#morphinevasnormandy

I was kidnapped by this group of people who make people they kidnap fight to the death and broadcast it to crazy, rich people. And I remember They put this really weird tattoo on the players.

I survived the first “tournament” but They felt I had cheated (by using medical information about the other “player” that I wasn't supposed to know because apparently in the dream I was in med school) So They made me compete again and I got really spiteful and sarcastic and I set out pictures of the family and friends that I missed and the Control guy (who was definitely Gray Haddock because fuck logic) stormed out of the booth, grabbed me by the throat, and told me to stop trying to kill myself that it wasn't my time yet.

And then they stopped the other girl before she could kill me and said the second round would be in a few days

Instead of putting us back in the shitty little cages They put us in a really nice house with cameras everywhere and said their viewers liked our spirit and wanted to see more of us before we died.

Then it turned out that the house itself was the next arena, they could change shit about it.

And then Control guy kept giving me subtle hints about the other girl’s weaknesses but I didn't believe him. And then I realized a little while later that she had stolen money from my room (they let us keep most of our shit because there was no way we could escape anyway) money I’d need to get home of and when I won so I went to confront her and when we started to argue she nearly had an asthma attack.

After I helped her find her inhaler I left because I knew Control would be furious if one of us died outside of competition. Before I could get back to my room I ran into Control, I tried to turn the corner to avoid him but he grabbed my arm and forced me to turn to look at him. “She has asthma.” I was sure they knew… “just a little fact that might come in handy in the next round. Hope you've got strong lungs.”

They kept us in the weird big brother house for a while, Control still kept trying to help me and when I asked why all he said was “stop trying to get yourself killed” and for some reason I trusted him and stopped being to hostile towards him because no matter what he was my only real hope of getting out

And then another guy They had kidnapped was thrown into the house and I knew he was supposed to pit the other girl and I against each other because he was fucking gorgeous but I stayed away, trying not to get killed.

At one point They flooded the house and the Control guy nearly drowned but I helped him because he had helped me and I’m an idiot. "Strong lungs..." was all he said

And then after all three Players survived the flooding, They sent another person to help Control. And he was a mean motherfucker. And then parts of the house that weren't supposed to be in opened up and I ended up in Control’s living quarters. I saw pictures of a family, mom dad child, on the table. I recognized a much younger Control holding the son.

"They killed them both in front of me." I jumped back, startled. Control had interned the room and was between me and the door, he stepped forward so I flattened myself against the wall farthest from him and tried to avoid eye contact. He reached over to straighten the picture. "But not before each of Them took a turn raping her."

I finally looked away from the floor to look into his eyes, trying to see if he was telling the truth. I was certain he was.

"If They killed your family…" I stopped, not wanting to push past his limit.

"Why am I helping Them? Because…" He stepped towards me again but I didn't move away. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal the Player tattoo. "I don't have a choice."

Things went quiet for a while.

"What are your plans for the final round?" I stared at him, blankly. "Winging it isn't an option this time. You can't both live."

"I don't want to kill anyone. 'Do no harm.' Even if I had a plan I don't want Them to hear."

"This part of the building isn't monitored. Remember that."

"I can't get here. I don't even know how I got here now."

He stepped aside to clear the path to the door. "The only way out is on this side of the building."

I started for the door but stopped before leaving. "Why are you helping me?" I didn't even turn to look at him.

I heard a quiet sigh. "You remind me of her."

I turned to see him looking at the pictures on the table again. The woman in them was blonde, blue eyed and basically the exact opposite of me. "Yeah I see the resemblance."

He sighed again. "Not... Look... You fought back, you haven't let Them break you. She didn't either. She kept fighting, kept trying until They put a bullet in her head."

I wandered back towards the Player's side, the fake wall that separated us slammed behind me.

A little while later the house went dark and the other control guy got all crazy and I realized he was a Player who had joined the people trying to kill us and enjoyed it and I heard him telling Control (he had a name that I don't remember so I'm sticking with Control) that he's supposed to be babysitting the Players and giving him shit because one of us disappeared from the cameras for 10 minutes earlier.

And then I helped the other two players escape because by some miracle the walls separating the building were up and we could get through but I went back for Control (because I'm stupid and sentimental) because Crazy was trying to kill him with a fire ax and They caught me and I ended up having to work for Them to treat Players' wounds between rounds and I'm pretty sure I fucked Control.