Post by Carter on Jul 12, 2015 14:22:39 GMT -4
It had been 2 days since Carter had fucking blown up an entire town and had pretty much turned into a walking nuclear reactor. He had left Mercy out in the rain, with her car none to gently smoldering in the background and given her explicit instructions to get the hell out of dodge, he didn’t care how she went about it just as long as she made it happen. He had gone through far too much fucking trouble to save her ass to only be the one who fucking killed her. It had taken every last ounce of energy he had to make his way into the monastery and into his room, the door slamming none to gently behind him. He had sunk down into the far corner of the room and there he had stayed for the last 2 days.
It had been 2 days and there was nothing short of a full-blown hell storm hurricane still ragging outside, he had probably flooded the entire fucking state of Louisiana by now. He had succeeded in getting the ground to stop moving, though every so often a particular violent clap of thunder would slam through the air and rip him out of focus and it would start up again. He had never felt so completely charged and entirely out of control in his entire life. For the first time he knew what Michael had been so worried about. He was a ticking time bomb…rather literally. His eyes had remained clenched shut and his hands scratched at the old wooden floor beneath him until his fingertips had turned into a bloody mess. It served as a means to keep him focused, anything to keep him distracted.
Carter stayed there pressed against the wall, blood sliding from his ears and nose and eyes firmly clenched shut for what felt like an eternity. Fuck, it had been 2 days of this bullshit it might as well have been. He was exhausted, his body and mind spent from fighting the surge of power within him, he was fraying at the seams and there was very little he could do about, he half human for fucks-sake and this was ridiculous. He used what little energy he had left to bury the power deep inside of where it had dug its way out from. It took everything he had left and he felt the walls around him groan in argument. He felt the shift in power slightly, felt it give slightly and he forced it until he had nothing more to give. His eyes opened and his entire body trembled ever so slightly as he pitched forward, unconscious upon the floor.
The morning sun was fighting to break through the clouds when Carter’s eyes blinked open. His complexion was pale, nearly grey and he was drenched in sweat and blood. He lay in silence on his back, his eyes staring vacantly up at the collection of cracks in the ceiling. He could see it now; see why for so many years they had wanted him dead.
And now he didn’t know what the fuck to do about it.
It had been 2 days and there was nothing short of a full-blown hell storm hurricane still ragging outside, he had probably flooded the entire fucking state of Louisiana by now. He had succeeded in getting the ground to stop moving, though every so often a particular violent clap of thunder would slam through the air and rip him out of focus and it would start up again. He had never felt so completely charged and entirely out of control in his entire life. For the first time he knew what Michael had been so worried about. He was a ticking time bomb…rather literally. His eyes had remained clenched shut and his hands scratched at the old wooden floor beneath him until his fingertips had turned into a bloody mess. It served as a means to keep him focused, anything to keep him distracted.
Carter stayed there pressed against the wall, blood sliding from his ears and nose and eyes firmly clenched shut for what felt like an eternity. Fuck, it had been 2 days of this bullshit it might as well have been. He was exhausted, his body and mind spent from fighting the surge of power within him, he was fraying at the seams and there was very little he could do about, he half human for fucks-sake and this was ridiculous. He used what little energy he had left to bury the power deep inside of where it had dug its way out from. It took everything he had left and he felt the walls around him groan in argument. He felt the shift in power slightly, felt it give slightly and he forced it until he had nothing more to give. His eyes opened and his entire body trembled ever so slightly as he pitched forward, unconscious upon the floor.
The morning sun was fighting to break through the clouds when Carter’s eyes blinked open. His complexion was pale, nearly grey and he was drenched in sweat and blood. He lay in silence on his back, his eyes staring vacantly up at the collection of cracks in the ceiling. He could see it now; see why for so many years they had wanted him dead.
And now he didn’t know what the fuck to do about it.