Hello again! Thanks so much for the reviews of this story (I do not own the Misfits characters)!
This chapter is partly a filler chapter, I'm sorry if its a bit boring, but the future side will pick up EVENTUALLY. I'm actually pretty sure where this story is going in terms of plot and ending.
Er, it's just the middle. FILLER, FILLER FILLER!
If this chapter had some grammer (grammar? :/) mistakes I'm sorry, I was very brief with spellcheck as I was sick of seeing as the red lines squiggled under the names I made up :L Depressing.
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Nathan groaned as he came to, feeling his stomach flip over. It was like the worst case of a hangover and his head was pounding. He shuddered, feeling disgusting; blood caked into his eyelids and up his nose. He gradually stood up, and the door opened, with a soldier with many gadgets strapped to his thighs and arms.
They knew he wouldn't kill the soldier the morning after, his body was so run down. The soldier gruffly told him to follow him and he was brought to a large cold white room, a lot larger than his own metallic room. His clothes were ripped off and he was so disorientated, he didn't know what was happening until a strong burst of freezing water hit him, sending him into a wall.
He choked and coughed, water spluttering out of his mouth as the water just kept pumping, pinning him against the wall. He was fully humiliated when the water stopped and he could hear people laughing. He covered his naked shivering body with his hands, looking down into the pool of blood red water around his feet.
His own reflection stared back sadly.
Next thing he knew, he had been killed, to avoid any unnecessary drama upon returning to his cell.
When Nathan woke up, his room was crystal clear, especially the chair he had fallen asleep in, devoid of many blood he may have rubbed off onto it. Redmond was picking his nails in the corner and he hal- heartedly glanced at Nathan who was sitting wrapped in a towel, feeling miserable.
'Do you have any clothes?' Nathan asked hopefully, but Redmond shook his head and turned back to his nails. He himself had already had 3 showers since carrying Nathan back to his cell after the Games, but he could still feel the stickiness of blood.
Nathan noticed his attitude was offhand and neutral. Cold, even. He decided not to talk to him much today; after all he was his guard. Not a friend. Despite his arguments with Redmond before about his father's goodwill, they generally all had the same attitude. Nathan just wanted to prove a point. Suddenly a strong sense of fear struck him.
'R-Redmond, my- my pic-' Nathan choked, his fingers breaking through the thin material of the towel and getting caught as pure terror set in. His picture, his Kelly, his friends? His clothes had been ripped off, had they been incinerated? Thrown away? Nathan held back a retch. Redmond turned and rolled his eyes, his fingers making the very slightest of gestures to his pocket and Nathan let out a wheeze. He stared at Redmond who turned away again, yet again emotionless and detached.
'I want a window' Nathan whispered, but Redmond heard and narrowed his eyes.
'Escaping again?' Redmond said back.
'You could use a television that was routed to one of the CCTV cameras outside' Nathan suggested, although he knew televisions were almost 700 years out of date. It would be incredible to find one now.
'I'll ask' Redmond said, and Nathan smiled.
The television was planted in the corner of his room within the week. Nathan was overly excited. He was hyperventilating when he woke up one day with a huge flat-screen in the corner.
'I don't know why you care. It's just a simple box that flashes pictures, I don't know how people liked it' Redmond sneered back but he grudgingly switched it on for Nathan, who was afraid he would break it.
The image flashed up as a corner outside the building. It had a patch of grass, a line of pavement, a bin in the corner and another part of the wall of the building. Nathan clapped his hands excitedly and sat in front of it, hands clenched in his new t-shirt.
His legs were folded like a child and he vividly watched the screen with interest. He gasped when a person walked by.
'For Christ's sake, why is your fanny on fire' Redmond sighed, staring at the screen. He saw nothing interesting. He then sighed and went back to sit on the rickety splintered chair by the wooden table and spreading out cards.
