humilictedmanā. / kai anderson
Heās beginning to spiral, that much is clear. Once Kai got into the thick of one of these moods it would take a lot to bring him back down to earth. The speculation around his mental stability and the ridiculous rules he wanted to implement to Brookfield Heights certainly werenāt unfounded. Kai doesnāt seem to hear Joeyās pleads to stop his increasing rage, not until heās holding her tightly and seeing the tears slipping down her face up close. ā Iām tired of being treated like my campaign is a fucking jokeĀ Ā Ā Ā Like Iām a fucking joke! ā The cult leaderās hands lessen their bruising grip on her shoulders and he forces himself to sit on the bed so he can take a deep breath. As much as he wanted to, and was perfectly capable of violently lashing out more, he didnāt want to waste his energy. Not yet. Joey could plead all he wanted, but if Kai decided to go after that reporter there was no one that would be able to stop him once he made that choice.
As much as Kai wished he could win over the public favor and avoid any conflict like this, he also knew that would go against everything he preached. This was about stirring up chaos, fearĀ and rage to bring on a better world. If he catered to everyone who felt that his views were extreme or hateful than heād just be like every other politician.Ā ā I know I can rely on you, Joeyā¦youāll help me do the right thing. You know who I am. While others only look at me, you see me.Ā ā His voice is quiet, eerily calm now compared to his previous outburst only moments ago.Ā
ā Youāre right, we canāt hurt him directly. It would trace back to us too easily now that Iām on the boardā¦but his familyā¦it would be a shame if his wife were to have a terrible accident.Ā ā Kai murmurs coldly, the words almost could be mistaken to him talking to himself if it werenāt for his eyes being completely fixed on Joeyās gaze.
š¬š”š Ā ššš¬š©šš«šššš„š² Ā š°šš§šš¬ Ā ššØ Ā š«š®š§ Ā & Ā š”š¢šš,Ā butĀ joeyĀ findsĀ himselfĀ unableĀ toĀ move.Ā thereĀ isĀ aĀ familiarityĀ ofĀ theĀ hostilityĀ thatĀ isĀ asĀ comfortingĀ asĀ itĀ isĀ terrifying.Ā the sicknessĀ theyĀ feelĀ inĀ theirĀ stomachĀ isĀ aĀ mixtureĀ ofĀ fearĀ &Ā disgust. fearĀ ofĀ whatĀ kaiĀ mightĀ do,Ā &Ā disgustĀ forĀ theĀ factĀ thatĀ thisĀ kindĀ ofĀ behaviour,Ā mightĀ turnĀ herĀ on Ā inĀ aĀ differentĀ circumstance.Ā forĀ someoneĀ soĀ šš·š°š¼š“š»š“šš, Ā joeyĀ feels Ā nothingĀ butĀ shameĀ now.
ā Ā Ā youāre Ā not aĀ joke.Ā notĀ toĀ me.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā [Ā Ā doĀ youĀ reallyĀ believeĀ thatĀ ?Ā orĀ areĀ youĀ justĀ tryingĀ toĀ appeaseĀ himĀ Ā joeyĀ ?Ā Ā isĀ kaiĀ andersonĀ reallyĀ aĀ goodĀ personĀ ?Ā orĀ doesĀ heĀ justĀ satisfyĀ yourĀ sickĀ fantasyĀ ?Ā ]Ā Ā Ā Ā sheĀ Ā stillĀ Ā canātĀ Ā š„šØšØš¤Ā Ā atĀ Ā him,Ā Ā itĀ hurtsĀ Ā tooĀ Ā much.Ā Ā itsĀ notĀ Ā untilĀ sheĀ feelsĀ theĀ gripĀ Ā onĀ herĀ shoulderĀ leave,Ā thatĀ joeyĀ regainsĀ theĀ useĀ ofĀ hisĀ legs &Ā sinksĀ toĀ theĀ corner,Ā stillĀ shaking.Ā Ā
theĀ tearsĀ beginĀ toĀ subside,Ā turningĀ toĀ snifflesĀ atĀ kaisĀ words.Ā ā Ā iĀ do Ā seeĀ you.Ā iĀ do.Ā ā Ā [Ā whatĀ doĀ you Ā reallyĀ seeĀ tho Ā ] Ā joeyĀ usesĀ hisĀ sleeveĀ toĀ wipeĀ hisĀ eyesĀ whichĀ wereĀ muchĀ moreĀ foggedĀ thanĀ intended.Ā &Ā althoughĀ kaiāsĀ afterĀ thoughtĀ isĀ š¼ššš¼ššš“š³,Ā Ā joeyĀ stillĀ hearsĀ it.Ā bloodshotĀ eyesĀ finallyĀ lookĀ upĀ atĀ him,Ā painĀ reflectingĀ insideĀ herĀ blueĀ eyes.Ā Ā Ā ā Ā no.Ā no.Ā weĀ donātĀ haveĀ toĀ hurtĀ anyone.Ā theyāreĀ innocent.Ā Ā ā Ā Ā