Oh God. So much typing! D:
I'll admit it, I'm not so impressed with this chapter. There is alot of explaining in it and developement but the next chapter should be interesting.
AND SORRY FOR THE DELAY, LESKAY! D: And thank you so much for the pictures, you talented show-off you :D I am not worthy!
"'Coy. Decoy, Wake your lazy ass up."
You're in and out dreams were messing with your surroundings so you slowly turn your head the other way and pretend you didn't hear it. You hardly picked up the message coming from your watch when you were in such a deep sleep. "Get up you worthless skin." A small jolt of electricity burns your wrist. You're instantly awake and you kick from the table in surprise but ended with your big toe smashing into the wall on the other side.
"Shit! I'm up, I'm-"
"Hey, keep it down, D…" You halt altogether.
You slowly turn around to see the lying form on your bed. Scout was still here. In a clash of confusion you blink and rub your eyes for a double take. It was definitely him. Your heart races when you realize that he was in the same room with you all night and the possibilities of what could have happened run through your mind like a marathon. You begin to scan his face in disbelief that somehow this was not the one you've fallen for and was a disguised enemy out for revenge. Another zap to your wrist.
"You have 5 minutes to get to my office or your fired." You glare down at your wrist before glancing back up at him. His hat was on your lampshade with his headphones and the book from last night was resting on his chest. He looked different when he was off the field; not screaming after an enemy or in life threatening situation. His freckled nose was a detail you've missed, a small feature that some how made his character change a bit. You sigh.
Gathering your shoes you chuckle at the thought of not find this the least bit strange.
"Mngf…jeez…" He was still asleep and you knew that you needed to get out of this small room with temptation before you did something you'd regret. After your shoes were tied and your papers were together you start for the door.
"Leaving…?" You twist around and spot him sitting up on your bed. Hair fussed and his eyes heavily lidded from a long sleep. Seeing him so close to you hurt, knowing that you could wake up with someone like this every weekend.
He was still waiting for an answer, shifting to where he was supporting himself on his elbows to look at you clearly. You want to tell him that you were off to your meeting and tell him to lock the door on his way out, but the atmosphere felt too…imagined. It was overwhelming, you settle with nodding sheepishly and smiling awkwardly while your hand roams the door for the handle.
"Jeez, if ya wanted me out of here you could have just said so." He says smiling. He stretches before grabbing his hat and marking his page.
"No, no, no-it's okay-you-sleeping here. It was just weird seeing someone in my bed, that's all." He stops adjusting his cap to look at you. Just a long stare, like when he first confronted you in Medic's Aid Room. Your face is heating and you remember that you still had 3 minutes to make it to the Administrator's department. "I gotta go now…"
"'Coy, you better have a good reason for me…"
"I-I'm sorry, I was-"
"…not to fire you." She leans back in her expensive chair, propping her high heels on the marble table. The giant room is lit from the wall of televisions, and upon seeing it you knew there was camera in your room. You don't know how it escaped you until now.
When she makes eye contact, you never have felt so scared. Just a sentence from this woman made every hair stand. Ashamed, your head falls in defeat and you could feel her glare burn.
"Not only were you late for protocol, you have also ignorantly ignored your 3rd line in your class." You gulp. "No connections with your teammates." She has a small book in her desk labeled 'Decoy; Connection to Team' that she taps in reminder. You were one of the first to have signed its cold pages and to actually be a full term class.
Still silent, she manages to have lit a cigarette without you noticing.
"What am I gonna do with you…" Smoke escapes her teeth. " I don't know why you bother with that boy…" You snap up. She's observing the different parts of the fort on the monitors while finishing her last drag. " You don't even see what he's doing."
"What?"
"Tell you what, I'll let this slide for now." She turns back to glare at you from her throne. "Don't let this happen again."
"Hold on, what are you talking about!"
"Scout has been trying to get the Decoy class off of the rules for years. This program was to study human emotions and reactions in a war like environment, after our lead supporting weapon manufacturer was pulled into a scientific experiment by their government." You nod. Of course you knew this, it was in a huge manual that you had to memorize forward and backward.
"Our money went into civilians working in this department, thus reducing pay for the other members. Soldier and Scout were the beginning, both failed when they broke code and started retrieving the Intel." She breathes out, letting a pause hang in the air for effect. " But you do what you're told and have been successful in collecting data and finishing experiments. I'm giving you a strike, because you were naïve enough to believe a kid like Scout would actually have an interest in you." She pulls out an electric planner.
"Would he real-"
"He would. That is how Scout became his own class." She begins typing something out on the tablet. "He had the skills for a fighter and the confident attitude. However, past Decoys were thrown out because of him. He drove them out when him and Soldier told the rest of the group that the new class was being paid substantially more with slightly better living conditions." She chuckles hoarsely. "They mutilated those poor bastards…"
Upon hearing this, your breathing stopped and you cough out unexpectedly. Your eyes are roaming the floor for answers, and when you open your mouth to retaliate she breathes out a cloud of smoke in your face. The smog burns your lungs and you recoil to cover your mouth with the back of your hand. She smiles smugly.
