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Life After Snowpiercer: To Good To Be True

Summary- 6.2k Curtis Everett x You. You are ready to be intimate with Curtis again after the assault. Edgar is told something from the past that shocks him, makes his world come crashing down. Warnings- Sex, mentions of assault, talks of cannibalistic survival, violence. NSFW.

Chapter 11 / Masterlist

“Babygirl, I got you. Your safe.”

Curtis was sure to pause, wait until the panicked ebbed from your eyes and you started to visibly relaxed underneath him, and although your eyes wide staring back up at him said you were afraid, he could see it ebbing from your face, even where his hand rubbed at your waist, you seemed to lose tension. “All you have to do is ask me to stop, and that's where it ends, okay?”

You give him a wide-eyed nod, and he lifted up enough to press his lips against yours, his voice soft against them. “I need to hear you say it Babygirl.”

Your hands, they seemed to have a mind of there own as they curled around his biceps and you let yourself forget the weight of another, but that it was Curtis’s slim hips pressing slightly against you and Curtis’s heavy masculine weight just pressing into you, not crushing as your previous experience had been, but grounding. If you think his name enough, then your assault will no longer have control over you. Your voice hovers in your throat, and he held himself still waiting, his hand still stroking you till you could focus on that alone. Comfort, soothing. Hands that never brought you any pain.

Even the callouses on his fingertips and palms were familiar to you, you've felt these hands a hundred times before and will continue to do so as long as you want to. You had nothing to be afraid of. Your fear that was locking your throat eased back, enabling you to answer him. “I will, Curtis.” Tilting back up to press your lips harder against his, and his tongue trailed the seam of your lips till you parted from him, and his tongue explored you, intimately.

A stroke to the roof of your mouth had you tipping up further for him, slow, sensuous strokes to have your own following along the underside of his till he tilted his head, slotting close to take your soft moans that started to rise from you. A hand grasped your waist for a moment until it eased it's hold, shifting enough so that there was room between the two of you, his hand rubbing against your lower belly, where you would grow hot. He knew how you liked to be touched, as familiar with you as you were with him. Curtis's fingers danced along the band of your panties, and followed the seam to between your legs, just brushing fingers at your clothed core.

Doing nothing more than stroking the cloth, Curtis could feel the dampness building, and lifted from your lips, to watch your head fall back to the pillow, your eyes haze's as they looked up at him, your breathing turning more rugged, like drawing in the air was the last thing you were remembering you needed to do. “Feel Good Babygirl?” Curtis asked, and you gave a nod, spreading your legs a bit further for him.

Hitching a finger into the lining and pressing aside, he was sure to keep his touches light, still feeling the occasional quivering roll through you. The pad of his finger slides up and down, working between the folds into your warmth, gathering slick and spreading it to your clit, and along the outside of your folds. “Mmmmh, you feel really good to me Babygirl, your so wet and welcoming.” His finger swirled around that tiny bud, making you jolt your hips and whine out in a needy way. “Curtis, again please.” Your fingers traveled to interlace at the back of his neck, and he obliged, watching your face contort in the pleasure as he rolled your clit with just that right amount of pressure he knew was your undoing.

Now the quivers in your legs weren't from anything other than the feeling he was building in you, one lifting to hook around him. It was hard for the man, how badly he wanted to just sink into you, knowing just how good you would feel clenching around his member, the way your hands would scramble till they found the hold they wanted with your cries telling the world you were coming undone for him.

That you were only for him. Not anyone else, not the filthy fuckers that tried to use you before and break you until you were a shell of his girl.

It all became overwhelming to him in that moment, watching you as his fingers continued to make you tilt your head back into the pillow and roll your body, saying his name in a lovely chant to keep him with you. He dropped to covers your lips, muffled your cries as he let a finger start to press into you.

And that's when your eyes shot open and you started to freeze, your fingers curling into the back of his neck, and he stopped. All his movements froze right along with you, “Y/N, Babygirl, come back to me.” Curtis moved enough to try to catch your hollowed eyes, and they suddenly filtered back to his face, and you took a deep breath. “I'm here.”

