'Fading to Dust' - from killian (of course payback)
Send me 'Fading to Dust' for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them.
To say that their relationship was complicated was the understatement of the decade. However, it didn't stop Isaac from trying to be friends with Killian. Which was also what had lead to the current predicament he was in. Trapped, in a high tech building, about to be experimented on. It was not something he was looking forward to. Nor would he enjoy it. He was truly hoping for a miracle. That he would be found by someone, anyone. To be freed. As luck would have it, he was alone, with his friend trapped alongside him. Albeit not in the same cell, however he could hear him, though he wasn't sure if it was just in his head or his actual voice as well.
What Isaac couldn't understand was why they hadn't come for him yet. He'd been stuck in the room for quite some time. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but it had definitely been days. He only knew it had been days because he had felt the pull of the full moon, which had been days out when he'd been taken. Another reason why he knew it had been days, was the fact that at least once, what he thought was every day, he was given food. Not enough to sustain him, not with his werewolf metabolism, but at least it was better than nothing. Something about the people in the white lab coats that came and fed him, made him think they didn't know what he actually was. And since they'd also grabbed Killian, he wondered idly if it was the organisation he'd heard John talk about once or twice. Because then it would make sense that they wouldn't know he was a werewolf, and that he needed more food than the average human. It would also explain the collar around his neck. It did nothing for him, except annoy him.
He wondered if it worked on Killian. And that was why he was still stuck in here. It would also make sense why no one else had come to find him, or Killian. Albeit he didn't really think anyone else would come for the older man he had befriended. Not after the things he had learned over the years of living around the other tomorrow people. But it didn't stop him from believing in the good of Killian. He truly believed the man to actually be a good person, and having a good heart. No matter who and how many times he was told otherwise.
As time passed, he got more and more bored of being stuck in a room, mainly because the inside of the room had been designed in such a way that the door out, had no grabbable seem from the inside. If it had, he would've busted out already. However, as time passed, he heard Killian more often, not his words, but his screams. The screams had only started recently, and it was what was spurring him to plan to do something stupid. To try and break out, to get to him. To save him, to get out, alive. And so Isaac bid his time, waiting for the next time the door opened, and food was delivered.
As soon as he heard the tell tale sign that the door was opening, he moved to the side, of where he knew it would be opening from, and quickly knocked out the lab technician who brought his food this time. He listened to the food clatter to the ground, and then poked his head outside, looking around, listening, smelling. He could hear people talking, in the distance, along with the occasional scream. He was not sure who's scream it was, but one thing was for certain, this time it was not Killian's. Isaac used his superior sense of smell to track his friend, it wasn't easy with all of the chemicals in the air, because it burned his nose. But he still did it, while also keeping his hearing attuned to make sure he wouldn't be caught unawares by anyone. He wasn't too fond of the idea of being found out to have escaped, and then be recaptured.
As he skulked around the hallways, he eventually found who he was looking for. He snuck into the room, making sure no one else would walk in.
"You look worse for wear." Isaac muttered as he got closer, and looked at the bindings. He continued to mutter to himself as he let more of his werewolf side out, claws and fangs. He used his claws to break the bindings and got Killian out. What he didn't know was that his friend was dying. Especially not with all the scents in the building. It was why he hadn't pinpointed that the smell of death was actually coming off of his friend.
"I've got you Killi, I'll get us both out." He murmured, keeping his voice quiet and soft. All in a way to make sure that he could get out, while mainly carrying his friend. He kept walking, every once in a while stopping and hiding in random empty rooms. After what felt like hours, he'd finally gotten himself and Killian out of the building. Being outside, helped with clearing all the muddied up smells that were stuck in his nose, but not the chemical smell which had burnt the inside of his nose slightly. Which was why it took him a while to realise the the scent of death was still lingering.
Isaac almost dragged Killian to the edge of the road, and into the bushes that lined the road. All to get out of view, and not get caught. He was exhausted, and his entire body ached. Partially from being locked up for so long, but also from a lack of nutrients in his body. He gently placed his friend down, against the trunk of a tree, and then sat down right next to him.
"Killian?" The name came out more as a question than anything else. Especially when he realised that his friend's breathing was slow and laboured. "No, no, no Killian. Don't do this, not now." He muttered and scooted closer and leaned in closer. Focusing in on his heartbeat. Isaac finally realised that Killian was dying, and he really did not like it. It wasn't fair, not when they were finally free, and would be able to get home. "It's not fair." He mumbled, his eyes tearing up. Even if they were only friends, losing people had never sat well with Isaac. It would also often end up as physical pain, even though he wasn't actually hurt. "How am I supposed to get home now?" He asked as he heard the stutter of Killian's heart. And eventually it stopped beating all together.
"I'm sorry Killi. I wish I'd gotten you out sooner. i didn't mean for any of this to happen. I just, wanted to explore the area. I didn't know we'd get captured. I'm sorry, so sorry. It's all my fault." He was muttering to Killian, even though his friend was actually dead. No more breaths taken, no more beats of the heart. And Isaac knew, it was his fault. He was the reason Killian had even been out in the forest. All because he had gotten curious and wanted to know what was out in the forest. It had ended up being a bad place, and now he was sat there, alone, next to his dead friend. "I'm so sorry." He spoke softly as tears started rolling down his cheeks, wetting the shirt he wore.
