Missing You Missing Me

[Rayleen Cel'Frumos]

Rayleen felt cold suddenly, her body pale, and she begins to shake hard. She gags. The withdrawal kicking in hard. Her blue eyes manage to find Dark but only for a split second, thinking it was her imagination. She knew it would eventually get to the point that she would be screaming and begging Dark to save her from the pain. "The voices... are getting... louder. They are going to drown me out. I'm going to die." She says tears falling down her face.

[Adam Helviath]

Adam shakes his head as he shakes the feeling off, assuming it was fear of her dying for real. "Listen... Ya jus gotta trust me... why be with a god tha' knowinly makes ya skin'n'bone?" He holds a hand to her forehead and uses some of his magic to help the detox heal her. "Listen to my voice... Ya can fight the voices like I do... if I could I'd take them from ya..." He just sits there, since Dark posed no anger toward Adam his sixth sense was doing nothing for him.

["Dark"]

Dark watched for a minute longer, the apathy in his eyes having consumed him. His true colors were starting to shine through but again there was a lack of any internal feelings; but by no definition was he feeling sane.There were things he wanted to say. This was dangerous territory for Adam to be in. Still, Dark watched his eyes focusing on the male, intense red and black irises honed on the alchemist. One wrong move, just one, and he'd never know what hit him.

[Rayleen Cel'Frumos]

Rayleen lay shaking and shivering, it felt so hot. She knew it would be worse without the healing from Adam. Her eyes again find Dark, though she figured it was from the fever that was over taking her. Here she was chained to a bed, being forced to go through Detox. The fever and shakes became to much, she starts to heave, when that doesn't work her body gets perfectly still, eyes closed, though they were still moving behind the lids.

[Adam Helviath]

Adam notices the move and quickly lifts her up gently and pulses healing powers into her back while he angles her over the can. This way the heaves would land outside her body and not drown her. "Come'on..." The man was taking excellent care of her, obviously this is not the first detox he's done with someone, softly his tone was more quiet, "Ya didn' give up on me... I refuse ta give up on you..." With that he pulled more pillows and shifted them to support her back as he went back to preparing more food. More healing was upon her as he kept a watchful gaze on her, the fear he felt was what he believed to be fear of losing someone. Regardless he made no sinister moves and it appeared everything he did was in pure good faith and purpose.

["Dark"]

Dark started forward casually nearing the bad reaction Rayleen was having, thick boots the only thing making noise as he neared them when the "Come'on" from Adam had sparked a memory in Dark's mind. It was instant and instead of internalizing it the event played out like an old film on the wall nearby. "Come'on" a young girl's voice repeated as the scene flickered from a peppered blank slate to the image of a girl with long black hair, focused mostly on her face which wasn't fully defined, like someone had blotted out half of it. Another flicker to the same girl when she was older. This time her voice was panicked,"Danny, Danny come on. He's gonna come home any min--". The sound of a door opening as the picture was shown from Dark's perspective of that time, the only color was the crimson from his wrists on the linoleum. He heard her scream and what sounded to be his father outraged. One last flicker and the scene was a much calmer one, the same girl now a young woman holding Danny close in a hug as he laid on a bed stuck in some sort of mental breakdown, the woman humming something soothing. Dark had watched the entire thing entranced by it, until the entire illusion had faded away, the last note hummed by his sister had lingered in the air before that too was gone.

"...Skylar" he whispered as his sight focused intensely on where the memory had been. The struggle of his girlfriend however had drawn his attention again; still quietly he walked up to Rayleen as if Adam hadn't been there. "Hey, sugar" he tried to soothe his prophet placing his naturally cold hand against her hand though there was a fire that lived inside his core. This was a rarity, to see him be genuinely kind to someone else and a woman on top of that. "You're gonna be alright". Although he had the ability to alter people's emotions there was no attempt on his part to manipulate her that way.

[Rayleen Cel'Frumos]

Rayleen opens her eyes as she hears Dark's voice and his hand on hers. She closes them again, and speaks through a strained voice, "... The voices are so loud... so demanding... angry." She says keeping her eyes closed. The shapeshifter just wanted to curl up with Dark. So many times back in the day had they helped each other through this, normally there was anger then fighting then cuddling. She got the feeling this wasn't going to go like that. They had told each other of their love very rarely as it was an odd situation for both of them, but they didn't really need to say it did they?

[Adam Helviath]

Adam has seen some shit in his time and he knew that whenever he delt with Ray that Dark would soon follow. Since his sixth sense didn't tingle for his life he looked indifferent to the god showing up and remained silent for a little bit before he continued. "She almost died Dark..." No holding back Adam seemed angered and ashamed of him. "Yer a god yet ya support yer prophet gettin' drugged up to the point where she's unable to defend herself..." He shakes his head as he tends to the dishes in the sink. "No offense... but why become a junkie? The more ya excess in somethin, the less ya feel it. The less ya feel it, the more ya take... fuck.... yer a god man... ya could remove her voices 'n... I dunno... Just cause yer madness don' mean ya gotta ruin yer prophet...." There Adam was, just busy washing dishes with rubber gloves, talking to a god....