He was getting ready to stop the whole thing, and just entice you to go to sleep, but you shook your head and tugged lightly at his hair you're managed to be able to fist in your hand, “Keep going, it's okay. I'm with you, I trust you. Let's keep going.” He looked like he was still going to pull away when you leaned up to nudge your nose against his own, breathing out softly. “Please? I need this.”

Searching your eyes, Curtis gave a soft nod and let his lips settle against your neck, whispering between kisses. “Do you know how strong you are Babygirl? A fucking warrior. I never would be here without you.” While saying this, he continued letting his finger stroke your channel, slowly working you open with gentle presses and strokes. “That’s my good girl.” he mummers as his beard gently scratches along your collarbone, lips still soft with the tip of his tongue gracing patterns in your skin. You start clutching around him, sliding your hands down from the back of his neck to his shoulders.

It felt better then you had remembered. Your mind so clouded with your last experience, that all the ways he was working your body in the way Curtis was so intimate with, made you moan out loudly. Clearing out those memories from before in this moment. Rocking your body into his hand as he pumped you for a few moments, Curtis pulled out to add another. “I still got you Baby” You vaguely heard him, arching a bit to rub yourself against him, but he pressed himself against you to lower back into the mattress, giving you that weight and friction you're craving against your stomach and open thighs.

It was a sight for Curtis, watching as you rocked underneath him as much as he allowed you to, your head tilted back to expose your throat, seeing how you gasped and dropped your mouth open trying to drag in some air. The corner of his mouth curved upwards, pressing lips back along your collarbone, and back up your neck, he could feel you squeezing and flexing around his fingers, moving so his thumb could roll and slide up and down your clit. “Curtis! Oh god.” You pressed up against him once more, and he let the warmth of his breath husk against your ear. “Come for me Babygirl, let me see you feel good.” You started panting, twisting your head to meet him, whimpering as you rocked onto his palm again, his fingers expertly stroking against your g-spot. “Come on Baby, feel good for me again.”

You nodded and cried into his mouth, clenching around his fingers and straining your thighs against his ribs from where he was draped between you. A hand came up, lightly brushing your hair back, and holding the back of your head as he kissed across your face. “Beautiful baby.” Lowering you to the pillow, slowly letting his fingers spread your slick around you, he loosened your thighs grasping him and say back, just admiring the way you looked, your body quivering and you weren't hiding away or trying to become small, curling in on yourself.

Blinking up at him, Curtis was bathed in a soft glow from the window above your head, your eyes went from his pleased expression and down, it had been a while since you really just appreciated his physically, hiding that from your thoughts but now, still on a high from a few moments ago, you couldn't help but take in the broad shoulders and his wide chest with the trail of hair that led down his belly in a tempting path. The pants he wore were slung low, that sharp V cutting into him, made you whimper softly, and he chuckled, watching you pull at your fingers to keep from reaching out. “Do you see something you like Babygirl?”

Your eyes shoot up and you feel heat warming your cheeks at being caught staring at him, never really been able to do that before in the dark of the tail end. He quirked a smile and leaned over you, letting a hand slide up your side and cup a breast, leaning his head down to lap at the nipple before sucking it into his mouth to roll and tug on it slightly till you said his name. “Yes, Curtis I was. Fuck do that again.” You clutched your fingers into the sheets beneath you and he did as you asked before popping his head back up, his blue eyes twinkling a bit as he stated. “Don't worry, I was to Babygirl. Can't keep my eyes off you when your like this.” He returned to give the same treatment to your other breast, making you squirm a bit, and give a giggling moan. “I missed this and you.” Your hands moved to the front of his pants, and he lightly grasped her wrist, lifting enough to kiss your lips.

