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It's even more dull now. [The corners of her lips tugged into a small smirk, as she took a few steps closer to him until they were only mare inches apart; her hand pulling out a gun with wolfsbane-laced bullets from inside her jacket, poking his stomach slightly throughthe thick material.] No, that's not my dick. 

I like your attitude kid but is this dull? [He flashes his red eyes at her.]

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I know, Jackson. I've been kept here like a fucking prisoner, my dad wants to put me in a loony bin - I have a bunch of tests everyday, I'm under fucking suicide watch. I know there's something wrong. Apparently I'm fucking insane. Rub it in my face. 

c:jackson

For something like that? Yeah because obviously something is fucking wrong. We won’t talk about it then, whatever helps. I mean, are you at least getting help for whatever is up with you?

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So, you are  6. Gotcha. [She offered her a cocky smile and a small wink, before kneeling down to the level of the lock on the door.and pulling a small pocket knife from her pocket. Placing the edge of the knife into the little hole in the handle, in order to push the mechanism of the handle towards the door, she cracked it open.] There you go. You owe me a castle.

Does anyone know how to pick a lock?

Well yeah, since it’s what actually happened.

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The only fun I'll have would be when I pull out your eyeballs and put them on my christmas tree as ornaments. Hit the road, blondie. You're dull as hell.

But that would take away half the fun.

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She hated the closeness, the warmth, the way his strong arms tightened around her frame protectively, pulling her into his embrace. She cursed it. She cursed this whole situation under her breath, nearly cutting her mouth to tiny pieces. She's never been a fan of physical contact -- not even the simpler one like hugging, barely touching. She despised how fragile she appeared, how small and vulnerable. But she couldn't help it. His frame towered over her, making her feel secure, and calm -- and in no way did she deserve this. She closed her eyes extremely tightly, as his words eased through her senses, "I didn't mean to." She managed a whisper, "I can't do this."

Superhuman | Athea & James

For the first time in a really long time he was scared. He had no idea what to do. He wished he could take her pain away but he couldn’t. He couldn’t help her. When she let go of his hand, he inhaled sharply and let out a heavy sigh. A silence fell between them as he quietly watched her calm down.  His arms were hanging loosely at his sides when she leaned forward; he was not exactly the hugging type. “I ain’t lying.” His voice came out lower than intended. He was hesitant at first but then he wrapped his arms around her delicate frame; his heart rate finally slowing down as he made sure everything was alright again. She was okay. “You scared the hell out of me.” 

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And you expect me to buy that? What are you? 6?

Does anyone know how to pick a lock?

I locked myself out.

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Swallowing hard against the ball of nerves that has formed at the base of her throat. she tried to ignore the sense of dread that has made itself at home in the pit of her stomach. She inhaled an uneven breath and narrowed her eyes down to the floor; her delicate fingers slowly and reluctantly unwrapping from around his. It took every bit of strength within herself to listen to his words and actually let him in - to sooth her, to guide her, to manage her. Listening to his own heartbeat, she tried to mimic his breathing; her frame leaning into his slowly, her head resting upon his shoulder. She couldn't find the words to thank him, or to even ask him a simple question  , that being what he was even doing here. Fluttering her lids shut, she mumbled into the thick material of his shirt, "You better not be lying."

Superhuman | Athea & James

Her frame was still trembling; he tried to speak a word, his words got stuck in his throat. There was a red button next to her bed which probably was there to alert the nurses in case of an emergency. The situation was definitely one hell of an emergency but he knew that all they would do was give her more meds that wouldn’t do her any good. “Athea, calm down— I don’t want to press that fucking button. Don’t make me do it. Please.” His voice came out a breathless whisper; desperate and worried. He placed his hands on her arms firmly. “I’m here.” He swallowed hard, his throat feeling unnaturally dry. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m— I’m not leaving you.” He said slowly, repeating the same words over and over again. “I’m not leaving…”

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Once his hands tightened the grip around her trembling limbs, she cringed at his touch, his hand was warm, too warm, uncomfortably warm. It caused for goosebumps to rise on her pale skin, just not the good kind.  Her breath hitched in her throat; she felt as if she was drowning -- unable to catch her breath, her lungs filling up with water, her mind  ready to explode any second now. Every sign for a panic attack was visible, she just had no clue how she kept experiencing those -- anxiety, nervousness, nightmares, panic attacks - things she didn't experience before. Her nails continued to dig into her flesh, regardless his eyes forced her to look up at him; red eyes locking upon green. "You have to stay. Just stay." She found herself whispering, her voice slowly growing louder. "You can't leave! Please, just don't leave. You can't leave me here." 

Superhuman | Athea & James

When the sound of the heart rate monitor got louder, he nervously rubbed his forehead with his hand. He had never seen her like that before. “Hey… Calm down… Calm down, I’m here. Everything is okay.” He put his hand on hers and squeezed it. “Just try to relax. Take a deep breath.” He wanted to help her. He wanted to help her so bad but he didn’t know how. Telling her to calm down was the only thing he could do. When he finally heard her voice, he let out a sigh of relief but it didn’t last long. As she began to scratch herself, he grabbed her wrists quickly. She was stronger than he expected. “Don’t— Stop it! Athea, look at me. Just try to— Try to calm down.” He knew his grip was tighter than he intended but that was the only way he could stop her. A few minutes later, he took her hands in his, holding them firmly. “You’re here… You’re here with me. You’re safe.”

