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Siren's Follower

Summary:

Brodie's perspective starting from when Caz fell off the flare stack to when Brodie died.

(Somewhat told through Brodie's perspective and somewhat told through a view separate from the characters.)

Notes:

So sorry if these notes are far too long, but I'd appreciate if you read them.

This is my first post on here, after my friend had told me to get an account here when I had wrote this. I frankly have no idea what's going on, I have read things on here but have no experience with how things work in terms of posting.. Treat me like I am old and have no idea how technology works. I do, however, have a crippling hyperfixation on SWTD to the point I get so excited I get anxious. Hence.. the writing.

In terms of the actually writing, I feel it is not very good and slightly cringy and/or corny, but I feel that feeling is normal among people with things they have made or written themselves. If anyone actually sees this, bear with me I guess.

I also think that if you want, you can very easily interpret this as Brodie/Caz. I think it's that way because personally Caz is my favorite, and I get carried away because I get excited writing about him and I think I project that excitement onto Brodie. You do not have to think of it that way, just think of Brodie and Caz being very close friends, as I also think it is pretty easy to interpret it that way. In saying this, I did not personally try to steer the writing one way or another, and do not want you to think that I want you to interpret the relationship in a certain way.

The personality I've written into Brodie is my personal interpretation of him, so apologies if you think of him differently. I personally have thought of him as very overly caring for people and someone who is very forgiving. This was written as him being very gullible in the fact that he thinks if he believes hard enough, that belief will come true. (This belief majorly stemming from the stress of the shape on the rig, mind you, not that hes an entirely gullibe person. Just caring.) Again, this is very up to my own personal opinion on him, so it will most likely be at least slightly different from yours.

The name "Siren's Follower" comes from the idea that he is very gullible due to his believing and that he follows blindly because of it, like a sailor would do to a Siren, except he's doing the brainwashing/attraction to himself. It was also based off of the DLC centered around him and Mhairi, but I think the first part is what I concentrated on.

I apologize if this is very long, but I am exceptionally anxious and I have to talk a lot to make sure I get my point across as Cleary as I see fit. My keyboard also changed clearly to Cleary just now because I've typed McCleary so many times and I think that is really funny so I'm not changing it.

Chapter 1: Fall From Grace

Summary:

The falling of the flair stack.

Notes:

One more thing, I do not have a very good grasp on timelines of events that happens in the game nor the locations charcters were in, so I apologize if in this fic they don't really connect correctly. I have many hours in the game and still could not exactly tell you what happens after what if I was not directly playing it infront of you. I think I did fine in terms of what Brodie was doing and how it was happening, but I have to add one more apology to the list to reassure myself.

(I hope chapters titles make even a wink of sense, I conjured them up right before post and didn't care to possible think of better things. I also have only read over the fic fully once, so if there's anything wrong, say something.. maybe.)

Chapter Text

Brodie peered out of the control room at the flare stack, watching as it aimlessly blew gas back at the rig. He was waiting for Caz to get back down to the flare stack, after the diverter valve that Brodie had sent him to had failed, unsurprisingly. It was expected, considering the state of the rig and all that had beaten them mentally and physically bloody since this morning. Caz was lucky, the luckiest person out of the three surviving Beira D workers still on this chewed piece of metal drowning in the North Sea, but he was just never that lucky.

 

Brodie let out a small sigh of relief, a breath of air he had been unaware he was even holding in, as he watched Caz make it down to and start towards the door to the flare stack. Brodie froze in thought for a moment. That door had an alarm wired to it. It would detect anytime it was opened. If anyone would have to walk down the flare stack, it was considered an emergency. He hadn't told Caz about it. Considering the amount of things.. no, people, Brodie, they're still people. They're all in there still. He shuddered. Not from the cold, the control room he was in had a heater, and was considerably warm. No, he shuddered at the thought of them still being in there. All of them. The ones who were infected. Trots, Addair, Rennick, Muir.. were they conscious? Could they control this? Did they want to kill the rest of the crew? Or were they just as afraid as Brodie was? As Caz was? As anyone else that had already lost their lives here? Rafferty.. Rafferty was afraid. Rafferty was infected. Brodie knew that. He could only hope in some twisted way that the people who were infected were just as afraid as anyone else was on this rig. He didn't want to secretly hope they were afraid, he just didn't want to think that they enjoyed what they were doing to these people. What they have already done.

