plotted starter ( of heartbreak ) // @jadepoise
nothing matters. the days blurr together. weeks. months. years. the fight in him died the moment lorna had. in the dim fluorescent lights of the prison and lab, marcos can feel the light in him dimming. draining. the collar around his neck a target for violence he doesn’t have it in himself to defend against. an animal in a cage. inhuman and alone. as out of it as he is, he knows this was no way to live, but hope’s gone. hope’s dead. he’s a mutant, lost in a system designed to use and destroy him. the family he’d clung to in his darkest moments gone. so he lets time pass by, entertaining himself with guesses of what new horrors will ensue. will the next visit to the lab really be a walk to the gallows ? will another of carmen’s friends show up and ‘ give him a message from her ’ ? or maybe this is it. forever. this endless cycle , this endless imprisonment. with every padre nuestro uttered softly from his lips he accepts death. ( he speaks her name in the same sacred whisper ).
he can’t say how long it’s been when the walls begin to shake, the concrete crumble, and rays of sun pierce through his deprived skin. demolition or rescue ? when he sees john’s face , marcos knows it’s the latter. “ how-- ” the word sounds foreign in his scratchy throat, atrophied muscles aching as he struggles to his feet. he must look like a walking corpse , he can read that much in his best friend’s eyes. “ i don’t understand-- ” lorna’s alive. the two words stop him. like a bullet, they rip through his insides and tear at everything in their path. “ no. no ! ” maybe this is all a trick. or maybe he’s finally snapped. “ i saw her dead. i saw-- i saw them dead.” the image still haunts him. blood and corpse. he’s seen enough to know. taking a couple steps back, marcos nearly trips over his own feet in the process. betrayed eyes meet john’s and-- and he doesn’t know what to do. what to say. sharply, he bites down on his lip til he tastes the burning metallic of his blood. “ what the hell is going on ?! ”