"Our talk is done. I rescheduled our review after your visit with Medic. We ordered you a new prescription 'Human Resources' recommended." She clicks the electronic one last time, before looking up at you uninterested. "Get out."
After the Announcer's talk she wrote you a slip for the Medic and had you check in with her guards about your rescheduled appointment. The path back to 2 Fort was a narrow path lined with two barb wired fences. It was long walk, because it was practically in a desert. But right now you wanted the silence.
Thinking over Scout's actions and how quickly he wanted to be your 'friend' you begin to think that maybe she was right, You knew nothing of Scout until now and his hate for your class wasn't unknown to you. He's never given you any consideration on or off the field and you realize, with unwanted certainty, that you would have let him get the best of you.
It was lunchtime when you reached the gate for 2 Fort. A guard waves you in and from across the court you see Scout lounging on a windowless windowsill on the second floor of one the buildings. You tried to walk around the corner before he could see you but you hear him call out to you.
"D! Hey!" You are almost to the door when he grabs your arm and pulls you in. "Damn, what's the rush?" You keep focused on the door, careful so you don't risk eye contact. "Ya freak'n missed it! Soldier and Engineer totally got into a scrap over th' last plate of bacon and…" You feel his hand wipe over your shoulder and you jump in response. "D, Ya listening to me? What's th' matter?" He pauses. "Yer gonna see Doc?" You tighten your grip on the note the Announcer gave you. You can hear him start again but you release from his grip and make a swerved kick to his side. Instantly you start running, not looking back to watch him fall.
Every step you took through the halls was a wave of panic because you knew he would catch you. He would catch and kill you slowly. But luck was on your side, when you reached your room you slammed the door shut and locked it up and down. You took two steps and heard him stomping up the stairs in at a frightening speed. He was already pounding on the door when you crossed your small room.
"Fuck! You better have a good fucking reason for slamming my ribs into my lungs, Decoy!" He's yelling more insults and questions but they were murmurs when you reached your window and started lifting up the pane.
Behind you, your doorknob rattles and he's now kicking the wood, slowly separating the hinges from the frame. You don't bother poking your head out to determine the height of the fall because you're all ready hanging from the ledge, bracing against the wooden exterior so you can slide down easier. But panic hit you like a rock and you let go immediately after hearing your door being splintered.
The idea of sliding down the wall worked before an angled board of wood knocked you off balance and sent you to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you but the adrenaline forced your body up and through the nearest door inside. You blink from the sudden light change and see a sign pointing to 'Clinic HQ'.
Cautiously hobbling through the halls, anxiously turning corners and inwardly wondering what you would do if you confronted Scout again. But all doubt vanished when you see Medic office from across the hall. You don't bother to look around the corner when you see his door; light shining through the frame like a halo. Without a second thought, you slam in.
Medic doesn't jump when you enter, instead he smiles and continues to mix medicines with poison.
"Ah, Mein Schöne Skulptur!" He says after setting down a vial. Slowly he approaches you, his body towering over you possessive like before he smirks and turns to shut the door quieter than how you entered. "Vhat have you been doing? Herr Scout has been looking for you-"
"Yeah, I-I know…" You stutter, looking around for an acceptable hiding place. From the corner of your eye you see his eyebrow cock suspiciously.
"Hmm…I see…" He motions for you to sit down and you accept, walking over to one of his chairs near his desk. Medic picks up some papers and sits across from you, but you can tell he's trying to be nonchalant by the whole thing. "Tell me….You vouldn't happen to know vhy Scout has 2 fractured ribs and a blinding rage, hmm?" You shrink a little, suddenly seeing, in your mind, Scout's face from this morning and remembering the way he smiled when he woke and looked at you.
The slip is still in your hand when you go to itch your cheek; you quickly change the subject.
"I have an appointment with you." His eyes widen surprised, he clears his throat and looks back at his papers.
"Oh do you?" He turns away. As he does his thing you examine the slip more closely and read that it's for a new scar repairing ointment. You chuckle.
"You don't want me to have this medication, do you?" He's really still. When he finally turns to you, he gets up and moves closer. Your bubble was being closed in and before you knew it he has his hand trailing up your back scanning over the scars. The skimming fingers trigger the memory of a bandaged hand prodding your skin and you relax.
His hand moves lower, you know he wants to feel the soft tissue and you're not sure how you feel about it. 'He only wants skin; nothing more' is what goes through your mind when he mutters German words above you.
Just as his hand is about to lift up you shirt and look at the welts the door was kicked open and you see Scout flushed with anger. His eyes jolt to you and his fists ball up.
"What the fuck are you doing!" He stomps up to Medic and you, and pushes the German away. Medic smiles anyway.
"Herr Scout, how is your chest?"
"I'm the one questioning here, Nazi!" He says, jabbing a thumb to his chest. Medic keeps a straight face and nods. Scout then turns, making the most uncomfortable eye contact ever before stepping closer to slam your body against the wall. You cough violently from having air forced from your body again and when you inhale you're choked from your collar tightening.
