Ship in a Bottle
Traitor
I hope you enjoy this look into a possible future with Six. Not too much longer until season 2.
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Six continued to wonder how long this would go on as he had from the start.
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He figured that he deserved it at least in some small way.
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After all, betraying the only friends you have and expecting no consequences is a naïve point of view.
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He checked his restraints again; they still held his wrists and ankles firmly to the chair.
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He should have known that they'd come for him after they got out.
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He should have known that no prison could hold them.
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He should have known that one person in particular would be out for blood.
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He felt himself slowly losing consciousness. Good, he thought; at least that way the pain would stop.
"That's enough," he heard Two say. Strange; she hadn't been there before.
"I was just getting started," he heard Four say through gritted teeth.
"We need him alive," Two said cautiously.
"For what," Four said only allowing his anger to show slightly; he supposed that he should count it as an accomplishment that he was finally able to get through that tough exterior.
"He'll just betray us again when he gets the chance," Four continued. "Is that what you want?"
"Of course not," Two said. "But he could be useful, as a prisoner, as a source of information; think about it."
"Fine," Four said reluctantly before turning towards the chair and figure he had just been baring down on.
"Drawn and quartered," he whispered into Six's ear once he got close enough. "That's what happened to traitors in the Middle Ages."
He turned and walked out of the still dimly lit room.
"How could you do this," Two said looking down at the ground. "We trusted you."
He didn't have an answer for her, not one that she would accept anyways.
"If you're going to kill me just get it over with," he bit out; he was done with the whole situation.
"How could you do this," she asked again unnecessarily, shaking her head.
What did she want from him?
"You wouldn't understand," he said bitterly.
"You're right," she said looking up to meet his eyes. "I wouldn't."
"I could have done it too you know," she continued. "Betrayed the rest of you for my own personal gain; Ferrous Corp offered to let me go with no penalty if I left the mining colony and the crew on the planet to be dealt with how they saw fit, but I didn't."
"Could have avoided all of this if you had just taken their deal," he said in an attempt to rattle her. She punched him herself and he suddenly missed Four.
"Don't you dare try to pin this on anyone else," she practically spat at him. "This is all on you."
"You allowed your own selfishness to get in the way of your crew, your family," she said the last word very quiet and quickly looked down again.
"The galaxy isn't a fair place and if you aren't looking out for yourself then you're just waiting to be taken by surprise and stabbed in the back," he said. "This should teach you something about trusting blindly."
"I just hope you know what you lost here," she said before turning and leaving.
He had to admit to himself that her words had some weight but they were also very, very misguided and ill-used on him. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath as it seemed that the immediate altercations were over.
"She meant all of that you know," he heard the unmistakable voice of Five say from somewhere behind him. He wasn't ready for this.
"Wasted breath at this point," he said. "My course is already set."
"So it is," she said faintly. "That doesn't mean that you can't take slight deviations."
"Not much room for atonement in what I did," he said. "Slight deviations won't make much of a difference now."
"A shame that you actually believe that," she said. "Lives are changed, worlds discovered, wars won and lost all because of the slight deviations that each individual takes off of the course that they find themselves on."
"You, the old you anyways, voted to get me, the old me, out of a prison," she continued. "This new you almost single handedly put me in one."
"What do you want from me," he said unsure of how to take all of what she had just said.
"Nothing," she said. "You already gave me everything by casting that vote back then and giving me a chance at this new life; it's a shame that you continue to waste your chance though."
"I don't blame you," she said walking in to view for the first time. "You did what you thought you had to do and maybe somewhere deep down when left to their own devices any member of this crew would have done the same thing."
"Two didn't," he said alluding to his earlier conversation.
"No she didn't," she said. "And maybe it would help you understand what I'm telling you better if you thought about the reasons she would have had not to."
She turned and walked out of the room.
The door didn't open again for a long time after that and when it did it was only Four that returned.
Four walked in with a blank expression on his face; he had his sword this time.
"Don't worry," Four said in a neutral tone. "I'm not going to kill you; no, that would be too easy."
"This is just an insurance policy," he continued with an almost daring look in his eyes. "In case you try to run."
"The rest of them are currently debating what to do with you but I already made my opinion pretty clear," Four continued on his eyes never leaving Six's.
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He should have known what he was coming back for.
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Four was simple.
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Four was angry.
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And Four just wanted to turn him into his new punching bag.
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There were no confused emotions with Four aside from the obvious.
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There were no philosophical debates with Four.
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There was no regret with Four.
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Just anger over allowing himself to be caught.
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Four was simple.
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And for that he was grateful.
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He welcomed unconsciousness like an old friend seeing as he didn't have many left in the conscious world.