Hi everyone... I'm really sorry to leave you on such a big cliff hanger and then not post. Some of you might be thinking my neglecting habits to this story were merely to spur you on... but I tried to post two days ago and my internet was down. It only just went back up, so here's the next chapter!
I've received a few reviews from Sparksy9 requesting for the story to include Mark Collins exploiting the weaknesses of the other team members. This is mostly a Waige-centric story, so the story is mostly focused on the two of them.
My take on Collins, from the episode of Scorpion which we all were introduced to him, was that he was extremely resentful towards Walter for having him committed and thought himself to be above the other team members. Which is why in the story Collins is seen as obsessed on killing/torturing Walter instead of the others, and is focused on exposing only Walter's weaknesses.
However, he did exploit the other team members weaknesses as a whole in his mission to cause Walter suffering. He preyed on their dependency to Walter by mentally removing him from Scorpion. Then, Collins targeted Sylvester, Toby and Happy's hatred towards him by using their eagerness to catch him to lure them out of the garage so he could attack Walter.
As for Paige... Collins didn't know her to well. She's basically his tool of destruction for Walter as you'll probably discover through further reading.
As much as I think individual targeting and exposing each characters weak points would be fascinating, the story is more about Walter and Paige's weaknesses and obstructions as the story and their relationship progresses.
None the less, Sparksy97, I hope you still enjoy this story even though it isn't exactly turning out how you hoped it to be :)
Anyways, once again, this chapter short and sweet ;) I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Scorpion.
Chapter 11
Paige's hands were over her side trying to keep herself from bleeding out. Her attempts were futile, however; crimson liquid was seeping out and pooling around the tile floor at an alarming rate. Fat tears streamed down her face as she cried out again. Walter stepped towards them, but halted when Mark turned towards him, the gun flicking to face Walter as well. Walter raised his hands instinctively, trying to prevent Mark from shooting him.
A mad grin overcame Mark's face. "How nice of you to join us, Walter. How was the rabbit hole?"
"You." Walter seethed, his voice scratchy from lack of use but still filled with anger. Anger coursed through him immediately, and though his body swayed from exhaustion, his words were fierce. Mark grinned widely as Paige's head fell to the ground. She released another sickening moan that made Walter's stomach twist. "You did this. You shot her!"
"Yes. It's awful isn't it?" The corner of Mark's mouth pulled to the side as he gazed at Paige pitifully. "Look at her. She's spent so much time taking care of you Walter, the all holy leader of the group."
"I get that you hate me Mark, for sending you away. I get that. But why did you have to take it out on her? It's not her fault that I had you committed." Walter growled. Though he was weak, and what little integral strength remained in him was consumed with rage, Walter's intellect was still functional. He knew he needed a plan to get the gun out of Mark's hand. In order to create that plan, he'd have to stall to keep Mark from shooting him as well.
"You want to know why I shot her? It was because of you. She was here, ready to protect you. And when she tried to, I shot her. You let them all down when you dove in the hole, and she was the only one who believed you'd make it out. And now it's your fault that she's going to die." Mark was clearly basking in Walter's anger and inability to prevent Paige's seemingly inevitable demise.
Paige cried out again, blood soaking her shirt. "Mark. Let me call an ambulance and I'll do whatever you want. Please." Walter resorted to pleading.
"No!" Mark exclaimed as Walter reached to grab the garage's phone. He keep the gun trained onto Walter's temple, the wild glint in his eyes showing Walter that he would shoot again. "Let her serve as a metaphor, Walter. A metaphor for all the possibilities. The world was at our finger tips. We could have accomplished anything. Together, we could have done anything. But you killed those possibilities, and I was the only one who suffered. Now, you get to watch something you care about die. You may think you have no emotions, Walter O'Brien, but we both know watching her die, like I watched everything I loved die, will bring you to your knees."
"Please, Mark, I'm begging you." Walter pleaded, EQ exuding from him. His plan was feeble and poorly constructed; begging would hardly suffice, but Walter knew he had to do something. "She'll bleed out all over the floor. She has a son, Mark!"
"We had a future, Walter!" Mark yelled back. "But now I'm the one watching something that could have been beautiful die without a care in the world, and you're the one dying with it." Mark laughed cruelly. "I'll make it quick, though, Walter. Like you were with me. A short good bye."
Mark turned, pointing the gun at Paige's head. In less than a second, Walter felt anger fully consume him. The adrenaline he had been praying for finally rushed through him, bringing him a newfound energy, but Walter knew how temporary it would be. He quickly seized the opportune distraction as Mark prepared to end Paige's life, knowing it would be his last. Walter flung himself at him as a gunshot ricocheted through the air.
Another cliff hanger... Though I'm sure at this point you're hardly surprised.
Thank you so much for all of your reviews! Please continue writing them! I read every single one, and each one brings a smile to my face :)