“I missed you to Y/N, but don't feel bad if you ask me to stop, okay?” He loosened his hold and let you decide from there. Nodding, you wriggled his sweats down over his ass and down his legs. “Take them off Curtis, all the way.” Your eyes remained on his face, and he kicked his legs, finishing pushing them off while you reached between the two of you and took his throbbing member in your hands. His face contorted at the slight squeeze, gliding upwards, your fingertips tracing over the throbbing member. Part of you made your heart flutter in a small panic at his size, his girth. But the more important part took pleasure in seeing him clench his jaw and hiss in pleasure, how he had to close his eyes for a second feeling your fingers wrap around him. Your thumb swirling over his cocks head, and then back down exploring, feeling that steady throb. Taking his balls into your palm, adding to his pleasure, you can tell he likes it by the way he pumped into your hand. “Babygirl, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.” He finally grunted, out and lifted his head to look at you, clearly trying not to get to carried away, but you would swear the way his eyes looked into yours, that he was happy at your boldness in touching him.

Wriggling underneath him till your comfy, and hooking a leg over his back, you pressed him against your entrance and nodded. “No more teasing Handsome.” You promised and he moved to his elbows along each side of your head, while he eased himself into you, and your leg tightened around his back in response as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold on, breathing out. Fuck it felt good, the way he stretched you open, quick to lift your other leg to hold onto him. His hand moved to cup your face, and kiss you deeply at the first roll of his hips, nudging himself against you. It wasn't fast, or hard, there was no rush in the way he rolled against you, just brushing his cock through your flexing channel. Soft whimpers escaped against his lips, open-mouthed and breathing heavily against one another and then deep kisses while inhaling each other's moans and hungry sighs.

Curtis broke away, his mouth finding purchase down your neck, as his hips rocked against you again, which started to meet him, his upwards grind pressing against your pelvic bone and clit, a trigger for another urgent “again, please, more Curtis.” Your bodies rocking against each other, working together in a slow dance and his arm slid around your waist, angling your hips upwards and giving a slow roll, making you gasp and clutch his back while you arched sharply, “Oh fuck.”

Curtis watched as your eyes rolled back, your mouth turning into a O of surprise and your body locking tight with a quiver. He gave that slow deep roll again, you were so fucking tight around him that it was hard to keep control, wanting to rut his cock hard till he spilled, but he held back, ready to pull away when it got to be to much. To watch you though start to dance that edge into your orgasm, your nails making deep half-moon marks where you grasped his back, the soft mewling noises driving him crazy.

“Baby... please tell me your close,” Curtis said roughly, and you nodded urgently, rocking back to meet him again when your room burst in soft green, making you gasp in surprise. Another roll of his hips and reassuring whispers from Curtis “Fuck Baby! Just like that, so good how tight you are.” Your gaze fell to him, and the soft glow shimmered across his face, making his features sharp. The tendons in his neck sharp as pleasure riddled through him, full lips and dark beard that you had come to appreciate, the wisp of freckles across his nose, and the bluest crystal clear eyes you've seen coming through the green shimmers in the room, “Come for me baby, please”

It was enough, under the sky showing you one of the truest wonders of nature, you came undone in his arms, your crying his name while you withered and squeezed around him to milk his cock, and the moment he tried to pull away from you, you refused to let go, locking your arms and legs around him, and he shuddered against you, rolling deeper as you flexed around him. “Babygirl, you have to let me go, I can't stop it...” His voice groaned out against your shoulder as he tried to still himself, and you buried into him.

“I don't want you to. Don't leave me.” You wanted him, and weren't willing to sacrifice the moment by him pulling out, willing to take that chance. You had to forget, that feeling your assaulters made your body remember. Replace it, recall this moment, this feeling, full of Curtis, safe in his arms, right where you belonged. And he didn't try to fight out of your hold, his ruts turning more demanding, his face screwing up and head dropping as he eased himself enough to hover over you, and chasing his own orgasm, fill you with his seed with his own roaring cry, as he sank into you that final time spilling himself. Curtis collapsed into pleasured oblivion for a few moments, cause fuck if this wasn't the best thing he's ever felt, just being buried in you, and letting himself go.

This was the first time he had ever let himself release in you, and to say that bliss feeling wash over him wasn't a high all on its own for him would be an understatement. Sinking down, you let your thighs loosen till they were relaxed and your hands slid from that tight grasp in his muscles downwards to his lower back, rubbing softly while your face was tucked into the crook of his neck, just feeling him slowly loosen around you. Closing your eyes, his heavier body was pressing you into the mattress, but it felt good, being able to feel Curtis come down from his high, the soft groan as he slowly came back around, and he rose back to his elbows, his chest pulling off yours, his hand coming up to brush some of your hair back from your face.

