“Y/n... Y/n... Y/n!” spoke a voice, followed by a pair of warm hands patting his shoulders in an attempt to wake the teen up.

Lifting his head weakly, he looked up towards the girl in front of him, her white hair which stuck out like a sore thumb, identifying the person in front of him right away. Rubbing his eyes from his short slumber, he surveyed his surroundings to see that all eight of the prisoners had accumulated in front of him, standing in a circular formation, conversing with tense expressions upon their brow.

“Gosh, you really can nod off just about anywhere can’t you?” sighed Sophie as she pulled him up from the ground where he had been sleeping on.

“Thanks. I didn’t get much last night. Thinking about what’s going to come next always hampers me from sleeping.” Y/n slothfully responded, inserting his hands inside his pockets, trying to warm them.

In the short time that he’d been forced to experience in this prison, he’d usually spend the majority of the time with Sophie, hearing her talk about her life at home and about the three younger brothers she’d become unable to take care of due to some extenuating circumstances.

“I had heard from the person who took me away from them that they’d been split up into different foster houses... I couldn’t do anything for them... If only I was strong enough to set myself free...”She had once lamented.

She talked frequently about how the person who took her away from her brothers was terrible, killing wantonly and threatening her with violence, trapping her within a confined space, only allowing the necessities.

“All in the name of ‘Love!’ they’d rambled over and over and over!” she would seethe any time she would talk about him. Evan was the name. A real plotting piece of shit from what Y/n had gathered from her infrequent descriptions of the dude.

All of Sophie’s words had made Y/n think about his own experience with his best friend. It wasn’t anything similar to Sophie’s story, except from Chloe’s in-aversion to violence. In fact, the girl seemed to actively enjoy the frightening act, as if it were more of an enjoyable pastime!

Chloe definitely wasn’t alright in the head. He’d never properly thought about it before.

‘I mean how could she be alright, right? After what she went through thanks to Derrick, she only seemed to care about me at the time and getting revenge. Losing an eye and multiple severe injuries were the last thing on her mind.’ reviewed Y/n, his left hand scratching his neck.

‘I’m definitely partial to her as well, not only for the acts that she’s done to save me, but also for... other reasons at the time...’he pondered, looking towards the others who, at this point, were discussing their escape plan and then back to Sophie.

However, looking at all the facts, it pointed towards Chloe being somewhat of a psychotic, mentally ill, serial killer. Her current appearance scared Y/n, as if she was plotting everything. She became more cynical. More devoted.

Even if she was his best friend of many years, Chloe was still, undoubtedly a murder. A terrible, unredeemable person who’d taken the lives of many without remorse.

Suddenly, two figures moved into position, successfully luring Y/n’s focus away from the girl in front of him. Isaac and Alice had walked over to where one of the guards was standing, abruptly shouting at each other as if they were about to enter a fight.

Catching the side of his vision, Y/n saw Nathan fumble with something within his pocket and quickly look over to his area, locking his eyes with Y/n before quickly looking away, hoping he’d not been seen glancing at Y/n.

‘Weird dude.’ Y/n thought, his attention back towards the two walking towards the guards.

The tall blonde lurched into Isaac, hitting him with a painful looking right hook into his stomach, garnering a shallow cough from the boy as he gritted his teeth, his eyes seemingly complaining to the girl about the power with which she’d applied.

Guard unfazed, the fighting continued, Isaac launching powerful blows in retaliation, pushing Alice closer and closer towards the guard who had been lax, watching the spectacle before them.

Usually there were to be at least two guards at the door at any time, but for some reason three of the four guards had disappeared, the last caught grumbling at how some sort of emergency had occurred.

Always quick to respond, Ashley, who at the time was conversing with Y/n about their lives outside the prison, had caught the murmur and spread it to the rest of the group, pushing up the deadline of their breakout attempt to that very day.

Alice once again was shoved back by another blow, the guard directly behind her, their arms in a pushing gesture as if attempting to shove Alice back into then fray, was caught by surprise when she turned around and threw a punch towards their chin, a dull thud erupting before they fell to the ground unconscious.

Hastily searching through the guards items, she threw a sub machine gun towards Isaac and found the pair of keys she was looking for before signalling the others to come forward as she tussled with the door to unlock it.

The group ran towards the door, the small statured Nathan falling slightly behind, an unfriendly look equipped upon his face as he tugged onto Y/n’s hand, pulling both of them out of the way of the door as it swung open.

None of the group remaining before the open door had the chance to peer what was on the other side before a torrent of bullets were unleashed upon them, their bodies flailing about before falling to the ground as metal cases covered in blood littered the floor next to them.

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Three quarters of them had died in a moment, Y/n’s eyes wide open in horror, his mouth agape, finding himself unable to comprehend the events that had just occurred.

“They’re dead? Just like that?” he murmured under his breath, Nathan once again peering upon his visage, a relieved face resting upon his countenance.

A deep voice came from within the corridor as the sharp clicking of heels meeting the cold floor resounded within Y/n’s mind.

“That was awfully effective was it not? Having a mole is always the best way to get thing done indeed!” Maxwell satisfactorily exclaimed, his polished black leather shoes embarking on a mountainous journey as they climbed atop of the thinly separated corpses to check they were not breathing.

“Arhrrgh!” wept a crying Sophie, Maxwell’s shoe laying atop of her holed abdomen, her signature white hair halfway died crimson as she laid in a mix pool of blood. It seemed she was at the back of the pack, like Y/n had been before he got tugged away by the small boy beside him.

