Not Far

Jean is subjected to a rude awakening when she parts ways with her best friend. She makes her way to Washington D.C. before finally running into a group of survivors, but is she in for more than she bargained for? Will she slowly lose her mind in this lonely world of devastation and no hope?


16. Chapter 16: A cell and the truth

  Owen’s head was resting on my lap as I sat with my back to the wall on the old, ratty mattress they provided for us. I was sure they had the mattress in this barren, musty basement-room before we got here cause there was no way that they’d go out of their way to make us comfortable or uncomfortable. My growing curiosity about the room kept me entertained as my dearest Owen snoozed away on my lap. The walls were coated in a boring white color that looked grey in the shadows of this room. The only way I could tell the walls were this color was due to the influx of light that flooded through the locked door. We were situated in a corner with our wrists bound together. I wasn’t awake when they did this and I doubted Owen was either.

  My fingers ran through my beloved’s chestnut-colored locks as I observed our new surroundings and pondered a way to escape. There had to be a way, and indeed there was, but this way out would not come to us for a while. So, for the time being, I was stuck thinking of stupid ways to escape, all of which would probably get us both killed. How could we let this happen? We should have been more prepared, we should have waited and watched just a bit longer. I knew that since he found those pictures he had Selina and Kyle observing the place… probably didn’t know that we’d be raiding this place so soon.

  His eyes opened slowly, I didn’t realize this until he grabbed my hand and pulled it out of his hair. Slowly, he sat up, groaning and holding his side in pain. I moved my legs so I was sitting on them, I had to make sure I’d be ready to pounce if anything were to happen.

  “Owen, please don’t hurt yourself further.” I begged. He tried to move his other hand, not realizing that they were bound together.

  “What the fuck?”

  “I forgot to mention that we’re currently in some sort of basement? Empty house? I’m not too sure where we are… all I know is we’re still in Alexandria and don’t worry...” I explained before raising my hands to show off my own bindings.

  “I’m tied up too, so you’re not alone there.” I finished. He got up, hovering over me as he walked around the empty room, searching the walls for something. I watched in complete silence and interest as he began to knock on the walls. Worry began to grow within me and I found myself standing as well.

  “Please stop. I really don’t want to attract any unwanted attention.” I begged anxiously, looking over my shoulder, realizing that there was another door across from the one that supposedly led to the outside world. He stopped momentarily to look at me before returning to banging on the walls. I rolled my eyes and continued to walk around the room, ignoring him this time. I wanted out of this place, I wanted to go home with Owen, I wanted him to be healthy again, I want to raise our kids in peace and cause chaos for all who try to get in the way of that. These people were getting in the way of that, and I refused to let it slide.

  The door that led outside was more like a gate with a screen over it. The bars were rustic but with a chipping, dark green paint coating them. I stared outside, watching the sidewalks above as people scurried around, trying to clear all of the dead. These people were smarter, they were fighters. Sadly, for us, that doesn’t help our situation whatsoever. Whoever that guy was, he had something against killing. It interested me. If he were a killer, I’m sure I’d be dead. Hell, he probably would’ve ignored my pleas for Owen’s life and killed him when he was done with me. Which made me wonder, what started all of this for him? Why would he listen to us? Why would he spare us?

   I sat back down on the mattress, my mind officially wandering and taking me away from this awful situation. It was there when I was reminded of our huntress. Was she aware that we were here? Was she working with that man, who would capture us and save us for her to kill? No, it couldn’t be, it didn’t seem right to me. But something didn’t add up. Surely I wasn’t completely losing it yet, there was no way she was a figment of my imagination yet.

  Owen joined me, sighing as he did so. I looked over at him, holding back a number of snarky comments I could make. He looked tired, pale, and completely defeated. It was only a matter of time before the reality of our situation set on him, and now was that time. I smirked, finally letting a comment slip from between my chapped lips.

  “And he finally realizes we’re doomed.” His stare became intense and I could practically feel the anger and frustration radiating off of him. I didn’t react, I was in somewhat of the same mood as he was. I was angry and frustrated as well, I didn’t want to be here as much as he did, maybe even more than he did. My teeth currently were digging into the side of my right cheek as I gnawed at it in an agitated way. I could feel the looming danger of an argument that we were bound to have at some point. Sadly, it would only be the first of many to come.