“Fuck you were beautiful, watching you come for me.” Placing a soft kiss to your lips, he pulled out and shifted off of you to get comfortable once again. You rolled to your side to face him, and his thumb smoothed along your brow, smoothing it out. “What are you thinking Babygirl?”

Your hands reached up and took his, weaving your fingers together. “First... How much I missed being with you Curtis. Missed this, these moments where it's just us, nothing between us.” You smiled softly, and he lifted your hands, kissing against the knuckles. You started to blink back tears, getting a bit overwhelmed with how it was all crashing on you just then, and your voice cracked at the next part. “Then I was also thinking how different it all was going to be, but it wasn't Curtis, it wasn't any different, and I'm not broken.”

Curtis couldn't help the way his own eyes filled hearing the relief in your tone, the way you were just breaking with him. Letting go of your hands, he pulled you closer to him, and you sunk your face into your chest, your tears warm against him as your body shook in a few broken sobs. Finally letting more of it go. He let his hands soothe against your back, his lips pressed to the top of your head till you pulled back, red-rimmed eyes looking up at him. “I would have waited as long as you need baby, but I promise your not broken. I'm glad you finally see that, your still my girl regardless of what happens.”

The two of you settled in for some rest, your fingers trailing up and down his chest lightly as your head laid on his shoulder, the northern lights still dancing in the window behind your bed, and while you feel asleep, Curtis watched out the window with a slightly tilted head, recalling how you came right when they appeared, lighting up the room so nothing was truly hidden from you two.

Maybe it's a sign things are going to get better...

Edgar was waiting in the kitchen that morning, lost a bit in thought while some food was being put together for Matt. It had stuck with him for weeks Matt’s parting words shortly after he was locked up.

“How much do you really know about your precious 'leader of the tail end’ ?”

And he had left it at that. But they stayed in Edgar's mind, what the fuck did he even mean with that? Edgar known Curtis his entire life, and there was nothing hidden in the tail end. Everyone was up in each other's business, whether they liked it or not. A clang of a tray brought Edgar back, looking down at the mess of food tossed on. “What is this?” He dunked the spoon in and lifted it to sniff it, and taste it. Surprisingly it wasn't all that bad.

“Its called a stew, been going all night, and y'all can have some later.” Tess knocked the spoon out of Edgar's hand and he rubbed at it.

“Ow, really necessary? God damn.” He muttered while picking up the tray, Tess, waved a spoon at him, narrowing her eyes at him. “Now don't you go eating that. He may be the prisoner now, but we're not gonna starve no one.”

Edgar gave a grin as he pretended to lift the spoon up and she tossed a hand towel at him, which he ducked out of the line of fire, laughing. “Course Tess! I wouldn't do such a thing.”

He proceeding towards the car that was being used to house Matt still. Johanna sat with the door open, letting in a bit of fresh air into the car when Edgar arrived.

“You mind if I slip over to the kitchen for a bite myself while your here Edgar?” She pushed off the floor and stretched to get the kinks out. “Long night sitting here while he's sleeping, and I can use a pick me up.”

“Sure, I got him till your done. Should be about time for the next shifts anyways.” He held out his hand for the keys, and stuffed them in his jacket pocket while Johanna handed off the rifle they used with each shift change. Edgar propped it against the wall and shut the door as Johanna left. “Hey, git yer ass up, got you some food.” Edgar was careful to approach the homemade bed Matt used, and shoved the tray over, moving back and out of the man's reach. Matt grunted, rolling to his side, to see the steaming bowl, and moved to sit up, ignoring Edgar for now and pulled the tray closer.

“Ahh Tess’s stew, the best there is.” Holding the bowel in his palms, he blew on it and took his first few bites while Edgar made himself comfortable, slipping off his jacket, and draping it over his knees, watching as Matt continued with drinking some of the liquid off the top. “Y’all should be thankful that she didn't die in the sabotage. Fucking Curtis doesn't deserve this.”

