Anger.
Disgust.
Boiling hot.
Red.
Fog.
Rage.
He had to be alone.
He wasn't sure he could control it.
Control himself.
Fuck.
How had they never thought to check on the barges?
The only thing that changed on the Isle was what you could find in the trash.
The barges never stopped before.
It was the best way to tell the passing of time.
Barge days.
What were they supposed to do without those days?
How were they supposed to get food?
Fuck!
When he felt the claws in his chest.
The acid in his stomach.
He'd left.
How was he supposed to react to hearing that the Isle had been starved for two months?
How was he supposed to deal with that?
He'd just found out about the fucking cameras, and now he was supposed to just accept that the barges weren't running?
Like fucking hell he was okay with that.
He barely remembered Hiro trying to talk him down.
He couldn't deal with that either.
He'd tried so hard to tell himself that Hiro wouldn't lie to him.
He'd wanted to believe that if something horrible did happen, Hiro would have told him.
But then he remembered the way Cobra told him he had to be there when he watched it.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK.
He'd lost it.
Lost it and run-off.
He couldn't stay there.
Not with what he knew.
And what he knew the others didn't know.
They were already falling apart; they didn't need to see him lose it too.
So he'd run.
Snapped at fucking Hiro until the man left him alone and ran.
He wasn't even sure how long he'd been running at this point.
How many random, stationary things he'd punched.
He felt numb, or at least his hands did.
His lungs burned. So did his eyes.
The back of his throat was on fire.
Were they alive?
Deez?
Harry?
T?
Gil?
Uma?
Dizzy?
Mimi?
Freddie?
Cici?
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Defending the Mask
FanfictionBook 4: The Core 4 hear from home that everything is... as good as can be expected on the Isle. But now they're facing a future that includes adoption and backlash over the failed frame job. Who hates these kids so much they'll do anything to get th...