  “Jean, it would really make things so much better if you’d just shut your fucking mouth for two seconds.” He told me in a dangerous tone. In my head, I counted to two in my head before speaking once again.

 “Welp, it’s been two seconds.” I commented with a smirk. He growled lowly, looking down and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

  “You know that’s not what I meant.”

  “Oh did I, now? Then explain why I waited the recommended time before talking again?” I asked sarcastically.

  “Because you’re an annoying little minx who doesn’t know when to stop.” He told me. Clearly I was getting on his nerves, but I truly didn’t know when to stop. I kept going, I kept vexing him. I got what I deserved in the end.

  “Not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.” He only groaned at this, running his hands through his hair.

  “How did I get stuck with you? Seriously, what did I do to deserve this?” He asked, directing this question to no one in particular. I gave a confused look, worry setting in.

  “Owen? What-what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked him. He looked at me as I placed my hands on his shoulder. He jerked away, turning his body so he was facing me.

  “I didn’t think you’d come back, but you did. I thought I killed you the first time, but no. You came back and killed one of my men, I couldn’t refuse you then, who the hell knows what you would’ve done if I had. I leave you in the woods for a second time, you come back, killing people yet again. Then you attack me.” My breathing became ragged as he goes through everything that had happened in the past year or so. Was he never in love with me? Had he been trying to kill me this entire time?

  “You admitted how much I meant to you, so I took advantage of that. How could you not see that? I kept you around for a good fuck every now and then.” He admitted. My heart broke right then and there. Everything I had convinced myself of, everything I thought about him had been shattered right there and then.

  “But you had to start asking questions. So I came up with some bullshit answer, of course you believed it. Of fucking course. Did you think I actually cared if you got pregnant or not? Hell, I hoped it might’ve killed you when you were giving birth or something. Then, you told me. I wasn’t as thrilled as you thought I was, as a matter of fact, I was so far from excited. It would ruin everything for me. Of course I didn’t mind when you said I could fuck you while you slept.” He admitted. The room felt hot and the air became hard to breathe as hot tears burned in my eyes. He had lied to me this entire time. I felt used. I felt stupid.

  “You killed the only gardener. You killed Pam. I knew she didn’t like me, I didn’t care. No one would actually rally behind her, why would they? That one guy you killed, I didn’t care about him, I’ll admit it. But who knows, maybe if you didn’t kill him we wouldn’t be in this mess!” I burst into tears, I couldn’t help it. Everything had been a lie, he had no feelings for me whatsoever.

  “Then why? Why even bother with me in the first place you selfish fuck? Huh? Why not let them fuck and kill me? Why stop them, why would you make me think you cared?” I asked angrily.

  “There was a girl…” He stopped. I glared.

  “She was my everything… and these guys… they took her away from me. I went back for her, we searched for their base for months. The search ended when I found her tied to a tree, skinned alive. They kept the skin on her face, that’s how I could tell it was her.” He explained. I felt no remorse for her, as a matter of fact, I felt even angrier.

  “We found you a couple weeks after. I thought you were with them because of what you wore; the red and black aesthetic. I felt as if it were my job to kill you and send a message to them.” He told me as he took my red jacket out from his jacket pocket. I grabbed it, hugging it to my chest.

  “I thought I lost this… you had it all along?” I asked. He nodded.

  “I didn’t give it back cause I wasn’t sure whether you were with them or not. Took us a few weeks to find their base burned to the ground. No one survived.” He explained. This did not help silence my sobs.

  “I… I don’t know what happened to me. Somewhere along the line, my feelings about you started to change. You’re nothing like her, but there was something. Maybe it was because of that night, when you killed those men and left their leader for them, there was something about it… but it wasn’t enough. Then you called me Owen… I hadn’t heard that name since she was taken. Hearing it again… it brought something out in me, something I thought was dead. And I realized later on that you really did care about me, and it really meant a lot when you went out of your way to cheer me up. Ruby never…” He stopped mid-sentence yet again. My heart was aching, but it was doing leaps at the same time as he admitted to this. I was so confused and I didn’t know if I could trust him or not.

