and on not even registering the hatred in Madison's eyes. The way her body was poised, ready to strike. Nick stood in the doorway of the underground tunnel, dirt and dust everywhere. This wasn't what they were here for, they were here to fight, to blow up the dam if it was necessary. So what the hell was his mother doing? The older woman stopped him suddenly in mid-conversation. Nick looked on in shock. SHLICK. WHAP. The hammer collided with the sandy-haired boy's temple. He stared at her, eyes wide as if a child's on Christmas morning. But there was no expression of glee, no child-like happiness. Instead he stared at the face of his would-be murderer and started to roll down the dirtied hill of the tunnels.
The younger boy stared in complete shellshock at his mother before he backed up, almost falling in the process and started to walk away. Madison stood there, proud. Fierce. She had put down a threat to herself, to her children. He had after all said he would do it again. Nick paused outside, eyes glistened with tears and he wanted once more to be high as a kite right now. Not to feel anything, Anything except for Troy's arms around him, the tickling of his stubble against his cheek.
Now it was over. Or was it?
His mother had tossed down the hammer and started to walk outside. "Nick...he was going to get us all killed. He was going to get you killed." She protested, trying to reason with him. "That's not your call." Nick glared at her, for once seeing her for the monster she really was. A controlling, deceiving monster. "You know that it was his idea to come here? That he said you were in trouble. He could have not told us anything, but he did." He pointed a finger at her angrily. She tried to step forward in order to comfort him for the loss of his brother-like companion but he immediately jumped back.
"Get away from me." Already writing his suicide note mentally in his head. A sudden cough had echoed throughout the tunnels and his eyes went wide. "Jesus." Madison exhaled almost in a disappointed sigh. "He's still alive." Her fist gripped once more by her side, ready to finish the job. "No!" Her son pushed her back with both of his palms, obviously having lost control by now. "Alicia saw it, and it took me time-but I see it now too. You control everything, and everything you touch-mom, it goes to shit!"
Immediately he shoved past her and started to head right back into the small space. Nick nearly rolled down the hill himself but he crawled closer and closer to Troy's body. "D-dad?" His voice was weak, so was his pulse. The nineteen year old gripped onto his friend's jacket and yanked him closer to him and lean down and press his forehead to his. "Hey, you stay with me." His tanned hands already started to take off his t-shirt in order to rip some of the material and tie it around Troy's forehead.
"We're going. You're going to get better-we're going to find Luciana and Alicia and not look back."