"I thought that I got to go back to my pit of desolation?!" I snapped as Gerry locked my chains in place.

"Well that was my understanding but apparently not" Gerry muttered.

I sighed and examined the room I was in. A queen sized bed sat to my right, blue and white sheets. The entire room was this mellow blue accented with an off white color. The carpet was soft and there was a door that led to what I can assume was a bathroom. My chains were secured to a ring bolted to the floor, something that had been obviously added to the room as an after fact.

"Is this his room?" Gerry knew exactly which 'he' I meant.

"No" Gerry grunted.

"So uhh, what's going on Cro-Magnon Gerry?"

Gerry shot me a look but said, "He just said to stick you in here".

"Just like a dog" I muttered. Gerry shrugged and said he had to leave, giving me a wave before heading out the door.

"Well" I sighed, lying down. I watched the light behind the blue curtains change from orange to red and then eventually black as I dozed in and out of sleep.

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I wasn't in the room anymore. I was at camp. I sat up in my cot, looking around my tent. The air was dry and arid and it smelled of cactus blooms and fresh river water. I stood up to leave my tent when my reflection caught my eye. I fingered my red strands as I stared at myself in the mirror. I heard a noise from outside and left my image, slowly opening the tent flap. The outside world was bright, everything shimmering. I saw Brittock by his tent, he was scanning the horizon. I walked over to him, and when he heard my footsteps, he turned around. He smiled at me and brought me into his arms. Placing his hands on my neck, he brought me in for a soft, gentle kiss. I was in bliss, until I realized something was wrong. I looked between our bodies and saw a blade running through my heart and into his at a diagonal.

I coughed, spluttering as I tasted copper.

Brittock acted as if he couldn't see the blade. He merely smiled as a trail of blood streaked from the corner of his mouth.

"It hurts me too" he whispered before closing his eyes, smile still on his lips.

I shot up from the floor, eyes wise opened as I gasped for breath.

"Holy-"

"Guilt giving you nightmares?"

I jumped again at the sound of Brock's deep voice.

"No, bad life choices are" I snapped, trying to subtly wipe moisture from my eyes.

"And what choices are those?" he asked. Brock was standing rigidly against the wall by the head of the bed, looking creepy and intimidating as hell.

"Deciding to put one of my lives in the hands of murderous assholes" I said, adjusting myself so that we were facing each other. I wanted him to see my hate.

"Gerry told me that you believe we owe you an apology" he said, scrutinizing my every move and expression. His eyes were shockingly vibrant tonight.

"Yes well I was... literally... stabbed in the back"

"You were killed with good reason"

"Good reason?! In what way is murdering me out of the blue 'good reason'" I yelled.

He narrowed his eyes, "you know what you did".

"Obviously not, because I was under the impression that I didn't do jack shit" I snapped.

"You were informing the Raiders of our location and moves in the hopes that they would kill me. My regeneration pod had been tampered with, just like they said it would have been, when I came back from the attack that day. They said you were going to do it next time you were left alone" his control was slipping, his temper spiking, indicated only be the unnatural neutrality of his tone. He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair.

I sat there, mouth wide open in shock.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! I was not giving information to the damn Raiders! I didn't know a single person before I came to the camp, so how could I have befriended these Raiders?" I snapped.

"How do I know you are not lying about that too? They had outstanding proof. Then I return and find out that you attacked Lunkfield. It all makes sense, why you left your pod behind, why you always asked me questions, why you insisted on being part of the planning parties."

"I left my pod because I was too weak and scared and stupid to move it when I left New York! And I asked you questions because I wanted to learn more about you as a person, because I-... did you say I attacked Scar?" the information finally registering.

"Yes, you snuck up on him at the knoll by the camp, attempting to slit his throat. He tackled you down the knoll, you sliced his stomach. He knocked the knife out of your hand, when you tried to recover the knife, he pinned you the ground and killed you with Astvinur" he said, like he was giving a military debriefing.

"That is not what fucking happened" I growled.

"Lunkfield gave the same story multiple times. He said he came across you writing a letter at camp when you woke up and that you acted strange when he inquired about it. When you gave him some bad excuse, he chose to take Astvinur to the knoll to clean it, as I had asked him to do."

I stared at him in absolute shock for a few seconds.

"You must have really wanted me to be guilty if you believed that, believed him over me. I couldn't even defend myself" I whispered. I turned around and faced away from him, drawing my knees to my chest, pinning the opposite wall with my glare.

"If that is not what happened, then what did?" he asked from behind me.

"No that's pretty much exactly what happened. Just in reverse" I mumbled, feeling my eyes burn. I didn't even want to clear myself. I wanted him to leave. Forever.

"Let me hear your story. You have had plenty of time to make it perfect, so it must be good"

"Just leave" I mumbled, my voice quivering.

"What?"

"Just LEAVE!" I roared, standing up and attempting to get in his face. My chains tightened, pulling my hands to the side. I felt my shoulders pop out of the sockets, but I didn't care. I wanted him to see, to be close enough to touch the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"You do not even have another lie to give me, do you?"

"No, I have the truth, but it doesn't matter what I tell you, you've already made your decision" I said backing up so my shoulders could heal. I then laid back down on the floor, making my tears slide across my nose.

"You had your opportunity to bring me the truth, and instead you hid and fled" he said with judgment. I just lay there, unblinking, as he left the room.