#gcdhacked

[uponaredwheelbarrow]

@gcdhacked  (darlene) liked this for a short drunk starter

❝Is everyone but Elliot gonna come here?❞ he didn’t bother getting up from the couch, or worry about how she might react. His head was resting at the back of the couch, holding an almost empty bottle of vodka.  ❝There was this guy with...that left the dog.❞

[uponaredwheelbarrow]

@gcdhacked (x)

He wasn’t even sure why he told him that, he should have been focusing on telling him about everything he had ruined. ❝Do you even know why you are sorry?❞ Huffing, he sat down, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He wanted to be angry at him so much. To hate him. It would make things easier. He wouldn’t be any different than the Dark Army and soon enough they would both be destroyed.  He hated that he couldn’t hate him. If he did he could blame everything on him. It would be easier than to blame someone he had never met, to have him as the source of his grief. Hate or love, Elliot was part of it. His dream was destroyed before he found that he was just a pawn, before Santiago had informed him about Joanna’s death with that cold look in his face.

❝It wasn’t supposed to be this way. None of it. ❞  At the same time, he didn’t want to hate him. Elliot was the only one he had left. But did it really matter, if Elliot did not want to be there? If the connection he had felt was just as real as the control they had over White Rose’s plan? No, what he felt must have been real, even if it was over. It all had to mean something, he couldn’t have been so wrong.

❝ Did you ever wanted this? How things were supposed to be...❞

[uponaredwheelbarrow]

@gcdhacked (x)

He regretted the moment he said it. This asshole could go over the footage, he could just find an excuse to make his son pay. Panic rushed through him, but he tried to breathe normally. What if she was part of it? No, she persisted too much. Which only meant she was as good as dead.  His eyes harden, but he can only glare so much after all the time he spent crying, screaming at an empty room ❝I have already told you. I am trying to protect my family. Everything was about them.❞ he felt his eyes burning once again. When she walked in the interrogation room, he hoped that she would tell him that Santiago was lying, that he would see Joanna very soon, that he would hold his son. ❝I have to protect what’s left of it.❞

They already had their leaders, so what he said already contradicted this, but he couldn’t even think, he couldn’t— Tyrell ran his hand to his hair, bowing his head. How long had he been in here? He wanted to go home. And find Joanna there, he wanted — ❝Just let me go. You have your names, I cooperated, now let me go.❞

[uponaredwheelbarrow]

@gcdhacked  (elliot) liked this for a short drunk starter

Was that how his life was going to be from now on? A series of bottles of vodka, an empty house full of things that reminded him of the family he had lost — days of pretending he is the poster boy of E-Corp? Everything had turned to shit, even more than he ever fret it would be and it was only getting worse.

 ❝I am done. With everything.❞ he muttered, thinking out loud, without looking at Elliot. As if he would give a fuck.  ❝What’s the fucking point, hm? There is nothing I can do about...anything.❞ 

[uponaredwheelbarrow]

@gcdhacked (x)

Oh he wanted to believe that so badly. He wanted to believe that there was a glimpse of hope. That there could be a future. He huffed, running his hand to his face and stepped closer to face him.  ❝ Now I know you don’t believe in this. In me...I am just wondering. Ever since we met...was there any point that you have actually told me the truth? ❞ 

Even if he made the same mistake to believe for a moment that he would get out of this victorious--alive even, he could never get everything he wanted. His future didn’t just involve recognition. It involved Joanna. His son. It involved living in a world that he and Elliot would have created. Joanna was gone, his child was out of reach, Elliot perhaps was never even there with him in the first place and he was left to follow someone else’s orders, someone else’s plan. What did his life worth if he had nothing? If he was just a pawn, just another ordinary soldier?    ❝I have lost everything because of this. I can’t them back. ❞ he had lost so much that even if somehow he got one of the things he wanted...it could never make up for everything else.  ❝ So tell me...what happens if I don’t do anything else for you? Won’t you put a bullet in my head?❞ Santiago had taken the threat a step further and it was probably something everyone in the Dark Army shared, but he wanted to hear it from him.   

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       ❝  fuck man,   you finally showed up. i was beginning to think you went awol for good.   ❞