["Dark"]

"I gave her peace. I drowned the goddamn pain. It's not in my power to fucking make her okay. In case you haven't fucking noticed, everything I touch goes to shit--the second my spheres of influence get a hold on something they drag it down. There is no reverse switch. Guess what? That wasn't some magical fucking thing I just discovered,oh no, I knew of this shit looong before I was made into whatever the hell I'm supposed to be now. I don't even fucking know who I am half the time, I just know I have Rayleen. I have...her". His voice had fluctuated throughout the entire thing, going from angry to upset and back again and at the very end it finished in a whisper like a realization hit him; like what the blonde meant to him. He hadn't noted it but tears were starting to form in his eyes--though deep down he really felt only half of what he was expressing. Dark looked over at Adam, more fear being fused into the room. He may have been a god now but he still had lived the life of a mortal.

[Rayleen Cel'Frumos]

Rayleen could hear them talking and it took her a long while before she could say anything. She grips Dark's hand tighter, before finally speaking, "You always have me Dark." She looks to Adam, "I don't wish to get rid of my insanity it's part of who I am. It is what brought me and Dark together." She says slowly.

[Adam Helviath]

Adam stood his ground even though his flight was kicking in, "Moderation... excess leads to a heavy downfall... equivalent actions... Also if she pushes all her insanity out... how is she insane?" With hairs standing on end, it seems his true purpose now was to make sure she was taken care of, "I'm not sayin' lose it all luv... not sayin' quite pure cold turkey... he's gonna hook ya up once ya fully detox here... I just wanna not see ya dead cause ya get too high ta do anythin'...." Shaking his head he looks at Dark, "I know what it is like... to lose whats important to ya... I also know madness...." Taking in a deep breath anyone with mind reading could hear voices screaming inside of Adam's mind for a moment before a few more deep breaths calm it down. "But ya knew tha' Dark..." Again a shake of his head, "I jus don' wanna see her dead... tha's all I ask Dark... Try moderation if ya can' keep her away from death's door...." He sighs as the slight tremor in his hand is visible to both now.

["Dark"]

"Moderation...", he mumbled to himself and then paused as he felt Rayleen cling harder to his hand. "Oh I've been watching you everywhere you go, Adam".The goth was letting his world slip into itself again--the feeling of some shadowy thing tugging at him, looming all around him. However, when he stared at the floor for a few seconds trying to rid the room of its invisible demons, he couldn't shake the paranoia. "I do whatever the fuck I want with her" he half scolded as the red tendrils danced in his ebony irises. "No, no you don't" he added but this time in another voice that wasn't his own with a laugh that wasn't his either. Dark had a hard time pulling himself back together, shaking his head of the second person that was in his body. Closing his eyes he was able to finally address Adam again,"What makes you think I'd kill her?". There was a threat laced in with that, but oddly enough he was also being genuinely curious. A smile showed on his lips as he looked Adam over--the kind of smile that showed nothing but a void for where his compassion should have been.

[Rayleen Cel'Frumos]

(Skip me)

[Adam Helviath]

Adam shook his head as he chimed in without missing a beat, "Cause yer insane... it's kinda wha ya do..." Standing there he fought all he could to not just say fuck it and leave, he kept pushing. "I've seen it before... mortals go insane... love somethin' possessively... don' wanna let it go or let anyone else see it... somethin' triggers it... ya snap, ya kill the girl'n keep'er in yer house ta rot'n'decay while ya pet it...'n truth be told... ya lesser gods'r nothin' more than mortals with power..." Adam found his conviction in his words as he breathed out and stood his ground. Arms folded he seemed prepared for the god to get angry or something, who knew. He dealt with Ace for a few hundred years, he was used to insane.

["Dark"]

The shift in Dark's mood was noticeable. The air immediately around him felt thick, heavy, and oddly like a presence was dragging them all down though for all purposes they could still stand and move about--it just felt more difficult to do so. Dark looked very displeased, a lethal expression in his eyes as his gaze met Adam's."Stun". The god kept his focus on the alchemist even if he had looked away, speaking in a hushed hostile voice that was barely restrained from turning into a full outbreak,"Just a mortal with powers...?". As he asked shadows slithered around their feet, obscuring their view of the floor and an overwhelming feeling of slipping into the makeshift abyss played with Adam's senses."And you're nothing but a piece of shit" he commented venomously. The goth let go of Rayleen's hand and walked up to the now paralyzed gunslinger, whispering into his ear in another tone entirely,"And my toy to break. So what do you say, let's play a game?". The void was now no longer masking just the floor. It had wrapped around the walls and seemingly everything else, not allowing a single ray of light through it.