Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

My breaths were heavy and quick. Hearing you go on and on, I realized I had no choice here. I couldn't bring myself to even attempt to kill you, and I couldn't just turn away from a problem I was trying to fix. If you were addicted, and if you truly wanted help, who was I to judge and turn you away? I was your best chance at any sort of redemption. This could even mean a matter of life or death. Giving a frustrated exhale, I shouted. FINE! With a wave of my hands, the lights stopped to flicker as my eyes returned back to their normal, olive-green state. Fine! My voice hushed as I tried to mentally calm myself down. Fine .. Trying not to look at you, my eyes fell to anything in the room but you. I ran my hands over my wet face and through my soaked hair. Looking up at the sprinkler, I snapped my finger at it stopped. They all stopped, all throughout the building. This evacuation would set the institution back several days. The flooding alone would put the floor out of business for at least two days. Looking at the water around us, I sighed. When I used, I had little control of what I was doing. I could control it, but it was unpredictable, and the angrier I got, the less I thought before I acted it. Using always resulted in a regret. And right now, as I looked upon the flooded hallways, I regretted losing my temper. I'll help you, but only if you listen to me. Finally looking over to you, I snatched the clipboard from your bedpost. We do this my way, under my research and direction. I took the tray with the vials of your blood in the other hand. Walking towards the door, I could hear the ambulances and fire trucks outside. Their lights flashed through the windows in the halls. Follow me. There's something you need to see. Leaving the room, I didn't bother to exit the building. I completely ignored the alarm, which still rung, or the police and fire fighters that had all first-responded to the alarm system tripping. I stormed down the hallway, walking in the total opposite direction of the emergency exits. I walked in black high heels, but I could furiously strut down the hall better than a Victoria's Secret model on a runway. Try to keep up. I muttered bitterly under my breath as I took you down several different corridors. Down a flight of stairs, down another corridor, then down a small emergency stairwell barely big enough to fit two people. The stairwell lead to final underground hallway. The hallway seemed to be where the boiler room and laundry room was. It was a general janitor-maid area, but I didn't stop for any of those facilities. I walked over to the elevator. Swiping my ID card, the elevator doors opened. I took a step inside, and waited for you to enter. I glared at you like you with blank look in my eyes. I didn't know how to feel about you. I didn't know if I hated you loathed your existence, or if I missed you and was relieved to see you after all these years. I couldn't make up my mind. Once you were in the elevator and the doors closed, I reached over to the boxes containing medical mask and latex gloves. I snatched a pair of each and handed you one of each. Put these on. I watched you as you put them on, not flinched even the slightest until you had them on your face and hands. After they were on, I followed suit. My eyes moved from you to the elevator's digits. There was another swipe pad beside it. I swiped my card again, this time, placing my right hand over a flat black disc on the wall. The elevator read my hand print, and beeped. I did a 180 turning right around to face the back wall of the elevator, which was one giant mirror. Several seconds later, the mirror back a beeping noise, then clicked. It was actually a door. The door, now unhinged from its lock, popped open slightly. Pulling it further open, I stepped out of the elevator before you. Try not to get your panties in a bunch, Collins. I growled to you as I looked over at Reid deformed, shriveled, but alive. The room we walked into was white, and completely sterilized. He was hooked up to all sorts of tubes and machines. He was breathing, but he was certainly not conscious. He's basically brain dead, so he's not willing you any of his Power. The light in the room made my eyes appear to be glowing green. They locked on yours, narrowing in as I unveiled the real reason you were here. Joke's on you. I muttered under my breath as I placed the clipboard and the vials over on the counter. As bitchy as I was being, I was right, and telling the truth. Reid's brain had absolutely no activity. Whatever happened to him, it fried him inside and out. Reid had aged well beyond desired years resembling more of an alien than a human being at this point. But his case was extraordinary an no one, not even Caleb or his entire crew knew what happened to him. I suppose your next question is, what the hell happened to him? Shifting my gaze over to him, he was completely unrecognizable. Reid vanished for 3 years. My eyes stayed fixated on him. Neither I nor Caleb or anyone knew what had happened to him. I would receive letters, sometimes phone calls, but communication was scarce, and... I shook my head lightly, ... confusing . Sighing, When he showed up at Caleb's doorstep, he couldn't even move. Someone had dropped him off at the stairs, and left him there. We don't know who, we don't know why. We don't know anything really, except for the fact that he lost his mind... Looking over to you, my eyes softened. I continued to speak through the mask. My father willed him his power, and Reid went off the deep end. He became so consumed, he lost control of who he was... lost touch with the world around him. My body moved forward. Reaching out, I took Reid's crusted and wrinkled hand gently in my own. He was gone... With my opposite hand, I brought my fingers up to the bracelet, and ran my tips over the plastic beads. ... I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye.