Dead Men Don't Cry

A/N: Short, sweet, confused. For those just tuning in, the disclaimer's at the begining in chapter 1. Harper's POV.

Chapter10: Blood Ties

I dont have the fucking slightest clue where I am right now, except i know i've been chained up, though im not sure why.

Dylan. Yes thats it, I must have been capture by Dylan...

The last thing i remember is Rommie, but I'm not sure what happened. I remember her face... It seems like she might have been smiling, and talking, and happy.

Was she smiling?

Something about her mouth... I don't know what... something about it makes me feel uneasy, sorta like uneasy when the big guy gives you the bad look that reminds you that he can squash you like a bug.

Tyr?

Hey, where's Tyr... well, duh, Seamus, if you've been captured by the enemy, chances are he's not here. I really wouldnt know though, because I'm afraid to open my eyes.... It's so quiet... but someone's nearby, and I'm really not feeling like a betting man...

But what is it with Rommie's mouth?

It was different... was she wearing lipstick? Wait... why would she- None of this is making sense, we came back because...

Oh god... Rommie....

No, don't remember, can't, don't want to... please dont make me... oh god... Rommie...

I cant- I cant breathe, oh god, no rommie, im sorry rommie, please rommie, please come back....

FUCK him... I dont care if he's out there, if he's gonna kill me, because i can feel it tearing me apart inside and i cant help it... I'm shaking, and my face is wet and everythings blurry and im choking

help me someone please im trapped inside and alone and im dying because rommie is dead now and i dont remember...

i dont remember...

i dont remember why... please... someone tell me why....

"It's going to scar."

Trance? I dont know, I cant open my eyes and she sounds so far away and it hurts so much... oh god it hurts.

I want to scream, so loud... so loud it hurts someone.... so loud it hurts everyone and it wakes her up and shes ok and i dont have to feel this-please make this go away...

I cant, it hurts too much, im too weak, and my arms hurt and i feel like i've been hung out to dry, literly, like when the washer on the maru broke down and i had to hang my only pair of pants near the engine's vent to dry off while I tried to fit into Beka's....

Trance wasn't there... I'm not sure why... she never is there, she's never here, not now, when i need her...

"Then I'll wear it."

Wear the pants? Was that me? no. Tyr. That was Tyr, where is he, why isnt he here, i need him, now more than i ever did before...

If anyone can make things better again its Tyr.

I try to breathe, try to say his name, but im losing an uphill battle of trying to breathe while i feel like im running up a hill, like the kind they had back on earth, in the places that werent safe unless u had bone blades and a six pack...

"Harper... he's awake..."


Tyr... so glad he's a uber... am i? ubers... ubers on hills... with guns... chasing... running... beating...

But good hearing... yes... good hearing....

And Tyr likes me, and he won't hurt me. We're different then the way things were back home... no violence or pain... except when i think he wants to use me, or that he doesnt care, or that he just needs someone to lay down and play nice doggy for the master...

but no... no pain...

until i find my Rommie and shes not whole, and i dont know where the rest of her is and i dont think i know how to help her and i fail her and i cant remember

and i cant breathe

Trance... I smell her, and now she's here, and i'm not sure why, but she's holding me, and shes shaking me, and i still havent opened my eyes... it isnt that im afraid of her, im afraid of it not being her.... being someone else... or maybe not being someone else... not being Rommie... then that means that this nightmare is real... if thats true, i wonder what the nightmares are gonna be like.

"Harper... Harper I'm here, open your eyes... Harper please..."

It almost sounds like Rommie's voice if I squeeze my eyes shut tight enough, but inside it doesn't feel like Rommie's voice. Its soft, but determined, and its frightened.... very very frigtened... Rommie was only frightened once, but she was trying really hard not to show me. Fear and love and anger. That was all Rommie ever seemed to feel... and confusion... confusion was there too. I wonder if she felt confused when that son of a bitch killed her.

"Harper please, please come back, I'm here, and I want to help you, but I need you to open your eyes."

I don't like scaring Trance. She's seen too much, knows so much more than the rest of us about everything, and yet she's still afriad of me... or maybe afriad for me, but I guess in the end it's the same thing.

One eye at a time. Its all I can manage right now. I hate this. I hate her. I hate not being able to run and hide, and not being able to cover my face. I don't want them to see this - me, weak, and alone and frightened. I don't want them to know that part of me, because its the part I hate, the part that never fucking ever goes away. I wish I could be strong like Tyr, he's never weak, not like me. Maybe he'd let me borrow some of that strength. Maybe he could be my strength.

Trance is so pretty with all her oranges and creams and browns and those black eyes. Except those black eyes. Right now they are so shiny, like metal. Like glass. Like a mirror. And I see too much.

I can keep my eyes open, but not looking into her eyes, have to look somewhere else. Tyr. I see him, he's above her, and he's walking around the crate towards me, and he's in the dark anmethmething's wrong. He's looking at me, but he's not looking at me. I wish I could see his face, but all I can see are his eyes...

"Harper, do you remember what happened?"

Why does she keep saying my name like that? I know my name. I know my own fucking name, thanks so much for your concern.

"Rommie."

I want to say more. I want to say hurtful things, bad things, anything to maek her go away, to make him go away. I don't like how they are looking at me. Either that or take me down... the cords are biting into me... no not cords... wires... why am I- I don't understand.

"Is that all you remember?"

Is that all you have to say to me Tyr? What the fuck is wrong with you people, let me down, I'm not your dog, your prisoner, let me down from here.

"What else is there?"

I don't sound as angry as I am, or as badass as I would like. I'm still shaking, and I'm still crying and I want them to let me down. Now.

"Cut him down."

Maybe you do still love me, or have some fucking mercy left, but the way you say things... Cut me down. You cut down dead things... It sounds like I'm dead. Am I dead? Is this what its all about? I wish death was prettier. Why the hell is Trance here if I'm dead? I want to see Rommie.

"Tyr, are you - "

"I said cut him down. What part of that did you not understand?"

Why does Tyr have to be sure? Why can't I be sure? Ask me if I'm sure, please go ahead, feel free to talk to the dead man...

Ow my hands hurt like fuck, cause all the blood is rushing back into them. Blood. Blood... Am I bleeding? Why is there blood on my hands?

I look at Trance, but she just looks scared... she's been doing that a lot lately. I look at Tyr, as I hear the mechanical whir of a door, and suddenly I understand as the mechanical light pours in and he turns his head towards the visitor.

Oh god, I didn't.... Tyr... No... I wouldn't.. I wouldn't hurt Tyr...

I couldn't hurt Tyr.

But somehow... I know that its his blood on my hands.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, recent and not.ry fry for the delay. Next part probably Tyr's POV.