Sentinel

You spend some time in comfortable silence, until the reality of your situation seems to really settle in. You can’t contain the question forming in your mind any longer.

“Sentinel.. what are you going to do now?” You ask quietly, fear in your voice.

We. We are one. I shall not leave you.

“I.. I think I don't want you to leave either..” You whisper slowly. After a moment you resolve yourself, and send your feelings towards Sentinel. Your feelings of loneliness. Your fear of your uncle, and the pain. Then the yearning. Your yearning for someone who would accept you, and stay with you, despite everything.

After a moment, feelings of acceptance and pleasure flow through you. The hand Sentinel still has formed squeezes your own, before retreating into your skin. Then, you can feel as two tentacle like appendages emerge from your chest and wrap around your back, squeezing you in the vague semblance of a hug. You wrap your arms around them, returning the gesture.

We will stay with you. You are ours, every part of you.

You smile, a warm sensation in your chest. The appendages slowly seep back into you, but you can feel the weight of Sentinel settle around your heart.

“What now? We can't just stay here.” You say, with renewed purpose.

We must escape. Drake will experiment on us, and eventually he will kill us, whether he means to or not.

“How are we supposed to do that?”

At your question you can feel Sentinel move within you, and you watch in fascination as they flow over your hand, before forming a fist. The Fist opens and closes without you controlling it, and you realize Sentinel has taken control of your hand. You lift your other hand, and take a moment to properly register the texture beneath your fingers as you run them over the fist. It’s an odd texture, but not unpleasant. You can feel Sentinel quiver, before the fist absorbs back inside you.

We must wait for the best opportunity to escape. If we try now, they will catch us.

“Okay” you answer, nodding.

Rest now. We must conserve our strength.

Okay.. You think, before slowly laying down again. This time you cover yourself with the blanket on the floor.

You notice Sentinel send soothing feelings your way, and you quickly doze off.

~ ~ ~

You wake up to the sound of yelling, and your head snaps up from your pillow. There is an alarm blaring and red lights are flashing from the ceiling . Across from your cell you can see a man slam a fire extinguisher into the woman's cell. The man is reasonably built, with dark hair. He is wearing a black hoodie and grey t-shirt, as well as blue jeans. The woman is screaming and slamming her fists into the glass.

Now. This is our chance.

You watch in fascination as Sentinel’s fists cover your own. Without you thinking it, your body stands, and you realize Sentinel has taken control. You should feel scared, but instead it is a blissful release from responsibility.

Sentinel’s fists slam into the glass as the man continues to slam the fire extinguisher into the other cell. After the third strong hit, the glass of your cell shatters, and your body steps out, Sentinel covering your feet to protect them.

The man spins around, fear in his eyes as he takes in Sentinel covering your fists. He takes a step backwards, gripping the fire extinguisher tighter in his hands.

“Move out of the way.” Sentinel says, their voice coming from your mouth. The man quickly moves to the right, and you can feel Sentinel prepare themselves before they slam their fist into the glass of the woman's cell. The glass shatters instantly, already weakened from the man's blows.

The woman leaps out and launches herself at the man, wrapping her hands around his throat and knocking both of them to the ground.

“Maria!” you hear the man gasp around her hands, “Maria stop!” He struggles against her, and you see as a black substance flows from her hands into him, before she suddenly goes limp and falls to the side.

“Maria..?” The man asks, shaking her slightly. The woman doesn't move. Her chest is still.

“No..!” the man shakes her again, disbelief in his voice.

“Follow us if you want to get out of here.” Sentinel says through your mouth, and the man’s head snaps towards you. He stares at you, searching your eyes. You have an idea, and cautiously send the thought to Sentinel. They reluctantly agree with your idea.

Back in control, you smile at him and say “I won't hurt you, but we have to leave.”

The man looks at you again, whispers shit under his breath, and nods. He stands, and together you run to the nearest Exit.

You smash through the door, and turn to the right, running at full speed. Two security guards run towards you and one yells “Freeze!” You watch as the man doges the first guard by jumping onto the wall to his right and using the force of his body to slam him into the opposite wall. You run past him and slam your fist, still coated by Sentinel, into the second guard’s chest, causing his feet to lift off the ground for a second before he goes limp.

You both continue down the hall and hear the doors behind you open as two more guards give chase. You reach a door and the man kicks it open, taking a quick look around before racing to the left towards the fence in the distance. The man jumps, ripping through the fence, and you jump after him, sentinel coating your arms to prevent the fence from scratching them. You both slam into the hill on the other side, before taking off into the woods. You can hear gunshots behind you, and you can feel it as Sentinel forms a shield to protect you from the bullets.

As you run further into the woods, searchlights begin to flood the area, and you can hear an engine nearby. You continue to sprint at full speed with bullets flying all around you. The man quickly glances back at you, but the look costs him as he slams into a fallen tree-trunk, snapping it in half and crashing into the ground. Before you can reach down to help him, he jumps up in an unnatural movement, as if he was yanked backwards. He looks startled, before he jerkily begins to run again. As you proceed you quickly realize that you are being surrounded. A tree with a thick trunk appears before you and you yell “Up the Tree!”, Sentinel’s voice mixing with your own. In a Heartbeat the man has scrambled up the tree, and you quickly climb after him, Sentinel supporting you. You both stare downwards as 10 or more guards gather at the bottom, where you were just a second ago. None of them look up, and you can even hear a “Where the hell did they go?” from one of the guards. The guards scatter, trying to spot you in the distance. You look up, and above you the man is clinging to the trunk of the tree, his face a bleached white. His eyes catch yours, and you both breathe heavily.

“I..” A huff of a breath interrupts the man’s sentence “hate heights.”

You stare at him, disbelief in your eyes before a panicked giggle escapes your lips. The man glares at you in return.

“I’m Y/N” You say, smiling up at him awkwardly. The man hesitates for a second.

“Eddie Brock.” Eddie replies, his hands scrambling for a better hold as he slides downwards a fraction of an inch.