'C'mon, let's play' Redmond said, dealing out the cards. Nathan waved him off. The idea as a television as a window was a brilliant one in his mind. He was pretty much techtarded, so he couldn't actually use the television for any benefit. It filled up Nathan's long hours of being alone with something at least, and if he broke it, it was his own fault. He knew it probably wouldn't be replaced; it was a miracle he had it in the first place, and he was gladly soaking up every minute of it.
Yet the joy wasn't long lived. Eventually word got out that Nathan had a window to the outside world and it freaked everyone out. He was watching them? The unit were greatly protested against and Nathan watched the protests in interest, which were crowded outside, including in the area where his particular surveillance was situated.
Nathan was worried that the unit might take his television away, but instead, the protesters decided to take out every surveillance camera in the area. Including unfortunately, his. The screen went blank when he saw a particular hippy throw a brick at the camera. Nathan stood up in shock but was scared to go near the television for fear of breaking it. Redmond had been lazing in the corner when it had happened.
'Redmond…' Nathan said tearfully, sounding like a 5 year old who had dropped their ice cream, 'my televisions not working'
'Did you touch it?'
'No! Someone destroyed the camera'
'Oh… so do you want to play cards?' Nathan growled angrily at him. 'Fine, fine, I'll fix it.' Redmond then heaved himself up and sighing, went out the door. Nathan anxiously watched the blank screen, his eyes less than 2 inches away. But it didn't come on, and when Redmond finally came back, he was heaving in a rectangular box, shiny and silver.
'What's that?' Nathan said, his breath held.
'Something called a BVD or something'
'A DVD player?' Nathan said jumping up and hugging him. Redmond wheezed out suddenly and started choking. Nathan let go of him apologising. Redmond grumpily set it up (it seems that nowadays, everyone knew how to set electronics up).
Suddenly the DVD symbol was bouncing around the screen. Nathan shrilly shrieked and flung himself down on the floor.
'So what DVD do you have for me?'
'They only gave me one…'
'That's OK!' Nathan said quickly, making a grab for the small box behind Redmond's back.
'Your not going to like it' Redmond produced a DVD of Spongebob Squarepants. Nathan's face dropped a mile.
'Your shitting me'
'Sorry, no'
Nathan grabbed the DVD from Redmond, trying not to let his utter disappointment show and switched it on. He pressed play and groaned.
'You don't have to watch it.'
'I'm fucking watching it' Nathan said angrily and then flipped off the CCTV camera still watching them in the corner. 'Wankers' He whispered furiously under his breath. He watched the whole DVD, again and again and again. Soon enough he was chanting along to everything and Redmond was writhing in the corner.
'ARE WE FUCKING WATCHING IT AGAIN'
'I like it'
'OH FUCKS SAKE' Redmond would breath out, almost crying with desperation. He didn't think he could stand the laugh anymore. Nathan watched with fascination.
'Why do you like it?' Redmond asked one day, after moaning in the corner for yet another re-run. Nathan shrugged.
'It reminds me of the 21st century'
'The graphics and poor drawing skills clearly show its 21t century appeal' Redmond scoffed before shaking his head and turning his head to the side.
'OK, fine… I like it because I used to watch it with Manny'
Redmond shut up instantly, and Nathan didn't say another word. No conversation was exchanged until 8 o' clock came and Redmond was leaving. Redmond leaned down and hugged Nathan quickly, and buried his head in Nathan's curls before walking out the door. The door shut immediately afterwards and Nathan heard the click of the confirmation of the lock.
Nathan turned back to the television and the yellow sponge, not falling asleep until around 2 in the morning. Everything about the show brought back memories and if the unit was trying to use it to torture him, it really wasn't working. Maybe they would destroy the television when Nathan became really attached to it.
But all in all, he didn't care. If the television was destroyed, that was just one more thing taken from him. Least he had it for a little while, and the memories it had surfaced were worth a lifetime.
When Redmond arrived in the next morning at 6 am, Nathan was fast asleep, curled up into a small ball. He winced at the sight of the sleeping Nathan on the rock hard floor. He wondered how uncomfortable must it has been.
