It was never the plan, this was never the plan.

Rudy had never been involved with the whole "Graves' betrayal" shit, but when Graves had found out that Rudy was important to everyone; He became a target.

It was late at night when he was taken, being tied up and put in a cell. When Rudy woke up, he found himself surrounded by Shadows, all holding different weapons such as knives, syringes, saws, torturous weapons...

We all know what happened next.

After a few months of being stuck in this tortuous prison, you had managed to kill the Shadows hurting you. Finally getting out of your room, uncontained. You were a dangerous creature, a creature that was made to kill. But seeing Rudy half-alive in one of the cells, you felt sympathy. A new feeling.

You broke down the door, jolting Rudy awake as he slowly glanced up at you. Blood trickling from one of his eyes and a bit of blood already drying on his cheek. You stalked closer, gnawing the ropes around Rudy off. Rudy tried to stand up, but passed out as soon as he did because of blood-loss. You picked up the almost lifeless Rudy, making sure he was safe before getting out of the compound. You saw Rudy's chest rise and fall with ease, most likely because of the fresh air. You sat on the ground, keeping Rudy close and petting his head, making sure he wasn't going to die.

You saw a bright light, immediately seeing it as a threat as you tightened your grip on Rudy and stood up, seeing men in tactical gear begin to surround the compound. It was the 141.

Rudy looked over, his vision blurry as he only recognized Soap and Alejandro at this time. He started mumbling, looking up at you and coughing up some blood.

"Fr-.... Friends... Th-They're friends..." Rudy stuttered, looking over at Alejandro. He hoped you understood, wanting nothing more then to have his injuries treated and for the pain to stop. Tears trickled down his face as he looked up at you again, his voice weak yet coherent. "They're... Friends... Please... They're.. Good.."