@suicidefrantic continued from [X]
How many night’s had it been now? Never before could he remember sleep being this hard to come to him. Sure, there were those old dreams that would sometimes play through his mind, guilt rushing through his dreams since it was so suppressed while awake. He wasn’t a good person and he wasn’t about to even try to convince himself that he was but that knowledge still wasn’t enough to make the pounding in his head vanish, to make the pain just fuck off into the void of the night and allow him to actually get some sleep. Sighing, he’d flicked on the bathroom light and stared at the tired reflection in the mirror, bed hair sticking up in all angles, heavy bags evident under his eyes, his face looking rather sickly compared to normal. What the heck was going on and how did he make it just stop? Maybe he’d ask Mori in the morning. Stripping down, he jumped into the shower, hoping that cleaning, again, may just help for his brain to kick into the fact that it was time to get some sleep. He’d fallen asleep at his desk more than once this week and the taste of coffee could not be improved no matter how much sugar he poured into a mug. He wasn’t usually like this and the fact that he was having such a mundane and annoying issue was pissing him off more than anything else. How did you stop this crap from affecting you? He’d walked into his room and pulled on a fresh pair of sweatpants when a spot of blood dripped onto his hand, eyes widening as a rather well known pain started to rip it’s way across the length of his body. Gasping in surprise, he stumbled into the bathroom, watching in horror at the red marking slowly appearing along the side of his face. Was this actually happening? It’d only went out of control like this once before and that - Wait how did he remember -
Time to worry about that later. The pain was becoming rather unbearable and his mind was screaming at him to give up the internal struggle of holding this side of his ability back, teeth clenched as he all but stumbled around the inside of his own apartment, trying to remember where the fuck he’d put his phone, eventually falling to his hands and knees as blood spilled from his lips, a scream of agony escaping from the back of his throat, the marks now slowly travelling along the length of his arms. Unable to locate the stupid phone he did the next best thing, screaming out his ex-partners name, a vibration near the sink hopefully meaning that the call had connected as darkness finally took over his mind.
Though the mind may have embraced the darkness, the body was still moving, lips softly whispering the incantation that would set his true power free, another loud scream splitting through the air as gravity concentrated around where he stood - a loud explosion soon being heard from around the centre of the city, car alarms and screams filling the silence of the very early morning sky as a figure floated just above the ruins where there’d once stood an apartment complex - nothing but rubble beneath his feet as a laugh broke from bloodied lips, another ball of energy appearing in his hands before he froze. There was something he had to do - somewhere he had to go. He’d aching form twisted to one side, all energy focused into getting over to the other side of the city as quickly as possible, even if he didn’t fully understand the reasoning as to why.













