Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

I rolled my eyes. It was all I could do. And even when I wasn't physically rolling my eyes, I was doing so in my mind. As you continued to babble on, I wondered just how long you could actually talk to yourself for. The whole isolation thing was starting to make sense, now. You didn't need company, you had your conceit and your vanity. Finally, as you looked down at your underwear and checked yourself out, I let out a loud frustrated grunt. Uhg! Don't make me puke. I rolled my eyes yet again. Do you ever get bored of the sound of your voice? You really are consumed in yourself. I was angry. More so about the time spent apart than I was at the evil you had conjured within that time. I was also angry at how much you had changed, yet at the same time, how much you were the same. You never did shut up . I muttered under my breath. I snatched your file right out of your hands. Taking the clipboard you had stolen from the room, I tossed the whole thing in the trashcan in the corner. Won't be needing that. I said proudly, as I looked up from the garbage. Your tests are compromised with heroin. From here on out, I need you completely clean... and sober. I looked you up and down my eyes trailing from your handsome face down to your boxers, and back up. ... And clothed. You need clothes. Oh- I paused, And a little less on the sarcasm, a little more on the silence. You may like the sound of your own voice, but frankly, you're not as cute as you were when you were in a Han Solo costume. Sorry, babe . I said sarcastically, grinning to myself and at my own shrewd demeanor and humor as I checked on Reid's vitals. Sighing, I shook my head. I slowly and lovingly swiped away a strand of white hair that had fallen over Reid's sleeping eyes. I miss him. Miss the shit out of him and his stupid comments and... and daring stunts. My voice was soft, the sarcasm relinquished from my mouth. I looked down at his arm and held his hand in my own. Reid was full of life. He was healthy, and young when I last saw him three years ago. Letting go of his hand, I reached over to the side table and pulled the drawer open. Pulling out a big printed out photo of Reid, I extended my arm to hand it to you. Without even so much as looking at you, I urged you to take the frame in your hands. This was him just three years ago. Just after he inherited my father's Power. The frame held a picture of a dashing Reid Garwin, all dressed up in a suit and tie. He looked older than he actually was, but he looked good radiant. Pogue's wedding. Finally tearing my eyes from Reid's withering, fragile state, I looked back to you. He was a groomsmen. He was controlled happy. Shortly after, he disappeared. I began to fiddle with the tubes that surrounded him, making sure each one was tight and secure. He flew off the deep end and nobody knows how or why he got this way... I keep him alive because I can. I turned to look at you, He's in there, somewhere. And it's impossible for him to have ended up this way. No matter how much he used, he simply could not have withered- I paused for dramatic effect. -from this... I walked over and tapped my index finger on the glass frame. ... to this. I waved my hand over to his bed. It's impossible. Lightly shaking my head, I took a deep breath. You barely look 30 years old, and you've used a hell of a lot of it. Taking the frame back in my hand, I shook my head. No. I will not accept this. My eyes fell to the photo. Something was wrong with him when he came to me. He not only looked inhuman, but he was poisoned. Turning around, I walked back over to the side table and placed the photograph on it. Propping it up, I made sure it was perfectly straight and symmetrical. I found so many substances in his blood. Traces of everything from arsenic, to titanium. Look- Turning my body, I pulled on Reid's wrist and moved his arms off the bed. Holding it in my hand, I pointed to markings all over the fold of his arm trailing down to his wrist. Cigarette burns, and injection scars. My eyes moved up to you. Still holding his arm, I exhaled. I think he was tortured. Carefully placing it back in place, my eyes returned to yours. My face became serious, almost frightened. The look in my eyes was enough to worry anyone. We're being hunted .