Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

I found your answer curious, even suspicious. No one got hurt? I thought. Even if that were true, it was still an attempt at multiple people's lives, and a barn doesn't just burn down without anyone noticing. The worst part was that it was a historical piece of Ipswich that burned down. Many native to the area were fairly devastated that the old Salem barn had burned down. There were plans to restore it. I added, but there was hesitation in my voice. A young man died that night. Seeing your eyes squint, I had nearly forgotten about the lights in the room. At a snap of my finger, the lights dimmed to half of their luminosity. We were still clear in sight, but the room's aura was more serene. Without acknowledging that I changed the lights with a snap, I continued to speak. He burned alive,in that barn. Rumour is they he burned so bad they never found his remains. I peaked an eyebrow and looked at you. That Chase Collins kid... some people think he didn't actually die. That he escaped. Pretty scary, if you ask me. It was obvious by the sarcastic tone in my voice that I was not only unafraid of anything, but that I also believed he had escaped, and that he was alive. For me, it was easy. Despite being a female, I possessed some of the Power, though just a fraction of it. It was originally believed that the Power was a male dominant genetic trait, passed down from the father to his son. But when I started showing the first signs of Power-emergence, my family dug deeper only to discover although rare, it was possible for females to acquire the Power. So I did, but I would never ascend. I was Power-sensitive and I could feel the presence of other users. There weren't many left in the world, and as of lately, I was beginning to feel a stronger emergence in Montana of something I was unfamiliar with. Shrugging the conversation off, I grabbed another pair of latex gloves. This check up was all trivial work for me. It wasn't necessary for me to do it, as usually the nurses did it, but I had a strange feeling about you, and I was stalling trying to get more information out of you to pin point who exactly you were. You're right. I admitted, Most of my research is based off of in-patient care, and how they react to various drugs. I'm a geneticist, so to me the blood is like a textbook to the body. Blood gives me the genetic code of each individual, and with that, I try to find genetic traits that may be linked to addiction, particularly drug use. My goal is to create a drug that will repress the gene, and ultimately lower or even diminish the urge to use. Nodding lightly, I knew it sounded far-fetched to the average person, but in reality, I was making progress. Slipping one glove on, I was interrupted when you took my wrist in your hand. My stomach sunk as you looked at the bracelet. Something wasn't right. I fell silent for a moment. Clearing my throat, I took a deep breath. I... I said, seeming at a loss of words. I wish I knew. Tearing my wrist away from you, I slapped on another latex glove. Taking a step forward towards you, I leaned very close - our bodies just inches apart. My mother decided to move, one day. Just pack our bags and leave. No warning, no reason that I could understand... My voice was softer. Without warning, I brought my gloved hands to your neck and began to press my thumbs firmly against your throat. I was checking for thyroid. One evening, I just never showed up. I would never see him again. Suddenly, I felt sick. My stomach knotted, and I felt dizzy, like I was going to throw up. My hands went from confident, to weak, as I let go of your neck and the expression on my face felt. Something about the intimacy of touching your neck made my sensitivity go hay-wire. A wave of uneasiness came over me, but I tried to keep my composure. I stared at you, like I had seen a ghost, with my hands hovering over your shoulders. Lips parted slightly, I wanted to say something, but my throat choked up as I became afraid. You possessed the power. I felt it before, but now I was sure of it. I could feel the Power within you. It was strong, uncontrollable, just like Reid's. Your origin, your addiction. It made all too much sense. That crazy kid from Ipswich never burned. He was right here in front of me. You were Chase Collins .