Blood Stained
Chapter 3- I'm not a psychopath, just a murderer
Rated- PG 13 occasional use of profanity (none in this chapter, i dont think)
i promised this chapter this afternoon, but I was a little late. I didnt wake up till 3pm (happy new year). Like I mentioned before, since Im really late with this fic, it is going to be a little different then the series itself. Ill try and bring in season 2 info, but only little things, like certain characters, and scenes. Ive really had this fic planned out for a long time I just haven't gotten to writing it so...ya. Skye will have different powers, but we will still see her father. Ill try and bring in Hunter and Bobbi. Simmons might go undercover (im not sure yet) but basically Ill take everything I see wrong with this season (ward's treatment, how i think they will treat skye, Coulson's hypocrisy, and lack of fitzskimmons) and fix it. But also adding my own fun twists, and suspense. I hope you enjoy...read and review, follow my on tumblr (Lusquishafer), and also Im looking for someone to edit my stories before I post them so PM me if you are interested :)
"With the recent events I have decided to deny your request to send Skye in."
"I really think it will help...if not us than her." Melinda crossed her arms behind her and looked over to Coulson who stared through the one-way glass.
"What do you mean, it will help her" He kept his eyes trained on Skye.
It was almost 2 am and she was still awake. He had taken the tablet from her but somehow she had managed to get her hands on another.
"Keeping her locked in a hospital room alone wont help her heal."
"She isn't damaged"
Melinda sighed, "Not physically damaged, but mentally? She needs help...those things she was saying that night...she actually thinks Trip was her fault."
"and you think letting her talk to that psychopath will help? He tried to kill fitzsimmons" He turned to her and she rolled her eyes.
"He isn't a psychopath, maybe a sociopath, if anything. A psychopath lacks empathy, they are in control, and and do whatever it takes to further themselves...they don't care what happens to others, or what they'll think, and a sociopath acts on impulse, they have empathy...Ward cares for Skye, and if he wanted Fitzsimmons dead, they'd be dead. He didn't plan everything, Garrett did, he didn't further himself, he furthered Garrett. You know that.
He paused and then looked up at her "I don't know whether to help him or not. I want to help him...but something feels wrong about it."
"He is manipulative, I know, but he will talk to her. She is his weakness. The reason he cant possibly be a psychopath.
I'm not saying we let him back on the team but letting Skye talk to him will help everyone."
"No"
"Phil..."
"I don't want to hear you mention him again. He is to stay locked away at the fridge, and you are to stay here and follow my orders... or leave."
"You don't mean that"
"You are giving me now choice"
"You have a choice, and you know I'm right." She motioned to Skye. "Whatever she is going through he can help, and whatever information he has he wont give up until he can see her. She is the only one he trusts"
"You can stay...or you can go"
"I said I wouldn't leave again"
He looked up at her and flashed a smile "Good-
In the mean time you can have Jemma move Skye into Fitz's room, and start her sessions with the psychologist."
"She doesn't need a therapy"
"You said it yourself, she needs help" He turned and walked away leaving her to her thoughts.
"Not like this" she yelled back at him.
Not like this
"What do you think happened"
Skye watched the tablet carefully, zooming in to get a better read on the body laying on the hospital bed.
"Skye?"
She looked up "hm?"
Fitz stared at her with worried eyes. "What do you think happened to Trip?"
She knew. She knew all too well. But nobody believed her. "I don't know."
"Well you have been staring at his hospital footage for hours now so I would have expected you to figure something out"
Just then another voice spoke up "How about you both drop it and eat something" Jemma walked into the room balancing two trays in her hands.
Skye looked away as she placed the two trays down on each bed.
Jemma spoke up again. "I have things to do, but Ill be back later to escort you to your session"
Fitz looked between them. "What happened to you too"
Skye and Jemma both looked at Fitz and then each other.
Jemma clasped her hands together and turned to leave "Ill see you later"
She couldn't sleep the past couple nights, and oh-how tired she was. Every time she tried to close her eyes to please the people watching her through the glass window, she'd either have the nightmare of grant...or something else.
Something new...and darker, invaded her mind now.
The same thing that she dreamt of the night she hurt Trip.
She startled in her bed when someone came walking into her room.
"Jemma, is that you?"
She didn't bother to turn the lights on. "Uh, ya...it is"
"Is something wrong?"
She walked up to Skye. "I'm sorry, we need your room"
Skye grabbed the tablet from her nightstand and turned on the lights. Jemma's head jerked away to look at the ground.
Jemma continued "With all of the Hydra attacks going on we have more and more injured coming in every day, and we are running out of room."
There was a short silence between the two girls.