Scout has you by the front of your shirt and he's breathing heavily. He opens his mouth to speak but then closes it tightly when his fist is brought up. You wince and close your eyes, waiting for an impact but instead, feel the wall next to you vibrate from a massive punch. Your eyes jolt open and you see his head bowed, controlling his breathing as he loosens his grip.
The lump in your throat is catching your breathing and it feels hard to swallow. You need to talk or you'll choke.
"Just do it." The hand clenches and his head looks up. His eyes are blaring and the angle of his face is menacing. "Mutilate me like you did the other Decoys." Your words are said with an unusual hint of confindence. Personally, you were proud of yourself for even talking back to such an unbalanced form. His eyebrows lift a little and his bleeding fist props up against your head. You want him to grab your neck and beat you; losing him would be easier that way. But his hand on your collar skims up your neck, tickling nerves, causing you to gasp in surprise. He smiles at this and his thumb finds your bottom lip, and you were suddenly on fire.
You notice the gaze of Medic from behind him. He cocked an eyebrow when you made eye contact and you look back at Scout. Scout still didn't look like he had calmed down much but was concentrating on your eye movements. It was too much and you push him away when eye contact was broken.
"Don't-Don't do that…" You move his hand so you can go around him but he grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you back to the wall.
"I'll do what ever I need to do to get some fucking answers." He growls around something bubbled.
"That's enough, Herr Scout." Medic smoothly pushed the two of you apart and stood in front of you. "Vhile you're in my clinic, you vill respect my quarters…" He makes a glance behind him to look at you. "…and my patients." As he said that, Scout maneuvered around him and was pushing you to the door.
"Fine. I'll talk to D, outside!" You jolt away and move next to Medic for support.
"There's nothing to talk about! I don't know who you think you are, being sick and twisted enough to mutilate my class!" Your hands moving around wildly like you do every time you're upset. Wanting to express everything through voice and movement. "And don't give me that 'polite' crap anymore too, you don't mean it so don't bother! Just… go back to treating me like shit!" Your face feels hot with rage and his confused expression was pissing you off so you move closer; wishing you were carrying your traps with you so you could... could…
Medic taps you on the shoulder and hands you the medication. It was a small red can with the Medic sign on top.
"I vill let you decide vhether or not you should use it…" He looks up at Scout. "Scout…I vill not report you to the Administrator if you step aside…" His eyes are serious and stoic while Scouts was intense and glaring. Reluctantly, he moves but keeps his eyes on Medic. You don't want him to look away so you slide around the two and leave flustered.
Admin was clearly happy with your results. She complimented your paper and your review. She heard your argument with Scout and was pleased that you 'man'd' up enough to defend yourself. According to her, you were the first of the Decoys to actually stand up for themselves and to walk away without a scratch.
It was nearly 4 when you got done with your presentation and was greeted by your door smashed inside of your room. It was totally molested and all the nails and knobs were punched out of it.
Clearly it was Scout and his ball of fiery rage. You scanned the room for missing items. All here. Your room was cold, due to your earlier escape that day and when you looked over the sill you see the imprint of your panicked body. You chuckle to yourself at how much you could overreact. You close the window and laid back on the bed, yawning. Scout slept here…
Good feelings gone, you felt like throwing up. Your fight with him has been on your mind, along with the soft touches he left on your neck. Shaking your head you get back up and dig in your pocket.
"You're room's trashed."
"W-What?" You lower the paper and looked up confused. Admin just continued to stare at the screen.
"What do you mean 'What'?" You stare blankly at her, wanting to finish your review and leave. "Stupid kid…I'm assigning you a new room on the East wing."
"That's not the class holder…" You mutter and she spits onto the floor and immediately a worker is cleaning it.
"No. It is not." She responds mockingly. You bite your tongue. "Miss Pauling has a new key for you in that wing. I don't want you near any classes unless on the field, is that clear?" Her De'Vil hair distracted you, like it does every meeting, and you nod absently.
"It's crystal clear, Sir… Can I continue?"
"Yes, hurry." She still is turned around staring at the screens.
The key was still shiny from it's obvious lack of use. You look around the room at your small collection of stuff and instantly go for your sheets and pull off the first layering. Laying it flat on the floor you start throwing your pillows and knick-knacks into the make-shift bag. When you throw 'The Scarlet Letter' inside, it shifts a note underneath it and it immediately catches your eye.
It was folded and the writing was erased multiple of times like the he was ashamed of how it looked. The letters also would curve too up and too down like one would do with paper without lines.
As you read it a second time you ball it up and slide it in your jacket, smiling.
D-
Sorry I messed up. And sorry about the door.
I wont hurt you and I owe you.
I'm going to talk to the bitch.
-Scout
P.s. That fucking hurt. I'll get you back for that :)
Until I get a working scanner I shall upload my pics of the Decoy on my Profile and a description of them!
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