(Tw: mental health, blades, just in general violent stuff)
The escape. (Codependent pt 7)
'This will work. It just has to work.' you thought to yourself. You were sat back waiting for the usual sounds of the guards. Internal clock telling you it wouldn't be long before they showed up. Anticipation rolling around in your body, making your skin crawl. Adrenaline was fighting to take over, it wasn't clear if you wanted to throw up or run laps.
Long laps, like the laps you used to do around the dauntless facility. It hurts, you'd give anything to be there right now, exhausting yourself with running, waving at your friends/coworkers.
'Please, please work.'
You just had to get home, even death didn't feel like an actual option. It was such a need that swelled around your chest. Fingers starting to tap on the ground to try and release some of the energy.
"Hey" you heard the word but for some reason your brain didn't focus on it. "Hey y/n... You need calm down." It came from a quiet but gruff voice, and this time it snapped you out of your head. You flicked your eyes up, looking over to Eric who just stared back "If they see you all jittery they're gonna be suspicious." he said, voice going lower and softer. "Take a breath." He was right, of course. It took a bit to reply but eventually you managed to choke out a "Right.". It felt like you were chewing on the word with the struggle you had forcing it past the lump in your throat.
You spent the rest of that time trying to calm your breathing and anxious stomach. You thought you started doing pretty good until you heard the door unlock and start to open. Your hands clenched, all the feelings rushing back, all you could do was try and mask it. Keeping the rest of your body loose and tired looking. Both of you were slumped against the wall. Eric pretended that their entering had woke him up.
He must of done an okay job, they didn't look twice at either of you. Just came over and started picking you both up to drag you away.
Once they started actually moving you, your heart leapt and you gave one last subtle look at Eric. Hoping he could hear your thoughts of the wishes-no, prayers of good luck. His eyes were borderline unreadable, he just looked at you like maybe it was the last time. And maybe it was.
Your head spun the entire way to your room. Making sure it had the plan clearly set up and that you would be able to do every step. You didn't even really register when you entered the room, not realizing you were there until you felt your legs getting restrained.
The reality that it was time started hitting you. 'fuck this is it' 'it's all up to this day' were the thoughts that poured through your head, just a bit longer then you would be ready to unleash hell. Fighting to keep your breathing easy as you tried to subtly look around, looking for anything you could use to aid your escape and hell making. There were plenty of big objects but not a lot that you could see getting your hands on for your initial release.
Attention snapped to your side as the doctor rolled over a tray over next to you. It had a lot of scary sharp things on it. The fuck was his plan for you today? You pondered it for a moment, having all the worst images enter your brain before again deciding you couldn't stay to find out.
Looking at the things in the tray you decided needed one, but how to get it? I mean your hands weren't tied up yet, sure. But those big guys are still in here to see you if you make a hasty grab at it. You'd have to be really sneaky, and patient. Which proved difficult. Time felt so slow waiting for any possible window allowing you to grab anything.
It was an anxious agony trying to stay calm. There were a few times your brain yelled 'Now!' but immediately followed by a 'no, no wait, not yet'. This repeated for awhile until you noticed a true opportunity present itself.
The doctor was currently working on getting a bunch of syringes filled with unidentifiable liquids. And the guards were taking their attention away from you, whispering to each other. Was this the moment? Fuck you had to be quick if it is. You watched as the two men turned around, checking some sheets on the door while still whispering. Their own distraction from you only lasted a few seconds, but it was long enough. You reached your hand out and grabbed something that looked like a small saw, bringing it back and tucking it under your thigh by where your hands are usually restrained. By the time they turned around you looked like you had a few seconds ago.
And to your relief they didn't even question it. The doctor slid his other tray over, none the wiser. He grabbed your forearm, lifting it to start putting I.V.'s in. Not letting them run yet, just getting them in place. As usual he was rough.
As soon as he got them where he wanted he looked at the men "I'm ready for their arms to be restrained" the men nodded, walking over instantly to do so. As usual they had your hands at your thighs, right next to where you put your little tool. Thank God.
Once they were done the doctor dismissed them. And they nodded at him before turning to leave the room. 'Back to Eric now" you thought to yourself. Counting on their routine to be the same.
And it was. As usual they left quickly, and once they were gone the doctor started speaking "I've got a special treatment for you day. One I've been itching to try." his voice was horrid. Slick with malicious intent. It pissed you off. He turned around again, getting something on his computer turned on, mumbling to himself. You took this moment to slide your fingers under your thigh, pulling out the very tiny saw and pointing it up towards you. Slipping it in-between your straps and actual skin.
Quietly but quickly you started moving it. Trying to make quick work of the material.
When he turned back to you, you slowed. Not stopping but trying to make sure the movement didn't catch his eye. He strode back over. Looking over his syringes. Probably trying to decide which one he wanted first.
You were starting to break out in a sweat, gently pulling the arm that was trying to free itself, putting pressure against the now weak attachment it had. He finally put down his hand and picked one up.
That was the moment. As quick and as chaotic as the day they took you. Your hand holding the saw broke free, swinging up.
His head shot towards you but before he could do anything you slammed the saw down onto his shoulder. Pulling back to it cut through clothes and flesh.
A scream rang out from him as he stumbled back a bit, half out of shock and half out of pain. You took those moments to bring the saw down to your other restrained wrist and legs quickly cut it free. It was easy when you had the entire strength of an arm to push through them. Quickly removing the I.Vs you hopped up, turning your attention back to him just in time to see him start to charge you, you didn't need to see his eyes to tell he was fucking pissed.
Yelling back, you also started charging. When he got close enough to swipe at you, you easily swayed back, years of being dauntless still keeping you quick. You then leapt forward, kicking him in his chest. He stumbled back more, exposing all the important parts of his body. You took that moment to lean forward again, delivering a swift punch to the throat. He may be the enemy but it's clear he definitely doesn't have any sort of combat training. He immediately bent over, coughing and grabbing his throat. He was gonna be the easiest part of all this. Heart pounding in your chest and ears, you then reached down, grabbing his head roughly and slamming it into the table next to you. The adrenaline was definitely working, you felt strong and got proof of the fact you were when his body fell to the floor, limp. You stood over him for a few seconds, waiting for any sign of movement. There was nothing.
He was out cold. And now you needed to move to the next part of the plan and get those guys to leave Eric's room and come back to yours. Standing back, body shaking, you turned your head till you see the very obvious alarm button. Stammering forward, you lifted your arm and slammed your elbow into the glass till it broke so you could hit the alarm. A few seconds after hitting it, a horrid alarm sound started blaring, accompanied by a flashing red like through the room.
You knew there had to be those guards on their way back. Which means the first part of the plan had worked. This knowledge seeped into you. As it did, a wave washed over you. It took you from feeling like you were shaky and gonna hurl, to nothing. You didn't feel scared or mad, not even happy. You just felt focused. Ready for this to be over.
You let out a smooth breath and headed over to the syringe tray. Picking up two syringes, one that looked like the stuff they made you feel like you caught on fire and the other was a mystery. Hopefully it was something that would be helpful to you. Holding them both in one hand, you hurried to the other side of the room. There was the big stuff you had seen earlier, you picked up one that seemed to have good weight and sturdiness. No idea what it was but it didn't really matter now.








