After what happened with Carolina, everyone had hoped that the Director would see reason. The A.I.'s were becoming to dangerous and unstable, Carolina didn't even last five minutes of them being active. Sadly the Director either refused to see reason, refused to believe there was even a problem, or simply he just didn't care. They had recently received a new A.I., Epsilon, and the Director had nominated Washington to be implanted.
Carolina and Texas both asked the Director to reconsider. They told him about how he was unfit and unqualified to receive an A.I. Anything to get him to stop with the procedure. He didn't bother listening and they didn't bother pressing on. They were sure that even if they could convince him otherwise, he would just have Washington abducted in the middle of the night and continue with the procedure anyway. York would've surly volunteered to be the abductor.
Carolina, along with Texas, Montana, Alabama, and Michigan were all there for him. And they all witnessed the horror first hand. The second he was implanted he started screaming and shouting and attacking the doctors. He kept screaming in pain and agony, and the Director just watched from outside the room. He clutched his head, tearing hair out as he collapsed on the floor screaming from the pain. Carolina started crying and begged the Director to stop and help him, or to do something and he still didn't listen. Montana had to pull her away from the window to just so that she couldn't see him like this. Finally after much screaming and crying, Michigan stepped in. He stormed in going against the Directors order, physically pushing them aside and went in to help his friend. Washington was so wild and deranged, Michigan had to choke him, grabbing at his neck and squeezing tight until he passed out.
That was nearly five days ago. Washington was still in recovery in a comatose state. He wasn't responsive or showing any sign of waking up. And throughout the nights, Carolina never left his side. Even now she sat beside him holding his hand and with dried tears on her face. Every now and then she would whisper in his ear. Hoping to wake him up with a good memory or just trying something to reach him. She'd talk about Emma, their beautiful daughter, how tough and strong she was and how they raised her to be so. She would talk to him about their future, about how their lives would be like when this was all over. He never responded.
Alabama stood outside the ward watching out incase any trouble were to come by. Specifically York. The rest of the New Crew, Hampshire, Mexico and Jersey were all dead, so he was working solo now. He approached the door wishing that it was all clear, his intentions uncertain. He was almost there when he was stopped by the bodyguard.
"Stop. Agent New York I can't let you pass." She stated.
"Come on Abby, I don't mean any harm. I just wanna talk to them, or her." He tried to explain. She wasn't buying it.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you in. Agent Carolina said so."
"Oh my God well you quit being an annoying bitch for just once in your life!" He shouted. He'd never shouted at her and he could see she was angered.
"I'm going to say this one last time. Stay away from here!" She said more firmly and grabbed her Shock Baton. Even armed she was still no match for a veteran like York. But there was noway he was going to fight her. She was the Little Sister of Freelancer after all. Not everyone cared about Washington and Carolina's relationship, but if anyone heard that he beat up Alabama. The torment would never end.
"Listen Abby just step aside and I won't have to hurt you!" He threatened and clenched his fists.
She grew nervous. She didn't want to get hurt, but she didn't want him getting in either. Was he really going to hurt her? "Its okay Abby." They heard from behind York. It was Texas. "He isn't gonna do sh*t to you. Isn't that right York!"
She approached and took her stand beside Alabama. He wasn't going to risk getting in a fight with them, he just walked off. They waited for him to clear out of the hallway and then Alabama released the breath of air she didn't know she was holding.
"Thank you Agent Texas." Alabama thanked her, but she was still shaking a bit.
"Its no problem kid. You a bit shaken? Why don't you head to the Mess with Monty and Mitch, I'll take over."
"Only if you don't mind. How's Montana doing? It is her brother after all."
"Despite that, she's doing a hell of a lot better then Carolina is. Weird."
It was pretty weird. Washington was her brother after all. And from what everyone learned about their childhood, they were practically inseparable. So why wasn't she broken heart about Washington's condition like Carolina was? Maybe she knew better.
Alabama didn't wait any longer and decided to head to the Mess Hall with her the coast was clear she stepped into the Ward. At the sound of the door close Carolina woke up from her nap. Not eating or sleeping appropriately for five days was taking its toll on her. She kneeled down beside her. "Hey Carolina. How are you doing?" Texas asked.
"Hey Tex. Sorry I must of dozed off."
