if you’re cool with it, can you write the scene where quinn bargains for their life and their initial joining of daniel’s team?
(tw: death of a large group of people, desperation, death threat, knives)
This was, up to this point, the worst moment in Quinn’s life.
Hand clamped over their own mouth to quiet their sobs, huddled behind the pipes in the sink cupboard in the bathroom, shrouded in darkness.
Hearing the screams of the people they called family, as they were slaughtered one after the other.
The cupboard was small, but Quinn was flexible. They had to duck their head to avoid some of the pipes, and deal with the overwhelming scent of bleach. But it was working—they came in and searched the bathroom, seeing nobody in the cupboard and leaving.
The screams quieted but Quinn stayed, frozen in fear. For a while the silence was deafening, and then the horrifying sound of approaching footsteps flooded their ears.
The footsteps stopped outside the bathroom door and Quinn used everything in their power to hold their breath.
“I feel like we missed one,” a voice said. “Our kill count is twenty seven. I counted twenty eight beds in the basement.”
“I’m sure you’ve just miscounted. We’ve searched every room in this house,” another voice said. They knocked on the door to emphasize their point. “Every bathroom, every closet. No one’s left.”
The first voice sighed. “Fine. Can we just burn the place down to be sure? I don’t wanna let any of those damn Conformists run free.”
“Sure. Whatever. Just don’t catch my jacket on fire this time.”
Quinn’s eyes widened. No. If they burned the place down they would die. They’d be dead.
“STOP!” They screamed, bursting out of the cupboard. They opened the door and held their hands up in front of the two raiders. One was a man—most likely the first one to speak, and the other voice had come from the woman next to him.
The two of them looked shocked, but held their knives up threateningly. “I was right,” the man snarled raising his knife. “One last rat to take care of.”
“No!” Quinn sobbed, falling on their knees. “Please, I-I can’t die, I don—I don’t wanna die, please, please!” The grabbed desperately at the woman’s leg.
“I-I’ll join you!” They cried. “You c-can, can take me, I’ll be useful, g-god, please let me live!”
The woman kicked Quinn off of her leg, but observed their sobbing form with interest. “They evaded our search,” she murmured. “We looked through this bathroom under the impression that it was empty. We—We opened that cupboard and no one was in there.”
The man lowered his knife, considering it. “Do you think…would Daniel let us do this? It’s insane, but…we could use skills like that.”
The woman shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t care much, either. I’m his co-leader. I can make decisions for the team just fine.”
She knelt down in front of Quinn, snapping her fingers. “Hey. Conformist rat. Listen to me.”
Quinn raised their head, wiping the tears off of their reddened face.
“By agreeing to join Renegade 2, you’re swearing your life for us. Everything you do is for our cause. You answer to me, and to my co-leader. Disagreement ends in punishment, and defecting ends in death.”
Quinn listened with wide eyes. They’re not going to kill me. I can make it out of this.
“Please,” they gasped. “I-I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you—”
“Shut it,” the woman barked as she stood up. “Follow us out and don’t make a noise.”
Quinn scrambled up and followed the two raiders out. On their way out, they saw the bodies of their family lying limp. The family they’d never gotten to say goodbye to, the family they’d never see again. The weight of all of it was crashing down on them and they fell to their knees with a sob.
The man frowned and pulled Quinn up by their hair. “Are you with us or against us? You decide that now.” He held his knife to Quinn’s throat for good measure.
Quinn shivered at the coldness of the metal, at the threat that would haunt them for years.
They stood back up, and they kept on going.
As long as they were alive, they would keep on going.
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