As Ed closed the door behind him to get a hot drink, she braced herself for the worst.
'What do you think you're doing?'
'I'm just helping Ed with these messages..'
With the others out for the day, Ed had taken the opportunity to speak to Flux about the green writing on the wall. Looking at the masses of paper covered in different codes and footnotes, it was obviously something which was consuming him. Ed had just asked for Flux's help in breaking the code, something she knew Diesel wouldn't be happy about. Although she couldn't remember doing anything (despite the video footage) she was pretty sure it was Diesel.
'YOU ARE CHEATING!'
'No, no he's just stuck.. he wants a hint..'
'YOU CAN'T HELP HIM YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL! THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES!'
She could feel the angry heat radiating from Diesel. He placed his vice-like hand firmly on the back of her neck - his eyes were glowing red and Flux was too scared to look at him. She tried to hold back the tears as he reached under the mattress and produced the green marker pen.
'We can't have cheating! Write it down. NOW'
Flux picked up the pen, feeling the hand on her neck grip tighter. Closing her eyes, she put pen to paper.
'Like a good little girl.. Now put the pen back.'
She looked down at the paper in front of her.
Can'T cHeat, eD Winchester!
She nervously put the pen back, all the while praying that Ed would hurry up. When he eventually returned, she passed the papers back to him.
'I can't help you...'
He surveyed her tear-stained face for a moment, nodded and left.
'Good girl. Now, it's time for another game'
'No, I don't want to.. I'm too tired.'
'Since when were you in charge..'
She stared into those red glowing eyes for a moment. It hit her like a ton of bricks.. He was right, every decision in her life he had made it for her. He had made her feel useless and because of that she had lost control. Suddenly, the room started to spin and grow darker -the sensation made her nauseous - Flux tried to reach out to balance herself but instead she fell forward and landed hard against the cold stone floor.
Her head was pounding. Confused, she climbed to her feet. Panic set in as she realised she was not in her bedroom anymore. The room was poorly lit with the only light coming from the static playing on a small television screen in the corner. As her eyes grew a custom to the dark she realised the small room was empty. No windows - just one door. Using all her weight she tried to open the door, but it would not budge.
'It's locked. I need you out the way.'
Flux turned towards the television. The screen was filled with Diesel's face.
'Welcome to 'Diesel TV', we have some fine viewing for you today.'
'Over the next few days, weeks.. maybe years you will get to watch your life being played out by a charismatic, eccentric robot. In today's episode, we find out if Diesel's years of planning and manipulation have paid off. Will his new friends accept him? Will something go bang?... Oh I seriously hope so.'
'Diesel! You let me out!'
'Sorry Fluxy, you had your air-time. It's my turn to shine! So get comfy babe. You ain't going anywhere.'
The picture changed to a POV shot of someone putting a coat on. The shot turned to a mirror and, to Flux's horror, she saw herself looking back. The reflection winked at the 'camera'.
'Enjoy the show...' said Diesel.