Edgar didn't bite back at his remark like he usually did. Matt's words echoing again, Edgar cleared his throat, broaching the subject. “Few weeks ago, when you were brought here, you asked me what did I know about Curtis. What the fuck did you mean with that.”

Matt looked up from his bowl, using a finger to run along the edge and suck on his finger, smirking. “What, having some issues, are you? Curtis cracking under the pressure of taking care of everyone?”

Scowling at him, Edgar rolled his eyes, and glared across the car at him. “No, in fact, best we've ever been. Why I’m wondering why you're saying that kinda shit at all, to be honest.” Matt set his bowl back on the tray and pushed it back over. “Come on Edgar, use your fucking brain. You heard the rumors, the stories surrounding the back end, and Curtis. What are they?”

Edgar gave a shrug, and casually repeated the rumors he had heard over the years, the ones he scoffed at cause there's no way in hell any of it happened. “They didn't feed the tail-enders when they first came on. Soon out of desperation people started to kill and eat each other. Until one day Gilliam made the ultimate sacrifice, cutting off his arm and giving it to the people. Fucking made-up man, I asked Gilliam himself and he told me that never happened, that his limbs got infected and had to be amputated by your parents.”

“Well fuck Edgar, they aren't going to tell you the truth. That whole place is Lies just to survive. You didn't think Gilliam was working for the front end, Wilford's friend. But guess what, nightly phone conversations. I was there, I heard them all. Talking about all of you, what you were up to, who's fucking who, who's planning what. Curtis, freak fucking accident. He was supposed to be killed at the tunnel. Funny though, you seemed to ALMOST take his place there. Let you get sacrificed.” Matt could see the doubt crossing Edgars face at that, and laid it on thicker. “Who knows Edgar, I mean... for all I know, Curtis was originally working for Wilford to. Lost his God damn mind, before it all went as it was supposed to. Curtis was offered to come up front you know. Almost took it to.” Matt smug when he said this, Edgar's gaze flashing in horror.

“He wouldn't, he hated Wilford with everything he had.” Edgar shot back to defend the man.

Matt scoffed, picking at his shirt and sneering. “Really? Cause as soon as Curtis was offered Y/N to come up to join him, he just about caved. So close, he was that close to taking it. Having the girl, living up front with us.”

“Lying fucker you are. Now I know you’re full of shit. Y/N wouldn't ever come up to live in the front end.”

Nodding Matt sighed. “I'm afraid in that your right, not willingly anyway. But she could have been forced into it. Y/N never was the brightest woman there was. She cuddles right up to that murdering fucker the minute she could. I always figured it was a protection move. My sister is pretty, is she not? By tail end standards. She is an easy target.”

“Your fucking sick, that is your sister your talking about like you don't even care.”

“Your right, I don't. She barely tried to get me back when I was first taken. Know who else didn't care Edgar?” Matt grinned coldly, finally prepared to drop the latest bit of information he had. “Curtis didn't care when he stabbed your mother right in the stomach. Dropped her and took you right from her arms as she laid, bleeding out all over the floor. He didn't care, took you, and you know why?” Matt leaned forward a bit, saying it as calm as if they were discussing everyday matters. “Cause according to people like Curtis, little babies like you were, tasted better.”

Edgar paled hearing Matt, and whispered darkly. “Your lying. He didn't kill my mom. She died due to complications having me.”

“Yea, that's what everyone told you cause probably half of them didn't want to admit that they ATE HER.” Matt shook his head at the man's denial. “You’ve seen that nasty scar on Curtis's arm? Where he tried to cut off his own arm to offer because of the fucking guilt at gutting your mother. Y/N fixed him up by the way.” Matt toyed with the chain next, trying to take some of the pressure off his ankle. “Probably only reason his arm got saved. She didn't help your poor Momma though Edgar. Nah, she watched as a whole group of people swarmed over her to finish her while Curtis carried you away, the knife still hot dripping your mother's blood. Drip... Drip... Drip.”

Edgar sprang up, his jacket sprawling across the floor. “STOP! STOP WITH IT!” He was pointing a finger at Matt, who just blinked at him, shrugging.

