A/N: Quickie before we begin-yes, Holiday and Six are hallucinating. I would like to clarify that Six is not actually doing the things in this chapter, he just thinks he is.

Warning: Contains Fake!torture, character death, and gorey imagery. Don't say you weren't warned.

Holiday moved slowly through the maze, not sure what to expect. Thyrne had told her that she had been drugged with his toxin. What was the toxin, and what would the effects be?

Questions flooded her mind until she opened a rusted door, and it all went silent. She stared at the room, blinking slowly. It was Dean's room. Or at least, his room he had in his apartment before he moved into her flat. Before they bought the house.

Holiday moved slowly, in a daze. The walls were the same shade of beige. The comforter was the same blue. The crappy bedside table, the old dresser, the rugged rug...they were all the same. She sat on the bed, and reached for the wallet laying there. It had Calan's license, a debit card, his Providence ID card, and a picture of her.

Holiday studied the picture carefully. It wasn't the Dean actually kept-had kept-in his wallet. The one he had was a picture of the two of them that Beverly had taken. In the photo, Holiday was laughing and looking at Dean, who was doing the same thing. Neither of them had known that Beverly was taking the picture, and it was a beautiful photo.

That wonderful photo was not the one she held in her hands. In this one, she was standing in front of a throne made of obsidian. She wore some kind of black dress, and was holding a crown in her hand. At her feet lay the body of Six, slain. Holiday closed her eyes, wanting it to be over.

She put the photo down and stood, ready to move on. She walked slowly out of the room, gun resting in her hand. The next room seemed to be blank. The walls were painted white, it was completely colorless. Holiday walked forward slowly, and when she reached the door, she didn't hesitate to push it open.

The next room was white as well, but the floor seemed to be stained with blood. Holiday followed the trail, mesmerized. It ended at her wedding dress, soaked in blood. Calan's blood.

Holiday knelt, feeling the soaked silk in her fingers. This was all that was left. A bloody wedding dress. Despite herself, Holiday laughed. If this Thryne thought he could scare her with pictures of Six dead, he was going to be very disappointed.

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Screams.

That's all Six heard, were IV's tortured screams. Tortured, Six scoffed to himself. Excellent word choice.

Dos put down the pliers, before sitting back and turning to Six.

"He won't crack," Dos said, shaking his head. "Give me a hand,"

"No," Six whispered. "No,"

Dos crawled over to Six, putting the drill at his feet.

"Yes,"

Six stared at it for the longest time before kicking it over to IV's feet. Slowly, the green suited man rose, crawling over to IV.

"I'm so sorry,"

And with that, Six picked up the drill and painted.

A/N: Preeeeeettty sure I'm a terrible person. Don't worry, I do see a psychologist. Anyway, I'm out of school, so regular updates are a thing now. I know I've said that before, but I have literally no excuses. So. Have a good one, and I will see you in the next terrible chapter of me ruining your childhood.

Love Always,
Kate