"Jemma, why wont you look at me?"
She glanced upwards and began staring at the machines Skye was hooked up to. "You'll be sharing the room with Fitz, there is plenty of space, and it might help his recovery"
"Cant you just look at me? I'm sorry about what happened... I cant control it."
Jemma finally looked up at her accusingly "Cant control what, Skye?"
"You know what. I told you. and Coulson. and May."
She scoffed "What you told us isn't possible, Skye-
you were dreaming- you had a nightmare, and when Trip went in to calm you down coincidentally he had a seizure caused by stress. It happens a lot in our line of work."
She didn't understand. "Do you actually think that?...or is that what Coulson told you to think"
"You need rest Skye, you haven't slept since Trip, you haven't had a good sleep since-... hydra, and if you don't stop stressing yourself out with all this blame, the same thing that happened to Trip will happen to you."
Skye leaned against the back of the bed and wiped the tears that began to form under her eyes "So you don't believe me."
Jemma sat next to Skye on the bed and reached forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear "What is there to believe, Skye. You couldn't have possibly placed those memories in Trip's head."
"Then how would I know about them"
"You probably read it about him when you erased our files, or he told you and you don't remember."
Skye grabbed her hand and pushed it away.
Jemma sighed and stood back up. "I'm sending in another nurse to move you into Fitz's room, and I'm setting up a session with the base's psychologist, May's orders"
"I don't need therapy."
"You need help."
Fitz waited for the door to close behind Jemma and then looked up at Skye "What aren't you telling me"
"It's nothing"
"It isn't nothing..."
She just played with the tablet, trying to avoid the conversation.
"I know that I'm not as involved with everyone as you told me I used to be, but...something happened and nobody will tell me what. I though you were supposed to be my friend."
"I am your friend."
"Then why wont you talk to me. Ever since you told me about the tall man, you haven't said a word. And then next thing I know I don't see you for a couple days and then we are sharing a hospital room-
I'm quite frightened to be honest. You looked tired enough and now you don't sleep at night...I don't think Jemma does either." He looked over to her and watched her place the tablet to the side.
"His name is Ward"
"What?"
"You keep calling him the tall man, but he has a name. It is Grant Ward."
"You're avoiding the subject."
She looked up and smirked dismissively. "I know...I just don't feel like talking about it right now..."
He leaned forward and grabbed the tray of food in front of him. "Well all right, but you better eat. You look starving, and you really need a shower."
She laughed to herself and grabbed a biscuit off of her tray "Ya, ya, i know."
He took a bite of his mac and cheese and stopped for a moment, taking in the information she had just told him.
With a full mouth he muttered, "Grant doesn't sound like the name of a psychopath"
The air surrounding him was cooler. Dryer even. He could hear air being blown in through a vent at least two yards above his head.
He hadn't opened his eyes yet but he could tell he was somewhere new. This wasn't the hell hole Coulson had sent him to.
He could no longer hear waves crashing on the shore or seagulls squawking outside his window.
Hell, it didn't sound like there was a window at all. Just a four sided room with air conditioning and...a mattress?
This definitely was not the fridge.
When he finally opened his eyes he was almost blinded by a white wall. He clenched the side of his bed only to feel a shock of pain in his hand.
oh right. My fingers are all broken.
How the hell did I get here?
"Alright I'm getting tired of your games. We ran out of fingers already and beat your pretty face, and right now I really don't feel like getting the ice bucket out. I suggest you speak up"
He winced at the pain as his muscles clenched together to show a devilish grin "Awww, you think I'm pretty?"
"Oh, he speaks?"
He shrugged "My ego always did get the best of me"
She smirked and shook her head, looking down to write something on her clipboard. "I guess you really are like garrett. He always was too full of himself. Always exaggerating his stories to make himself look like the hero." She nodded to the surveillance camera in the corner and another agent came in carrying a bucket of ice.
He placed it on the floor as the agent in the corner fixed his hand cuffs so they were behind his back, instead of hooked onto the table in front of him. He gritted his teeth from the shock of pain in his hand as the agent then shoved him to the floor in front of the bucket
"Well Anderson, unlike John, the stories I tell are true-"
"I don't think so, I mean isn't it your lies that landed you here"
His smile broke as Skye crossed into his mind. She was angry and shoving him. She had tears streaming down her face. 'You liar, Son of a bitch you LIED'.
"-How about I tell you a true story then."
"Well yes that is why you are with me now? So you can tell me the truth"
"Alright well how about this-
Two years ago, around this time. Garrett had a mission with his new trainee.
