Chapter Four

Tricked by a Teenage Girl


A/N: Thank you guys so much for all your support for this story. To those wondering, I will incorporate paper trail but later, as I and others need to catch up. I am warning you, below will contain accounts of D.U.P cruelty from Delsin's perspective. If you're not comfortable with that skip past it and pretend he's been disturbed by butterflies and daisies. 'Cause ew, happiness.


When Delsin opened his eyes, he was shocked to see his own room before him. He shifted, and felt the soft sheets of his bed, and a warm solid object next to him. He turned his head and saw his second-favourite conduit in the world (okay, first, but he'd never admit it to her) sleeping on her side. What's happening? He didn't know why panic was swirling in him, but the last thing he remembered was passing out after the girl had grabbed his arm, leaving him to the D.U.P he presumed. Perhaps it had all been a nightmare? One way to find out.

"Fetch?" He murmured, rubbing her arm in an attempt to rouse her.

"Fetch?" Louder this time, now giving her arm a slight shake.

"Fetch." Now at normal volume, sitting upright.

"Fetch!" He gave her arm a playfully rough shake, causing her to roll over.

Delsin wanted to scream, cry and vomit all at the same time.

Instead, all that escaped was a strangled sob and a bad taste rising in the back of his throat.

Fetch's face was a mess. Caked in blood and barely recognisable.

Grief and rage coursed through him, clashing with guilt and blame. This happened right next to him while slept?

"Oh, Fetch." A tear escaped the corner of his eye as he looked down, right at his blood stained hands. This time, he screamed.


He was still screaming, in the darkness. Twisting, cold metal cutting into his wrists and forearms. Wait, restraints? Delsin opened his eyes, wrenching himself back into conciousness. Bright light assaulted his eyes, and he blinked rapidly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, before he could keep them open. He was lying on his back, strapped to a metal table. His bindings seemed to be formed from the table, curving smoothly without any obvious hinges or gaps. A bright lamp positioned over him looked to be the source of his vision's discomfort, revealing the room to be tiled, and a sterile white, and he saw a drain out of the corner of his eye. He shuddered to think what had been swept away down there. He realised there were hands on either side of his head.

"Get offa me." He tried to growl at the unknown person, but it came out as a hoarse whisper.

"How did you break free?" A deep voice asked, sounding a mix of confused and awed.

"What do you mean? Fetch, is she ok? Tell me she's ok!" Delsin's volume increased until he was yelling.

"I'm like you." The voice said again, and the pressure was lifted off his head. He heard footsteps and a figure came into view. A short man, with long, scraggly, dark hair and a scruffy beard.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Delsin, I promise. They've got my brother." He looked down at the imprisoned conduit with sad eyes.

"Dammit, answer me! Is Fetch alright?" Delsin shouted in frustration at the calm man.

The man cast a nervous glance at the black window in the wall facing Delsin's left, then a manic look came over him. He grabbed Delsin's shoulders.

"I don't know if they got her, but what you saw – I'm a conduit, I can influence brain waves! They made me show you that, or they'd hurt my brother. But I can't do it! It wasn't real, it wasn't -"

The man was cut off as a D.U.P soldier charged into the room and clocked him over the head with an armoured fist. The man crumpled and the soldier dragged him out. Seconds after the door had shut, Delsin heard two gunshots. He squeezed his eyes shut.

So Fetch is alive. He breathed a sigh of relief, once again scanning the room. It was like a cross between a police interview room and a pristine torture chamber. Really, the two used to be synonymous in Delsin's mind. The door opened again, making Delsin jump, and a man in D.U.P uniform walked in. He took off his helmet and leered down at Delsin. The conduit guessed he was in his late 40's (wrinkles starting to show, hair starting to grey).

"Delsin Rowe." He spat at Delsin.

"Asshole DUP guy," Delsin glared at him, "what can I do for you?"

"Well, that's what I'm here for." The man grinned down wickedly at the young Akomish man, though Delsin refused to show any sign of fear.

"You see, Delsin Rowe, we know when we've been beaten. There were over a thousand of us here and in our bases outside Seattle. Half of them turned themselves in after we heard the news about Augustine. As for the rest of us, we know it's a matter of time before we're caught. But before we go, we wanted to take as many scum bag bio-terrorists with us."

He pulled a machine over from behind Delsin's head, which Delsin hadn't been able to see before. It had many different arms attached to scalpels, needles and all kinds of other nasty medical equipment that he'd only seen on TV. It looked like a prop out of some crappy horror film. Regardless, Delsin was wary of the man now.

"As for you, Delsin Rowe, I had something a little special in mind for the little bastard who blew our entire operation." The man flashed him one last insane grin before turning to the machine and punching in something on a keypad. A weird flashing came from behind the tinted glass, but the man didn't notice as he had his back too it. Delsin tried not to look like anything unusual had captured his attention. However, he couldn't stop a wide grin from spreading across his face when a streak of pink neon burst through the door, and materialised into one very pissed off Fetch.


A/N: I apologise for the lateness, apparently school loves to get in the way apparently. To my awesome guess reviewers: thank you guys so much, your support is appreciated. Thanks to my friend, who doesn't have an account so I can't name her, for beta-ing and to necro-wulf for helping me come up with the set of paper powers, which I promise you guys will get to see soon! Please review me with what you think and keep being awesome!

- Felix