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"What the fuck are we going to do?"
"Is she waking up?"
I heard Arthur and Eames talking to each other, but all I saw was Ariadne, sitting there motionless, her head slumped over her body. My head was surrounded by accusations, burning at my brain.
It's your fault...
It's your responsibility to protect the team...
It's your fault Cobal has us here.
Your fault.
I lost track of time about 5 hours ago. I had no idea whether it was night or day. The only light in the room was a dim lightbulb hung from the ceiling, flickering frequently, annoying the shit out of me. I could barely remember how I got there. It was all pretty quick.
I was hanging up the phone from talking to Miles, and the door went. I didn't even check who it was. I just opened the door and suddenly, I was on the ground, desperate to breath. I woke up here with Eames and Ariadne. I can't even bear to think about what would have had happened if James and Phillipa were with me.
"Cobb?"
Eames brought me out of my own head. He was staring at me with angry eyes, and I realised he must have been talking to me for a while. I looked at him slowly.
"What?" I asked. I tried not to sound rude, but somehow it came out compleatly arrogent. He looked back at me, offended.
"Sorry, but you're not the only one in a fucking mood here. We're all in this together you know." I instantly felt guilty and looked down at the floor.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled. Eames sighed.
"No it's fine. I'm just angry, I shouldn't take it out on you." I tried to smile, but it only came out as a small pathectic turn of the lips.
"What is it you were asking?"
"I was just asking how we were going to get out of this." Arthur shook his head in the corner.
"I don't think we'll even get the chance to escape by the time they're finished with us."
He was right. The man who had kept us here, who worked for Cobal, his joy seemed to be killing us as painfully and slowly as possible. What he did to Ariadne was cruel and cowardly of him, and he was probably going to do the same to us, if not worse, and make everyone watch.
Ariadne seemed to be in an unbelievable amount of pain when he shot her, and that was only the start of it. I looked over at Eames who looked horrible. His cheeks were stained red from blood, and his eyes crimson from tiredness. Arthur's body was a mess of dirt and blood, and everytime he breathed, I could see he was in pain. My ribs felt as if they were about to crack from when I recieved a painful kicking session eariler, and I could feel my heart pounding against them.
"She's waking up." I looked over at Ariadne. Her breathing had picked up slightly and her eyelashes were fluttering. She mumbled something that I couldn't make make, apart from "painful..." and "help...". Her shoulders moved back and she lifted her head up, groaning from the pain. She looked down at her leg and made a small sound at the back of her throat. I looked at her knee and felt like puking. It was a mixture of blood and ruins.
"Ariadne?" She looked up disorentated and dizzy. I looked at Eames in concern.
"Ask her a question." Arthur demanded. Eames shrugged slightly and made a thinking face.
"Ariadne, where do you go to college?"
"Paris." she mumbled.
"And who did we perform Inception on?" He asked, slightly more promptly.
"Robert Fischer." she sighed. Eames smiled.
"There's a good girl." Arthur scowled at this comment. At times it was very obvious that he liked her. Eames often made fun about it behind his back.
It took Ariadne about 5 minutes to regain herself before she was able to talk fully.
"Does it hurt?" Arthur asked her, a voice of concern. She shook her head, then nodded it.
"Yes, at first. Now it's starting to numb." She looked down. "I suppose that's not a good thing."
No, it was not a good thing. I was about to speak when we heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the door, which could only mean one thing. I felt my body tense as the footsteps grew louder and louder. Soon, the door was opened and there he was. Smiling. He looked at me, then Eames, then Arthur, then Ariadne.
"Ahh, good. You're up. I have important news." He paced the room, swiftly avoiding the chairs in which we were sitting. "You see, I've been thinking...it's a little harsh to keep you all locked up in here. I mean, the rooms so small and uncomfortable." He laughed slyly to himself. "So I'm gonna do you a favour." he looked behind him, at which point 2 men, probably the same ones from yesterday, walked in and stood still.
"Who do I want to torture first?" he smiled to himself. My heart dropped. He looked around the room, mocking us with his eyes. He looked up. "Any volunteers?"
Silence. He sighed. "Fine, I'll choose." He nodded his head towards Arthur. My head screamed at me to do something. All I did was look up in shock at him as the men picked Arthur up out of his seat. Arthur struggled and yelled abuse at them.
Do something.
This is your fault.
They're going to kill him because of you.
"HE'S JUST THE POINT MAN!"
More silence. Everyone froze to look at me. I cleared my throat and repeated myself to the man.
"He's just the Point Man. I'm the extractor, I'm the reason the Satio job went wrong. If you're going to hurt anyone, hurt me."
I felt burning eyes on me, but I never dropped my gaze from the man. He laughed at me and walked closer, bending down.
"You're right Cobb." My heart stopped beating. "It is your fault, and it probably had nothing to do with these people. But the thing is...I don't care." he smiled. He motioned to the men carrying Arthur, and they dragged him out. He resumed his screaming all the way down the hall. He took one last look at us, and slammed the door behind him.
The room was silent once more. I was waiting for someone to speak, but no-one said a word.
They must have hated me as much as I hated myself right now.