You see they get themselves in this... conundrum. and you know...shield being shield doesn't bother getting them out...
and Garrett's real intentions are revealed when, I, of all people, stupidly bring up Garrett's hydra relations, thinking this trainee has already...Gone to the dark side..por say.
The trainee doesn't like this. Garrett pleas with him that hydra is better than he thinks. Garrett says shield is the real monster and that they have left us here to die. But the trainee won't have it-
so as my punishment, I have to take care of him and make it look like an accident." Ward smiled once again "This next part might sound a little familiar...you wanna know how i know who you are, agent Anderson?"
She stood up from her chair and walked over to face him where he was kneeled over the ice bucket. "Enlighten me"
His eyes didn't leave hers as she lowered herself to squat in front of him. "After i shot him ...through the heart, I found YOUR picture in his pocket. Covered in his blood..."
Her mouth dropped slowly at the realization of what he was telling her.
"Looked like a fun new years party...too bad he cant make it to the next-"
"You're both psychopaths"
"I'm not a psychopath, just a murderer"
Cold ice stung the open cuts on his face as he choked on the ice cubes that flooded into his mouth. The agent had pushed his head under with one hand forcing his head down and one pushing on the collar of his shirt. He fought hard to push back up but both his hands and feet had been secured together behind him and the agent shoving him down was too big to fight with his core.
His collar choked him on the wake back up when the agent tugged on it.
He laughed through his heaving and looked up to find the single tear that had fallen from her eye. "I'm sorry, was my story too much? You wanted true."
"So you were the one who killed my brother."
"The one and only"
"After the fall Coulson told me that Garrett had all of his failed trainees...taken care of, but- I expected bigger jobs for his second in charge.
"I did anything Garrett told me, I didn't care. Even if it was to take out the easiest of targets."
" ...where were you in those five missing years"
He just stared at her with a grin on his face
She looked at the agent holding him, "Again"
He shoved him to the bottom of of the bucket so his face smashed against the cold metal interior, drawing blood.
The agent tugged him back up.
"What are Hydra's intentions-"
He swung his head down and allowed it to dangle in front of him.
She raised her voice "Where are their bases-"
"I don't know...where is James. You never did get his body back...I hid it pretty well."
She yanked him up by his hair and looked him in the eyes. "If you don't tell me anything soon, Ill have to tell Coulson that you knew nothing, so we had no choice but to save our resources and put you down for good."
"Good. Do it." He growled through his teeth.
This time he was under long enough so that the blood from his head wound could mix with the water and he was sucking it down with every attempted breath. It was a taste all too familiar so he didn't mind it much anymore. This was all too familiar.
When he was pulled back up he shook the water from his head and started shouting mockingly at her "OH C'MON ANDERSON YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT. YOU KNOW MAYBE IT JUST RUNS IN THE FAMILY. JAMES DIDN'T PUT UP MUCH OF A FIGHT EITHER"
She shoved the agent holding him out of the way and pushed down on Ward with all her weight. His face was pressed against the bottom of the tub again, but he didn't fight back.
He deserved this.
He didn't even kill James but he deserved it.
He couldn't keep the water out anymore and he was running out of breath. She was strong for her size and he was too weak to fight it so he took it.
He wasn't there when James was killed. He was undercover in Russia. Garrett called him and told him about the loss of another recruit but bragged about his death. He told him every detail up to the part about finding the picture. It was a shot in the dark with assuming this Anderson was related to James Anderson.
The water clogged his nostrils now and filled his lunges. Anderson wasn't stopping and nobody was stopping her.
He could hear his heartbeat pounding through his ears and his vision started to go black. This was it. Flashes of his brother treading water in the well filled his head with grief and guilt. He deserved to die like this. It was all too perfect.
Maybe Skye could be at peace knowing he suffered in his last moments.
He lay in the water. Still now. Anderson's hand pressing against the side of his head.
Visions of Skye solaced him. Any time he ever thought of her now he only saw her pain, but now...he saw her smile.
The last thing he remembered was being pulled from the water and thrown to the ground.
A tall dark figure was holding back a crying Anderson.
He was probably dead. This was probably another hallucination. He deserved this.
How the hell did I get here?
The chrome interior of his new cell resembled the bus.
Was he on the bus? No. The bus didn't have a white wall.
Suddenly the wall turned transparent and the light to his cell and the outside came to a dim resolution, but still unpleasant to the eye.
He lifted his arm above his eyes to try and help make out out the figure approaching him.
"Hello Ward. Long time no see"
He couldn't believe it. "Skye?...is that you?"
"Sorry to disappoint... it is just me"
His eyes finally adjusted to reveal the cavalry, in her usual black attire, and usual disapproving glare.
Shit