“Sorry Man, but it's all true. What have I got to lie about? I'm already chained the fuck up, probably for life. I mean, I've done some bad stuff for Wilford. But to eat someone, how fucking sick do you have to be?”

Edgar paced, back and forth, the look of horror plastering on his face as it started to really click into place. All those years he would question about his mother, the way Curtis would look at him and then away like a slap in the face, everyone would just say “oh she just died" with no further details. His gut clenched and bile rose up his throat. Making his eyes burn and his chest heave as he tried to get enough air to breathe through the way his mind was racing.

“Wanna know the worst part?” Matt said and Edgar stopped in his tracks, listening to what he had to say. “He didn't even need to kill her. The next day they brought the protein bars, handed them out, they weren't even finished processing her.”

Edgar lost it, he wrenched that door open and shot outside, leaving Matt all alone, with an ajar door, a rifle, and Edgar's coat, which had the keys stuffed inside.

Shifting to crawl across the floor, Matt picked up the coat and feeling them found his prize, pulling them out and sorting through them till he found the key to his ankle, opening it and rubbing at the raw skin.

It pays to be fucking patient.

Curtis rolled to his back, and stretched, you were right beside him on your stomach, sliding over with a murmur and pressing your face into his chest, hiking a leg over his hip. Dropping his hand to your head, he let his fingers slide through your hair and look down at you. “You awake Babygirl?”

It took a few moments, but you finally sighed with a contended “Yes, I guess we should wake up?” You look up at him, and he chuckles, shrugging. “Only if you want to, I would lay here with you all day if you wanted to.” He said honestly, and you grinned, moving to prop yourself up on an elbow and give a kiss good morning, taking a glance outside at the shimmering white snow being lightened up with a rising sun all orange and pink in the sky till a little later when it would go baby blue.

“I know you would, but we have a lot to do in the greenhouse from what Tess told me. And I don't want to miss out on any of it.” You crawled over Curtis, straddling him for a moment, and cupping his face, kissing him deeply, letting your forehead pressed against his. “Thank you, for helping me last night. I love you, very much.”

“Catching him by surprise at your open affection, he rubbed along your back, and down to your hips. “Thank you for trusting me.” You finished sliding off to pick up some of the scattered clothing and getting changed, Curtis sat on the edge of the bed, and was just getting his pants on when the door of the small room was slammed open, and Edgar stormed in, making Curtis shoot up in shock, and you screamed in surprise, yelling out as you tugged the shirt over your head. “What the hell Edgar?! Don't you-" you never get to finish as Edgar reared a fist back and shot it right into Curtis unsuspecting face making him stagger back and turn away. “WHAT THE HELL!” Curtis shouted in surprise as his hands flew to his busted lip.

The younger man full-on tackled him then, the two scuffling around the room, Curtis trying to block kicks and wild punches, shocked and not wanting to his Edgar back. You're doing your best to stay out of the way of these two huge men crashing around the room while screaming at Edgar to stop. Curtis managed to catch one of his hands flying at his face, when Edgar shocked him with a fist to his chest, knocking him back against the wall, and a kick made him double on himself. You hit against Edgar, knocking him out the door, screaming at him. “Are you fucking insane?!” Dropping to your knees, and trying to get Curtis to loosen his fetal position.

“Insane?! I'm not insane. Know what I just found out? Curtis killed my Mom to EAT ME when I was a baby.” Edgar wiped at some blood running from the corner of his mouth and tipped his head to spit out the mouthful. “You wouldn't know anything about that, would you Y/N?” You could feel Curtis coming back around, uncurling, and pushing to sit up.

“Edgar, I-" Curtis started and Edgar roared out at him. “DONT! Don't you fucking dare make some lame-ass excuse. Matt was right, wasn't he? That scar on your arm, half the people missing limbs. There were no infections, you all ate people. Killed them and ate them. Killed my defenseless mom!”

Curtis let his head hang in defeat, cause it was the truth, and you're kneeling next to him. “Edgar, please, you have to calm down.”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? Fucking hell Y/N, were you a part of it too? Help him gut her?” Edgar snarled and seemed about to descend on them, which Curtis’s arm swept you back behind him, glaring at Edgar.