 

Brodie shook his head, maybe a bit too aggressively, as his head swivelled and his eyesight distorted for a moment afterwards. Think about the situation. Surviving. Think about.. Caz! Brodie hadn't thought about the fact there was an alarm on that door any further until now. Caz had already set off another alarm on his way down here, what if he attracted one of those things- People! They're still your crew mates, Brodie.. If Caz opened that door, he could only give one of them his exact location, even if Caz hadn't already lured one of them over. Now, if this was any other person, Brodie might've thought that some other options would be considered before deciding to open the door, considering there was a huge, neon yellow sign right above the door that said, in bold, "Alarm will sound if door is opened." ..Not Caz. Caz might be lucky, but no one ever said he was particularly smart. Brodie considered trying to say something to Caz over his speaker in the control room, but if he did, he would only get a fearful and snarky stare from Caz, as the lad was already brute forcing his way through.

 

The alarm sounded, and Brodie's blood felt like it froze over, and sharp ice crystals started to pulse through his veins. Brodie heard a loud clamoring across the region of the rig Caz was on, like the rattling of chains and force to a metal cage, as Addair screamed and tore his way towards Caz. He saw Caz yell what he could only imagine was something distasteful considering the Scotsman's rather vulgar taste in words, as Caz turned and started full sprinting towards the end of the flare stack.

 

Brodie watched with held breath and a shaky stature as he watched Caz hurtle fallen debris and holes in the structure of the flare stack as Addair gracelessly crawled and sped towards him.

 

Brodie faltered in holding his breath and gasped in air just as he thought Caz was going to be caught. Caz had to jump a gap that looked a wee bit too big, and Brodie watched the Scotsman just barely catch himself on the other side as he hauled himself back to his feet.

 

Caz continued until he managed to slide himself into a small enclosed space on the flare stack where Addair couldn't manage to squeeze himself through. Brodie watched anxiously as Caz weakly climbed his way up to the end of the flare stack where the gas was blowing from. As Caz pulled out the flare he was supplied with, Brodie could just barely make out Addair flattening himself to the end of the flare stack. Before he could decide if he was going to say something to Caz, Caz threw the now lit flare at the stack just as Addair clamored to the top of it. Brodie watched in horror as Addair burst into flames and Caz was thrown back onto himself as the flare stack lit half to hell and started slowly crumbling.

 

Brodie's thought's and emotions twisted as Caz slowly got up and started moving back towards the rig.

 

B - "CAZ! For fucks sake, move! It's about to collapse!"

 

Brodie almost screamed into the microphone he was trying to coach Caz with, but he stopped himself after considering that it would only make it worse.

 

Caz was moving slow. Too slow. Way too slow.

 

Couldn't Caz hear him? It was collapsing! The flare stack, directly under him!

 

B - "Caz! It's buckling, you need to move!"

 

Caz wasn't moving any faster. Brodie could make out that Caz looked like he was limping. Was he hurt that bad when he was thrown back? Did he need Brodie's help right now? How would Brodie get down fast enough to him if he did?

 

B - "Can you hear me, Caz?! Please, man, hurry!!"

 

It crumbled.

 

It fell.

 

Brodie watched with wide eyes and what felt like his organs dropping to the void in his stomach.

 

Caz grabbed hold of the sides of the flare stack.

 

Caz hit the side of the rig with the plunging structure, cracking his head on a storage crate.

 

Then he fell.

 

And he fell.

 

And he fell.

 

Caz was falling.

 

Caz was falling and Brodie could just watch.

 

B - "Raffs, it's alright, we're getting you out!"

 

B - "Be two minutes, pal!"

 

The screams.

 

The screams.. Raffs..

 

Caz didn't scream. Not after he hit the rig.

 

B - "I'm here, Raffs. It's Brodie."

 

B - "I'm going to get you out!"

 

Brodie couldn't save Raffs.

 

Brodie can't save Caz.

 

Two people. Two people today that he had sent to their deaths.

 

They were his fault.

 

Their deaths.

 

His fault.

 

Caz fell.

 

And then he disappeared.

 

His life faltered, and vanished.

 

Quicker than Rafferty's did.

 

At least he can take solace in that.