  “I realized that night… that I loved you.” That was my breaking point.

  “How can I trust this? Clearly you didn’t fucking feel that way before. Now you decide to tell me all this, to tell me that you lied about… about everything! You admit to lying to me, then you expect me to believe you when you say these things? Fuck no. I can’t take this, I got to get out of here.” I said as I stood, frantically banging on the walls.

  “Someone please!” I screamed, continuing to beg to people who I knew wouldn’t come. I dropped to my knees and placed my forehead on the wall, letting out more tears of frustration and sadness.

  “Jean…” Owen began as he brushed a lock of my hair back and away from my face. I jerked away from his touch.

  “Don’t fucking touch me!” I cried as I sat down once again, burying my face in my arms, crying my eyes out. I wasn’t sure if this was it for us, and the reality of everything I had done had set in. I killed so many people for him, I deserved to be here. I wouldn’t be able to just live here among so many people who would hate me for what this group had done. Where would I go.

  “I’m sorry.” He uttered. I didn’t reply, it hurt too much to hear his voice. It hurt too much to think about him.

  “I had to tell you at some point, Jean. I couldn’t keep it from you forever.” He told me. I looked up.

  “You could’ve, I would have been perfectly fine without knowing about all of this. I don’t want to know about your sob story about some mysterious woman I’ve never heard of, nor do I want to hear about some stupid group that apparently doomed me by wearing a certain color scheme.” I told him. This did not stop me from asking the dreaded question though.

  “Where does this leave us though? Do you care for me or not? Cause I’ll gladly leave you alone when they let us go, I’ll just go my separate way and you can go back to living the way you used to.” He moved closer to me, grabbing my arm and tugging me closer to him. Despite having his hands tied, he still hugged me to the best of his advantage.

  “I can’t imagine going back to the way I was living. I probably wouldn’t be alive right now if it weren’t for you. And sure, you aren’t Ruby, in a way… you’re better. She… I had to protect her. The one day I wasn’t with her, she got kidnapped and it got her killed. You look out for both me and yourself, I know I don’t have to worry about you. You put my happiness before yours, for once I want to return the favor. I promise, when we get out of here I’ll show you how much I care. Besides, I think we’ll need to settle this before…” He trailed off, pulling himself away from me to look down at my waist. I looked into his eyes, searching for a sign that he wasn’t lying.

  “How do I know you aren’t sweet talking me?” I asked. He looked down.

  “I don’t know. I guess it’ll take a while for you to trust me again. But I promise I’ll change that when we get out of here.” He told me as his hand engulfed one of mine. I smiled, realizing that this was definitely a turning point. Finally, I knew what was going on in that sick mind of his, now I had to figure out what he does when he lies. I knew I couldn’t trust him for now, but I was sure that would change. 




These chapters keep getting longer and longer... oh well.
I told you, I told you so long ago not to trust his kindness. Is truly a turning point for him though? Possibly. Will Jean trust him ever again? I think she will. Honestly though, the whole Ruby thing was a last minute decision. I knew I wanted Owen to admit to using Jean, but I wasn't sure what he'd use her for. Like, what's to gain from trying to kill someone multiple times before giving up? If you're trying to get revenge on a group who killed your gal, then it makes more sense! But poor Jean, she had nothing to do with that or that group... so this story was all one big misunderstanding. She probably would have been dead by now had that not happened to Owen. 
I think I might skip Morgan explaining his backstory though... like I might reference Jean hearing parts of it but she'll be asleep for most of it. She's gonna need it cause shit is goin' down in the next few chapters!
ps I got Injustice 2 and I love it. I really love fighting games but I lost interest after I saw Joker's design, like, it really pissed me off. The game is so good though! I love Black Canary so fucking much! If anyone's interested I could post a completely unrelated Injustice chapter for Jean... if you play it, comment your favorite character! My favorites are Harley, Black Canary and Captain Cold!

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