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Must there be a reason or a motive behind everything? It happened. That's that. Can we please just--..Just don't. I appreciate you coming here but just let it go. What happened happened. 

Okay wait, back the fuck up. That is the fucking point. I’m not going to act like your parent, but why the hell would you try to overdose?

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The heart rate monitor was beeping like crazy, causing for her to grow more anxious and nervous; her hands trembling uncontrollably, along with her frame. She reached out, as soon as she finally acknowledged James's presence; her shaky fingers wrapping around his hand, gripping on it tightly as if she was holding on for dear life. She couldn't focus upon his words, but she knew he was there, and he was real, which soothed her trouble thoughts at least a little bit. Swallowing hard the extremely large lump in her throat, she tried to speak up, "I'm okay, I--..." The words came out as a breathless whisper, "I'm f--..fine.." Her free hand traveled down to her frame absentmindedly, as she began to scratch herself, as if she was desperately trying to get out of her own skin, the blood rushing through her veins burning within her, leaving burnt scars that itched so badly. "Just make it stop."

Superhuman | Athea & James

James immediately opened his eyes when he heard her heavy breathing. His gaze travelled around the room after he wiped the sleep off his eyes quickly. It took a few seconds for him to figure out what was going on. He jumped off the chair and rushed to her side. She was sweating but if there was something wrong with her medical condition, the nurses would be there too. He sat down on the bed and tenderly swept her hair off her forehead. “Hey, I’m here. Athea, I’m here.” He swallowed the large lump in his throat; his breathing was rapid as well. “What’s— What’s wrong?” He tried to sound as calm as possible. James had no idea what to do. He quickly looked at the various weird machines on the other side of the bed. Everything seemed fine. It was probably just a nightmare. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He whispered, trying to calm her down; his hands on her shoulders to steady her petite frame. “It was just a bad dream.”

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"We need to keep her here--..At least for a while longer. Just in case." Athea could hear the nurse talking outside her door, and she managed to see the phone in her hand from the corner of her eye. Her father wasn't even there but he still had the last word. Nobody explained anything to her -- why she was feeling this anxious and irritated, why she had to be kept here like a prisoner, why they were not letting her have any visitors. She was clueless to her own condition yet her absent father knew every little detail. She was growing more and more impatient with every passing day spent in this hell hole. She couldn't close her eyes for a second without having a nightmare, she couldn't eat the horrible food, all she could do was escape from time to time but that wasn't as nearly satisfying as if it would be if she was truly free. 

Puffing out of her cheeks, she climbed up on her bed and tucked her cold feet underneath the blanket; both of her hands resting beneath her pillow, tired blue eyes locked on the ceiling, gazing into nothingness. She could hear distant voice, muffled sounds but soon enough she drifted into slumber. She was a fighter and she was far from ready to lose this fight. She just needed a plan. A good one. 

She knew this was another nightmare - another nightmare that made her mind spun wildly; dark images dancing before her eyes, circling around her like hungry hell hounds, causing for her sweaty palms to grip the edges of the hospital bed. She felt her heart shatter, her throat going dry -- everything seemed so painfully real, she couldn't wake up. Cold drops of sweat rolled down her features, as every inch of her frame ached in agony; her eyes shot open, falling upon the fort James had built on the chair. Her mind was still wrapped around the nightmare, completely unable to focus on her sleeping friend; her whole frame covered in cold sweat, shivering violently.

Superhuman | Athea & James

It had been a few days since the last time he visited Athea. He was wondering how she was handling the whole situation. Walking out of the library, he got into his car to drive to the hospital but on his way, he decided bring her some food. He knew how terrible hospital food could be. She didn’t like sweets, he knew that for sure. Did she like pizza? Or hamburger? While he was driving through the streets, he saw the Chinese restaurant on the corner and decided to get some Chinese food for her.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the hospital, hiding the oyster pail under his coat. Seeing the nurse at the end of the corridor, he opened his mouth to talk his way inside but the nurse didn’t seem to care, so he walked past her and headed to Athea’s room. Opening the door, he threw his arms up in the air with a big smile on his face. “Room servi— Oh…” She was asleep. Walking towards her bed quietly, he put the bag on the table next to her bed. “Damn, I’m too late.” He lowered his voice, trying not to wake her up. Checking his watch, he let out a light sigh. Should he leave and come back in the morning or stay? 

Debating with himself about whether to stay or not, he decided to wait until she woke up. He sat down on the chair next to her bed and leaned back. For half an hour, he watched her sleep and then shifted his gaze to the paintings on the walls. “Awful… Who decorated this room?” Furrowing his brows, he rubbed his eyes. It was getting late but he was determined to stay. He let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms before he cracked his neck. “Maybe I should just… rest my eyes…” He closed his eyes and thought about random things to keep himself awake but no matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t long before he fell asleep.

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Juventa feat. Kelly Sweet - Superhuman (Original Mix)

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I suggest you don't test my patience in public places, babe.

You lost your seat when you moved away from it. 18 different ways. Wow. I’d like to see you try, sweetheart.

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Considering I was here first, I don't really give a shit and a half about your food.  And don't you sweetheart me, if you don't want to get your ass whooped in 18 different ways.

Well your seat is connected to the table that has the food I ordered and is currently right under my ass. So you might have to find another seat, sweetheart.

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It's only the best nickname in the world, Gian. Don't be jealous of my mad skills.

I know but “baby blues?” Seriously?