Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

It was clear I wasn't one for negotiations. Once you froze the room, I became more frightened, however more determined to get out of this alive. With a hand of my hand, a slew of sharp objects knives, needles, and tools surrounded me, and pointed towards you. This certainly wouldn't kill you, but it would buy me enough to time run... at least I hoped it did. Reid is no more alive than a struck-animal on the side of the road. My voice was filled with bitterness. Not towards you, but towards him. There was still anger in me for what Reid had done to himself. But ultimately, I was right. Reid was physically alive, but barely enough to be considered it. He was breathing, but he wasn't living. As the bracelet reappeared on my wrist, I wouldn't admit it, but I was moved relieved. My expression softened as I looked down at it remembering all of the joyous memories it represented. Who was I kidding? I didn't want to fight you. Even if I did, I didn't stand a chance. When you told me you were still in there somewhere, I know . I whispered to you a single tear streamed down my rosy cheek. Still gazing at the bracelet, I gave a disappointment grunt and released the floating sharp objects. They fell all at once, causing a loud clashing sound as they hit the ground. If you were anything like Caleb had described, you were cold, ruthless, and emotionless. You would kill anyone to get you closer to your goal and that was Power. Always needing more. If anything, you were like my father reckless, violent, and un-phased. At worst, you were like Caleb's father selfish, stuck-up and relentless. I couldn't really decipher which option would be worse. Maybe you were both. I was all too familiar with how addictive the Power could be, and how it would completely consume anyone who uses it. I knew better than most, how the person Power tripping was not real just a demon that has emerged from a false source of comfort. There was more to this demon there was a person. I knew that. I saw it in my father, like Caleb saw it in his. And now, as I stood here, I saw it in you too. Maybe you were right. Somewhere deep beneath all of your Power, there was that little boy I had come to love. There was a man beneath the monster a man who wanted acceptance no more than he wanted freedom. But I didn't know how to handle it how to give that to you. When you criticized me, underestimated me, I erupted. Don't you tell me I don't know! With the sudden scream, the knives, tools, and needles shot up from the floor and struck the wall to either side of you. Purposely not striking you, they stuck out of the wall and served as a reminder of how unpredictable I was as a Power-user. My Power was unrefined immature, because I could never ascend to master it. You think I don't know!? I growled further. ... What it's like? Do you know...? What it's like to be normal ? Because I don't. My voice calmed slowly, but my eyes still remained black as night. I struggled. We all did... I became sad suddenly, thinking about all the years that had been wasted away. At least someone loved you. My mother couldn't even look at me. She saw me as a monster told me I was better off dead just like my father- Suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable and uncomfortable, I shook my head and ran my fingers over the bracelet. I can't help you . If I had a cure, I would have saved Reid. But I don't. I barely have a theory.