Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

Full Name Chase Collins Given Name Chase Goodwin Pope Alias Jacob Myers Status Patient under care of Dr. Miriam Salem Family Biological Father Deceased. Mother Unkown. Siblings None. Adoptive Father Deceased. Mother Deceased. Siblings None Years had passed since his run in with The Sons of Ipswitch. He still hated them all just as purely as he did up first seeing their smug faces. He could always feel them, especially Caleb. Since his father had willed him his own power, sacrificing his life for his stupid boy, he'd been able to feel the power within Caleb. But he'd been playing with curses and spells before the others had even thought of their own ascension. He hadn't been ready for it. But he played. And got addicted much too young to the power no human should have. But he wasn't human. He was a warlock. And by playing with the curses and spells he'd figured out how to cover himself. Of course they would feel him when he'd do something big. But they wouldn't be able to differentiate him from any of the others. It was a shock when one night, he was woken from his sleep to feel another had been willed power. If it was Caleb, there would be no stopping him. Ever. To possess the power of three... there'd be no way for Chase to even hope of surviving that fight. But when the smoke of his sleep cleared, there were two. Two distinct powers, more powerful than the other two. It didn't take very long for him to figure out who it was. They used. Often. More than he himself ever had. And he knew. It was that blonde fuck. Reid. Reid Garwin. He hadn't had much interaction with the skinny Malfoy wannabe. But his face, the smirk and the annoying way he strutted about had assured Chase he wouldn't get along with the man even if he hadn't been there to steal his friend's powers which would result in Caleb's death. Nor would he have been able to pretend to like him. But Reid was impulsive where Caleb had been calculating. Reid would be easy to toy with. And had Chase been smarter in his youth, he would have waited instead of going for the eldest. The eldest who was like all those annoying heroes on TV. He had the luck of the Irish and a horseshoe shoved up his ass. Reid, not so much apparently. After years of feeling the younger man use and use and use some more the power was suddenly... muffled. Like he was here, but not. And he researched. Tried to figure out how it would happen and then he found out about her. Reid's half-sister. She was a doctor who majored in addictions of all things. And of course Reid had one of the worst addictions of all time, power. The one things it was nearly impossible to kick, not when it was so limitless. It was just the damn side-effects. But with a doctor as a half-sister. He was probably with her. And she was helping him. Somehow. But Chase knew there was a better solution to the blonde's problems. He'd just convince Reid willing his power to Chase would be the best thing for him. It would, after all, rid Reid of the whole addiction problem. He watched the facility from outside for a few days, snuck inside a few times too. Using just enough power Reid wouldn't feel him but while he could fee Reid so close... the power was still muffled. Like it was dormant. Trapped behind... something. It was strange. He didn't know what it could be but he figured out the best route to get inside. He'd never been one for drugs. He'd experimented but that wasn't going to get him through the front door. So he worked his magic with a few working girls and got himself in the loop to find a dealer who promised him the greatest high he'd ever know. Heroin. Shit was expensive but money had never really been an issue for any son of Ipswitch. He used. Often. The high wore off fast. And he never got the itch to use it the way he did his power. The high was pathetic compared to what he was actually capable of. But he had enough track marks and his blood work would definitely show he had the crap in his system. When he came down from it he threw up though. So right before he went in he cooked the last little bit he had, tied off his arm and enjoyed a little bit of a high on the way towards the facility. The place was what he expected being named after a Garwin. He hadn't paid much attention to details like the furniture and flooring and walls. But now that he was there. He was taking everything thing. The nurses were all sort of surprised when he said he was there to check himself in for heroine addiction. Of course he didn't look like an addict. But he was. On a much higher level than any of these people had experienced. The paperwork was extensive and he'd used his powers to change the names on all of his accounts. Identity theft would be breeze if he ever felt like it. But money, belongings, life in general was nothing compared to what he really wanted. And right now, Reid was the only one he could get it from. And in order to get to Reid, he'd have to get close to this doctor. He was good at biding his time. Once the paperwork was done he was taking into a medical room and prepped for an examination. He undressed down to his shorts as a male nurse patted him down and made sure he didn't have anything on him. Or thought he did. He was open minded but he wasn't about to bend over for a nurse to check for a baggy of heroine. So he Jedi mind tricked the man and sent him on his way, the orderly thinking he'd completed his job then the loud Italian nurse was there to finish up. He simply smiled when she talked, laughed when the story called for it. She seemed nice enough. She was probably one of the more jovial people to work in a facility like this. And he felt proven right when Dr. Salem made her appearance. She was beautiful. No doubt about that. But her voice and her face had the whole strict doctor who doesn't actually like to smile vibe going on. Chase didn't bother to reply to her comment about the heroin. It would show up once the results from his paperwork came back. And the symptoms from not using... they were beginning to show in physical ways. There'd be no questions he was an addict before the night was out but until then, he'd have to refrain from using at all. Until he could appear to have gone through the withdrawal portion of this. He would never admit it. But it scared him. The idea of going through days of not using. It made the pit of his stomach feel heavy and cold and like it was twisting in on itself. The conversation turned and he couldn't help but pay close attention, he believed in coincidence but it was just ridiculous that she could be Tink. The girl he'd met at a tree-house. They never actually told each other their real names. She was dressed as Tinker Bell the first time he saw her. And he was Han Solo. So they just went with that. When they were together it was like... nothing else mattered except whatever they were doing at the time. And then she was gone. It had been one of the more upsetting times in his life. A hard childhood experience. Of course your first heartbreak always is. When the nurse talked about the bracelet his eyes snapped to the doc's wrist and he just stared for a minute. His face, this whole facade was faltering before it even began. There was no way she was Tink. No way. The sudden movement of Nurse Cavallo drew his attention away but the idea of Dr. Salem being the only girl, hell the only person, in the world he'd cared about... it left a painful, cold knot in his stomach. The heroin was going through his system and the new facts of this charade made it harder to play his part. He felt panic boiling up when he realized the nurse was leaving and he'd be alone with her. As soon as the nurse was out the door Chase only nodded at her words then sat up and leaned over to wear the orderly had thrown his gloves and retched. This was not the plan. He hated it when his plans didn't work. He needed that power. He needed Reid's power if he was ever going to make it past his 40's and have any chance of being able to live a life. And if she was Tink... If Dr. Salem was the little girl from the tree-house and it wasn't just a really weird coincidence in her story and the bracelet happened to look exactly like the one he'd gotten his adoptive mother to help him make for the girl who made him blush when he talked about her at all of 10 years old then she deserved whatever she got if she got in his way. Reid's power was his. And she was not going to stop him. No matter who she was. When the vomiting stopped he pushed himself back and flopped onto the examination table. You're orderly knows me better than any other man can say and you're nurse is an Italian vampire who can come out in the sunlight and has diabetes, he referred to the cavity search which hadn't actually happened and the vials of blood taken. What else could you possibly need? He asked, his voice was rough now from having been sick and his mouth tasted sour from the sick. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and his eyes were red.