Tears seeped down her silky cheeks as she stared at the tall man in front of her, his lips curved upwards at the sight, prompting him to grasp his pistol and pull the trigger. All dead. Within fifteen seconds, six inmates had died.

“Well you see, I had a plenty good reason to kill these six, so don’t judge me too harshly for it! It just so happens that their counterparts out in the wide open world of freedom and opportunity had been killed, and I don’t intend to run a day-care centre here, so I sent them on their merry way back home!” he grinned, his eyes squinting at the sight of Y/n.

’That brat’s boy huh.... Lets give him a bit of hell, ah yes, that’ll make me feel better for all the attitude that she’s been giving me recently!” he thought, attitude improving by the second as he came closer to the boy.

Raising his pistol towards Y/n, he gracefully re-aimed his sights before pulling the trigger twice, a voice erupting from in front of him as they fell to the ground.

Nathan’s small body shivered on the floor as two bullets had found themselves lodged within his kneecaps. Unable to stand, he quivered in fright as he looked towards Maxwell, unable to speak.

“A deal is a deal, and I did intend to keep my promise, however your friend has expired as well so I no longer need your service.” Maxwell apologized, a frown upon his countenance expressing his sincerity.

A group of men slowly filled out of the corridor behind Maxwell, standing behind him waiting for their next order.

“Say Y/n, your other half is still alive out there. I’ll give you a special opportunity! Kill the boy in front of you and I’ll let you go!” bellowed the man, his eyes grinning as he wondered what the teen in front of him would do, the background filled with small grunts of pain as Nathan was grasping his wounds in agony.

Looking towards the shiny metallic gun in front of him, Y/n weighed his options.

‘If I kill him I’ll be let out? Does this guy really seem like the most trustable person, I mean in the first place we got tricked and imprisoned so it seems unlikely. However.... There might be a chance...’he pondered, looking over to the boy to the floor, empathetically.

This kid was the reason all the others had died. Y/n was more friendly with some of them than others but had thought them all to be quite reasonable and nice people.

′We really might have stood a chance at escaping if Nathan hadn’t leaked our plans, Even if it’s just a small chance that I can get out, I should take it. Besides, he deserves it.′ Y/n attempted to reason with himself, his brows scrunched up as he reached forward for the gun, feeling the cold metallic substance weighing his body down, as if condemning him for the actions he’d resolved himself to take.

There was no going back after he took this shot. No “Outside Life” that he’d talked about. Only this life. This blood stained, grief filled and chock full of misery life that was sure to claim itself faster than his old would have.

Nathan’s pupils shrank as he watched Y/n’s fingers grasp the gun and began hyperventilating as he saw the end draw near.

‘What have I done to deserve this! This is unfair! Unjust!’ he frantically thought.

“Y/n! Y/n think! Don’t do it!” Nathan screamed, biting the corners of his lips in fear as he desperately grasped towards Y/n.

The metal gun stared into his sole as he pointed it towards the teen below him, closing his eyes before attempting to press the trigger. Clack. Clack.

The metal gun shivered left and right as Y/n opened his eyes to see why the gun wasn’t firing, finding his index finger to be not contracting but quivering in place.

‘Come on Y/n! It’s just one press! He’s the reason the rest are all dead!’ Y/n hyped himself up, holding the gun this time with both hands before once again closing his eyes and erupted all the force he could muster upon the trigger.

BANG

Y/n stumbled backwards as the gun moved up into the air, his arms failing to absorb all the recoil from the heavy metallic killing machine.

Nathan’s head led the way to the floor, a resounding pang erupting from his body as his head contacted the concrete floor, blood seeping out from his forehead, seeping down to the floor, creating some sort of crimson crown atop his still warm body.

Then a slow clapping sound was emitted from behind Y/n as Maxwell walked towards Y/n and reclaimed the gun from the frozen boy, who was silently staring at the body before him.

‘I... killed him... Me? I did it? That bleeding body on the ground was caused by me? By my hand?’ he frantically thought, his hand involuntarily shaking.

“Obviously I told you a little bit of a white lie, but who cares, I’m the boss around here aren’t I?” Laughed the suited man as he walked over to inspect Nathan’s body.

“Oh! it seems you’re quite the sharpshooter!” he bellowed, pausing to see Y/n’s reaction to the new information.

Y/n’s expression was scrunched up with grief, stunned as to what had occurred. The boy stood there staring at his hands. His tainted hands. Slightly perturbed that Y/n was ignoring him, he moved over to one of his men, giving him an order before walking away.

“I’ll have to apologise to you in advance. You see, we currently are somewhat short of manpower so we can’t afford to have more than one person guarding you at a time. So I’ll have you relax in a nice solitary confinement cell for the foreseeable future!” Maxwell exclaimed, his mood brighter than when he had entered the room.

It appears messing around with young blood was indeed a potent cure to waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

‘I had to kill him, right? It was my only option? Even if the chance was small the other’s would have wanted me to take it...his life.’ Y/n attempted to once again reason with himself.

Two large men pulled Y/n from where he had spend the vast majority of his time and walked towards a new destination. A long corridor, with only one destination; a mighty metal door equipped with a small covered hole where food could be inserted from.

One of the men released Y/n, digging inside his pockets for a pair of keys before heaving the door open, the former of the two throwing the teen inside onto the concrete, shutting the door before Y/n could react.

Alone again. Concrete walls encasing him in a small rectangular box. This time there was no coming out of the cell, well not to his knowledge. No friends to converse with, only himself and his hands.

Y/n slowly looked down towards his shaking hands once more.

“I’m a murder. Just like her, a bloody murderer.” He whispered.