But he couldn't ask for a blanket or anything, another thing. They were already suspicious, although Nyx seemed… encouraging. He was insisting that Redmond was doing a fine job, so Redmond became a bit more confident and he felt he didn't have to keep up his parade of hate in front of Nathan. He would show him what a true friend was. Or… was it true at all?
Nathan woke with a start, gasping and whimpering. Redmond watched from his standing position and Nathan met his eyes for a moment before looking away embarrassed. He knew he couldn't just go back to sleep now that Redmond was here so he sat up slowly and switched on the television.
Redmond groaned loudly, kicking a nearby device. It whirred and beeped, and there was an electric pop and suddenly Nathan was writhing on the ground as if being electrocuted.
In a moment, Redmond was kneeling beside him.
'Oh fuck, oh god I'm sorry.' He said, Nathan unable to hear him. Redmond followed the wire from the machine he had kicked which was attached to a needle piercing his chest, one of the many.
Redmond yanked the needle from Nathan's chest and the boy stilled, his eyes closing then opening again, his green eyes almost cold. When Nathan recovered, he sat up and stared at Redmond. His glaring made Redmond feel uncomfortable so he turned to sit on one of the wooden chairs. Nathan turned back to the television and they said nothing to each other.
It was a couple of days later when Nathan spoke up.
'Do you miss your dad?'
Redmond flinched, his eyes catching Nathan's knowing ones. They were provoking and inviting at the same time. They had a question and answer in every blink. Redmond just nodded, before turning back to his Solitaire. Why would he ask that? How would he know?
'You don't know me' Redmond said almost accusingly. 'You think I'm like them, you think we're all the same. We're humans, just like you and all your dead friends'. Redmond knew he said the last bit to make the boy shut up but Nathan merely blinked at the low blow. Redmond felt angry that Nathan would ask such a blunt question, like he wouldn't miss his father? He was his whole world. Wasn't he?
'We're all humans all right' Nathan said, his eyes narrowing. Redmond's mind strayed to the original question so he turned to Nathan fully before answering.
'No. I don't miss him all that much anymore. He was my father, but he wasn't my friend.'
'Okay.'
'Ok? OK? That's all your going to say? Just because you can't untangle yourself from the past, doesn't mean I have to clean up every mess you get yourself into. OKAY? I have so much more better things to do than listen to your high and mighty bullshit, and I'm stuck here. If I could leave, I would, I fucking hate you sometimes.'
Sometimes I think I fooking love you.
The voice banged around in Nathan's head and he turned away from Redmond, biting his lip.
Oh god, please.
'Nathan?'
God please.
'Nathan, here I'm sorry'
'I used to say sorry like you did, it didn't mean anything. I don't mean to be high and mighty. Me, of all people. I am- I-, and-' Nathan turned around and Redmond saw tears slipping down his cheeks and was beyond taken aback with guilt, 'if I could die forever and let you and everyone else free, DON'T YOU THINK I WOULD?'
His shout echoed around the room and he slumped over, his eyes glazed. Redmiond hesitated before getting up and patting the immortal on his shoulder. But he was unresponsive. He was sick of asking, why me? So instead for once he asked a different question.
What's left?
While writing the last bit, I was listeneing to Skyscraper by Demi Lovato :L I'm not really a fan at all, but I love that song and I feel like it kinda is the themesong of this story rofl. Usually what gives me ideas for the story is songs like Iris, songs by Three Days Grace and other random ones. Mainly heavy rock, cuz thats what I like, so the song I was listening to was a bit different. And sickenly inspiring.
The actual story idea came from the song 'When They Come For Me' by Linkin Park. Listen to the lyrics (actually looking them up now, I realise soem of the lyrics are different from what I thought they were but OH WELL) Especially the line, 'And I'm just a student of the game that they taught me, Rocking every stage in every place that they brought me'
So yeah, thats where I got the idea of the Games :L And theres loads of other songs. Anyways, after boring you with that, I hope you enjoyed that chapter and please read and review!