“Don't you touch her. Beat on me all you want, but don't you lay a fucking hand on her. She had nothing to do with it.” Curtis groaned and you stayed back, feeling the tension in his hand grasped against you. The thumps of footsteps could be heard, and Edgar spit out a mouthful of pink spittle once more, landing near Curtis.

“Don't worry Curtis, I wouldn't DREAM of hurting someone you cared for and loved. What do you take me for, You?” Edgar turned away, disappearing from sight when John appeared in the doorway, looking at the state of the room and you two still on the floor.

“We heard yelling, are you two okay? What happened? I saw Edgar leave.”

“Were fine John, just give us a few please,” Curtis said, and the man nodded, closing the door once more for privacy. Once it was just you two, you reached out to rest your hand on Curtis's shoulder.

“Curtis, he's just upset and when we can tell him all of it-" You started but Curtis pushed away from you, moving to a stand.

“Tell him what Y/N? He knows, and nothing he said was a lie. I did that, and I was going to do that.” He grabbed his boots and started to shove on socks before shoving his feet into them. “Now Edgars always going to wonder who else was involved. There is no way to make him forget what Matt told him.” He reached down, grasping his shirt and tugged it over his head, searching for his beanie, while stuffing it in his pocket. You had no way to rebut what he was saying, it was all correct.

“Curtis, where are you going? Just let Edgar cool down.”

“I'm not going to see Edgar, I'm going to see Matt. See what else he filled his head with.” Grabbing his jacket, he shrugged it on, preparing to leave when you grabbed his jacket to stop him.

“Wait, let me come. I can help you with Matt, he's not likely to talk to you.”

“There's plenty of ways to make him talk.” Circling around, Curtis grabbed your arms and made you back up till you were sitting on the bed the two of you were in not just moments ago, relaxed with one another. “Stay Here Y/N, that's not a request.”

Before you could protest, the door slammed shut hard enough to echo the walls, and your mind was still trying to process everything that just happened. Your mind playing catch up and you couldn't stop the way your chest tightened and your eyes burned as tears threatened to roll. Which they did, cause it was all just wrong again. Things had been going so well for everyone and now, your hands lifted to cover your face as you sobbed into them, and a soft knock was tapped on the door, and it was eased open, Yona taking a step inside. Taking one look at you, she went to sit next to you, her arm easing around your shoulder and the girl tugged you into her. “It will be okay Y/N, trust me in this. It needed to happen.” Yona said softly.

You looked at the girl, with her soft eyes that looked far wiser then the teenager you knew her to be. “More death and destruction? we left the tail end to get away from that.”

“Just for now, later you see.”

You had no idea what she was talking about, but at this moment you were just grateful you weren't stuck here alone while Curtis went to go drag the information out of Matt, Matt who was locked up and still managing to hurt the people closest to you.

Maybe it would just be better if you just stopped trying to protect Matt.

Curtis made his way down the train, passing people who avoided his gaze, not cause of fear of him, but because they to lived through it, done the same thing, and it was guilt riddling there gaze. Curtis paid them no mind as he brushed past the people he risked everything to get them here. His mind was just on one thing.

Beat the ever-loving hell out of Matt to get whatever else he knew out of him, and maybe spare his life. For You. Although at this point even you might not be able to save him. Just before entering the kitchen, Johanna burst out, her eyes wild and roaming till they caught sight of you. “Curtis! He's gone, Matts gone! Edgar was watching him, and I don't know. I got back, the door was wide open, and no one around. I don't even know how he got out of the chains unless Edgar let him go. I went around with Adam looking for tracks, about four cars up he met up with a group and they hightailed it out of here.” She rushed her words as fast as she could, and it sunk in Curtis who he must have met up with.

Wilford's ex- men.

Snarling, Curtis snapped out. “Get a group together, were going after them.” Johanna nodded, and went to gather some of there stronger people and Curtis, went to find Edgar.

He wouldn't have just let him go, not after everything, but now... Curtis wasn't so sure.

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