Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 23:00:28 GMT
Darkness, flashes of lights. Rhythmic, mechanical, humming in his ear. Voices, sounding submerged and far away. He didn't remember anything after Alex had taunted him with Jewel being dead. He remembered wanting to give up. Between losing Deja and Jewel, he had absolutely nothing to live for. He'd fallen to his knees and begged Alex to kill him. And the bastard certainly had. He remembered the searing pain and beneath that, an overwhelming sense of relief. He didn't have to continue on, didn't have to live in a world without his baby sister and the woman he loved.
Needles pricked his skin, he felt electricity run through his body, muscles spasm-ed through his body somewhere but it felt like he was disconnected. He knew it was happening in his body but he couldn't put a place to it. It just felt so distant.
And then everything went black again.
He blinked awake, lights pouring down over him. His head hurt, so badly. Where was he? He propped himself up in bed, both surprised and glad that his muscles were obeying him. He was... in his house? In his bed? What had happened?
It'd been a few days since he'd woken up mysteriously in his bed, in his house. Since then, he'd gone to visit the President and had been filled in on the procedure he'd undergone and what exactly had happened to him. He had all his memories still and he felt exactly the same. He'd feared for a moment that when they brought him back they would have changed him, but it seemed like he was fine. He felt... totally fine.
Now, he wasn't walking through the Capitol, dodging through people on his way to meet up with Jewel. He'd called her first thing after his meeting with the President whom had told him his sister was alive and Deja was dead. He couldn't even think about the brunette but he'd called his sister immediately. He still remembered the way she'd screamed and insisted on coming to get him. He refused. He had to get things straight with the President first. They'd given him another promotion and we're using his image and good name to make the Capitol look better. He didn't mind. It wouldn't change who he was.
Rounding a corner, he slammed right into a person, his body still solidly muscled, not giving way against the back momentum. His arm instinctively reached out to grip the man's arm, steadying them both.
"Sorry, man, forgive m-" He froze for a moment, the last time he'd seen that face replaying in his head.
"It's over, Damien, you lost. Get over yourself." He'd hissed at him. Damien was on his knees, chest heaving as he pressed his hand to a cut on his side. It was painful but nothing fatal. He could've easily escaped with his life. But he didn't want to. He swung his sword again, watching as it connected with Alex's side. He was just trying to provoke the guy. The cut would've been painful but like his cut, nothing fatal.
"DO IT YOU COWARD!" He spat into Alex's face. The spittle was the final straw. Alex's face hardened and he swung his sword, slicing Damien's neck wide open, blood gushing out. He was awake for a moment, collapsing down and pressing his hands to his neck, watching Alex's broad back leaving the training room. The last thing he felt was relief.
His hand instinctively raised to touch the spot on his neck where a faint white line blended in with his skin.
"Alex."
Needles pricked his skin, he felt electricity run through his body, muscles spasm-ed through his body somewhere but it felt like he was disconnected. He knew it was happening in his body but he couldn't put a place to it. It just felt so distant.
And then everything went black again.
He blinked awake, lights pouring down over him. His head hurt, so badly. Where was he? He propped himself up in bed, both surprised and glad that his muscles were obeying him. He was... in his house? In his bed? What had happened?
It'd been a few days since he'd woken up mysteriously in his bed, in his house. Since then, he'd gone to visit the President and had been filled in on the procedure he'd undergone and what exactly had happened to him. He had all his memories still and he felt exactly the same. He'd feared for a moment that when they brought him back they would have changed him, but it seemed like he was fine. He felt... totally fine.
Now, he wasn't walking through the Capitol, dodging through people on his way to meet up with Jewel. He'd called her first thing after his meeting with the President whom had told him his sister was alive and Deja was dead. He couldn't even think about the brunette but he'd called his sister immediately. He still remembered the way she'd screamed and insisted on coming to get him. He refused. He had to get things straight with the President first. They'd given him another promotion and we're using his image and good name to make the Capitol look better. He didn't mind. It wouldn't change who he was.
Rounding a corner, he slammed right into a person, his body still solidly muscled, not giving way against the back momentum. His arm instinctively reached out to grip the man's arm, steadying them both.
"Sorry, man, forgive m-" He froze for a moment, the last time he'd seen that face replaying in his head.
"It's over, Damien, you lost. Get over yourself." He'd hissed at him. Damien was on his knees, chest heaving as he pressed his hand to a cut on his side. It was painful but nothing fatal. He could've easily escaped with his life. But he didn't want to. He swung his sword again, watching as it connected with Alex's side. He was just trying to provoke the guy. The cut would've been painful but like his cut, nothing fatal.
"DO IT YOU COWARD!" He spat into Alex's face. The spittle was the final straw. Alex's face hardened and he swung his sword, slicing Damien's neck wide open, blood gushing out. He was awake for a moment, collapsing down and pressing his hands to his neck, watching Alex's broad back leaving the training room. The last thing he felt was relief.
His hand instinctively raised to touch the spot on his neck where a faint white line blended in with his skin.
"Alex."