Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

Why do you still wear the bracelet? Do you miss him? Those two questions were almost too much to bear. I... uhm... I was so completely distracted with the connection I had just made with your power. As the gears began to roll, I froze, unable to come to an appropriate conclusion for my next chain of questions, or actions. I didn't know whether it was smarter to straight up attack you, or a better option to just be naive, and talk to you. All I could think about was all the ways I could end up dead in this scenario and how I could lose my entire practice to your selfish endeavors. What did you want from me? Why did you come here? Why were you here? There was too much rushing through my head as your face changed. If I felt it, certainly you felt it to. Without even realizing or intending it, I completely blew my cover as a witch from a bloodline of warlocks from Ipswich. There were many benefits to the Power this was definitely not one of them. Then your face changed, and I could see it. I was a professional I could spot even the slightest change in a patients behavior, and I could see it in your eyes. No more Mr. Myers. Collins was emerging. Swallowing roughly, I was certainly not as confident as my ex-boyfriend, Caleb. And I certainly wasn't as proud and boastful as my brother. In fact, I didn't have any of those qualities as I stood before you. As you rose from the bed, I moved back. I had only one adjective, and that was fright. In that moment, I truly feared for my life, and for the life of my family, and my friends, and all of the workers, volunteers, and patients in my establishment. All this time I had worked to help people, and in the process, I had lured in a monster. With you just inches from my face, my breath was heavy, hot, and trembling. What do you want from me? I was afraid, however my voice did not reflect this. Rather than responding with a shaky voice, I responded with a growl. My hands had lowered to my sides, and my demeanor began to change as you stepped aside and spoke to me. Your response was bizarre unlike anything I could have ever imagined. Tink? All the words out of your mouth after that were a blur a fog. My eyes were hearing them, but they were going in one ear and out the other. My brain jumbled up the words. Tink . Completely ignoring everything including your preposition, the boiling look in my eyes began to grow. What did you call me ? I growled from the back of my throat, like a lion getting ready to roar. My eyes began to glow a sparkling orange. I stood no change against your double-power, but riled up in emotion, I was unpredictable. The lights began to surge and flicker as my heart began to race. Without breaking solid eye contact with you, I used my Power to trip the fire alarm. The loud ringing sound of the drill chimed throughout the hallways. My brows narrowed and my sclera's turned to black. Get out ! With nothing other than pure rage, I ripped off my latex gloves and launched them angrily at you. I tore off the bracelet in the same motion, causing the elastic holding the beads together to snap. The bracelet fell apart before the two of us the beads pouring to the ground, bouncing, and rolling about. I let them fall like they meant nothing to me. During this high-strung moment, my gaze, locked on you, never faltered. I didn't even blink. The smoke-detecting fire system triggered the sprinkles to turn on in the hallways. Nurses, patients, and staff all began to flock to the emergency doors immediately, unable to see the standoff in the patient out room. You were Hans. You were Hans Solo. This entire time I had romanticized the little boy who stole my heart when I was just 8 years old. And here he was. Hans Solo. Chase Collins. A villain a monster. No Prince Charming.