"Come on Carolina come with me. Lets get you something to eat." Texas gently pulled on her arm, but Carolina yanked away from her. She held onto Washington's arm even tighter afraid to lose him.
"No!" She nearly shouted. "I'm not going anywhere! I'm staying right here until he wakes up." She began to play with his blonde/brown hair and brushing some off his scratched face. Since the incident he hadn't had a chance to continue dyeing his hair blonde. She liked it better in its natural brown. More tears began to build and sobbed beside his face. "I don't want give up on him. I don't want to leave him."
"Carolina listen I get it, but this war, the project..."
"I don't care anymore! I don't care if it ever ends or not. I just want to be with him. I want us to be together."
Texas had to pull her away and brought her into a hug. She gently patted her shoulders and comforted her. "I know. I understand that you love him. But starving yourself isn't going to help." In all her life Carolina never expected to hear Texas speak to her so gentle like. "Now come on, lets get you something to eat and then you get some sleep. Nothing's going to happen. I promise."
Carolina wanted to refuse, but her stomach already answered for her before she could speak. Although upset, she still agreed to follow Texas to get food. But she swore that once she had eaten she was coming right back. Texas didn't argue with that.
From around the corner York waited for them to exit the Ward so that he could do his work. He watched and waited and then made sure that Carolina and Texas were out of sight and gone. He even went so far as to follow them till they made it to the Mess. He then returned to Washington's Ward.
He watched him as he lay there still comatose. He had been waiting for this for a long time. Several plans and plots developed for weeks to get revenge. He was so deranged with the concept of revenge that he even considered attacking Carolina. If they were destined to have a daughter, then he could potentially put a stop to it if he put a kid in first. Voluntarily or by force. Even rape had become an alternative for him, of course that would mean death for him IF Texas or Washington had learned about it. And WHEN Michigan learned about it, that was even worse then death, he still remembered what he did to California all those years ago and it brought a crawl to his spine. And he WOULD know about it. He knew everything.
He had very little time. He stood outside the ward with device in hand and ready to kill his once friend. It would look like he finally died in his sleep. Carolina would be heart broken of course but he would be there for her. And once she had gotten over Washington, she would love him again, then they could be together. This is what it came down to. Killing Washington for her. She would understand once it was done.
He stepped into the ward and saw him still asleep, and the door shut behind him. This was it. Now or never. He took two steps and then felt a hand grasp his shoulder and a fine blade come to his neck. "Now what do you think your doing in here?" Of course it was Michigan, and with his machete. That son of a bitch was everywhere. "Abby explicitly said that your not suppose to be here."
"F**k off!" He said and try to escape his hold. Michigan had an iron grip and squeezed even tighter. "Just let me do this."
"Do what? Kill my friend? I'm sorry but I'm not a big fan on murder."
"Says you. BetaGabeButcher!" Michigan then threw York up against the wall and held his arm behind his back so he couldn't move.
"Hey, I'm a diagnosed paranoid, schizophrenic, Sociopath. I'm considered Psychologically insane and not fit for active duty." He twisted York's arm even more, causing him to yelp in pain. "Whats your excuse? Your old friend taking your girlfriend. I saw that a light year away."
Michigan then spun him around and punched him in the gut and the kneed him in the groin and let go of him allowing to collapse to the floor. York's heart began to race, as Michigan circled around him like a shark circles its prey, and sang "Insanity is Taking Over." He then lifted him up by the collar and then slammed his face twice into the wall. All while still singing. "The Fantasies are Driving Me Mad"
He then pulled York away and pinned him against the door, grabbing his head so that he could see in his eyes. "All of my murders were more justified then your petty attempted one." York looked into his brown eyes, now turned red and completely void of remorse or empathy. Not a single sign of life any either one of them. Just a cold empty orbs.
"You'd don't know how enjoyable this would be." He said and slid his thumbs down to his and started squeezing. York grunted and nearly yelped from pain. He knew this was only the beginning. "This would be so much easier." The door then opened and York was thrown outside. "Sadly I don't get the pleasure."
York started rubbing his eyes until light came to view and saw a fist coming in fast. He was blinded once again and thrown to the floor from the blow. When he looked up he saw an enraged Carolina begin held back by Texas.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She yelled. "I'LL KILL! I'll F**KING KILL YOU IF YOU HURT HIM!"
York finally got to his feet and ran.