AN: The hardest part of writing this is dibs and dabs is that I lose track of what's already happened, who's said what, and all of that. xv
Also, sorry 'bout the loong delay, I've got an unpredictable muse _ but I hope the next update will be much sooner in coming than this one was xV
The Clone jumped in surprise as he recieved a reply. And even more surprising was that it wasn't Abby who answered him.
Oh.
Oh! He knew that voice, it was the same one he spoke with!
"Connor? No, wait, of course it's you... hold on." The clone was shaking. On one hand, him finding Connor now was a good thing, as it hopefully woudl mean Helen couldn't use him to get to Connor... but on the other hand, the clone was terrified that without abby there, he'd revert back to following Helen's orders.
"You were calling for Abby- what's going on? I thought you were Helen's pet." Connor's voice came from the vaguely lighter patch of space a few feet away. THe clone carefully made his way to it, holding his fears at bay, and reached into his pocket with a shaking hand.
"I... I was. But apparently Helen misjudged the connection between you and your Abby. I... I was ordered to hurt her, and I couldn't. We came to rescue you, but I wandered away from Abby." He explained to Connor, fumbling the small metal key as he tried to find the keyhole in the cell door.
Connor blinked in surprise in the cell, but shrugged.
"You 'ave a key?"
"Yep." His clone popped the 'p' like he did, and Connor almost smiled. This was weird, but at least the cloen was on his side, not against him.
"Will it work on the chain, y'think?"
The clone wasn't sure. He was spared having to answer for the moment as the key slid into the lock, and after a moment of turning it this way and tha,t the door clicked open softly.
The clone stepped into the doorway, keeping part of his body in the way so the door couldn't easily be reclosed on them.
"I don't think it can." He told the man. Connor looked a bit of a sight. He had some bruising on his face, and his wrist was red and raw looking, his hair mussed. Connor's face fell, and he sighed, then shook his head.
"'Kay then, I'll just 'ave ta do this!" He told his clone, yanking at the root of the chain, and the clone watched in surprise as Connor fell backwards with the force of his pull as the chain broke free of the wall, plaster clouding in the air and settling on his skin and hair.
Connor lay on his back and looked up at the clone with a broad grin.
"Bet y' didn't think tha' would work, didya?" The clone shook his head, but couldn't help grinning in response. He gave Connor a hand up, and then moved back to the doorway.
"We should go and find Abby. I don't know where Helen is." The clone's voice was tinged with worry. Connor's eyes widened, and he looked really concerned.
"Right."
Oh, if Helen went anywhere near Abby, he would.. well, she would wish she'd never come back from the dead!
The two identical men (apart from the results of Connor's day in a cell) rushed out of the cell and down the hallway in the opposite direction, finding some sort of confidence together in the pitch darkness that each had lost alone.
Perhaps dealing with a clone of himself wouldn't be as weird as he had feared, Connor mused for a moment, before worry over Abby overtook his thoughts.
Abby was lost. The hallway she was in had lightened considerably, unless her eyes were just adjusting. She wasn't sure.
Her torch's battery was running low: the light kept flickering in and out, and she hoped she would find Connor, or at the very least, the clone, before the battery died compeltely on her.
"Hello, Abby."
