00.06 Ben Hargreeves (undeadhorror) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2019-10-11 23:37:00 |
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Who: Ben and Five Hargreeve
What: Discussing Maze things
Where: a collapsed subway tunnel
When: In the Early hours of Friday morning (before Diego's post)
Warnings: Discussion of character death.
Ben wasted very little time. He was consumed by what he had done, the guilt of it. When he’d gotten out of the maze early Wednesday, he ran. He ran as fast as he could. Most of the people who were waiting for others to exit… they barely paid him any mind, waiting to see if their friends or family came out. He was sure that he heard someone call his name, but he just kept moving-- even as tired, and broken, and injured as he was. He just moved until he couldn’t anymore. .And realizing he was still covered in blood and grime, he booked it to the apartment.
The apartment, for Ben’s luck, appeared to be empty, and no one stopped him as he went to his room and took a shower. He didn’t know how long he’d stood under the shower head, crying and washing away the blood--- his blood, his brothers blood, the killers blood, god knows who else blood.
He couldn’t stay in the apartment. He was a risk. He was a danger to everyone. He should have been the one to die, it was what was meant to happen. There was a cold, numb feeling that washed over him. He was a danger to the people he loved the most, and he couldn’t--wouldn’t be selfish about it anymore. He had to leave. He threw on some clothing, and carefully put the hoodie that Klaus had given him on. It was warm, but it brought him comfort.
He should go to the room Cisco built, but they would know where he was if he did that. He needed to go. He needed to go where he could be alone, and that maybe people wouldn’t think to look for him. The only place he could think of was the collapsed subway that Five had taken him to. No one else knew where it was, and he could lock it from the inside so that no one could get in. It was the only safe place he could think of where he could hide.
The first day, having gotten out of the maze, Ben had spent most of it passed out-- exhaustion and the pain from his injuries had weighed heavy on him. He woke up the next morning to food, a sleeping bag, and some basic first aid items,Things that Ben enjoyed eating, but he checked and he was absolutely alone. He picked at the food, still feeling awful, and that night slept on top of the sleeping bag. But he didn’t deserve it. He was a killer.
The next day, he woke himself early, and just as he suspected, the familiar sound of someone “jumping” alerted him to his brothers presence.
“You need to stop coming here.” Ben said, standing a distance away, but looking directly at Five. “It’s not safe, and I don’t deserve anyone’s charity.”