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29 Chimera Court, Saturday Evening
Sep. 22nd, 2007 05:21 pmWade couldn't bring himself to look in a mirror after running fleeing calmly exiting the diner. It was just too much right now.
He could see enough changes taking place without a mirror.
Shirt off, only in a pair of boxers, Wade watched as the patches of normal skin slowly started to disappear. He wanted to tear into the skin, make it come back perfect like it had been. Like he always wanted it to be.
Slowly... silently... he walked to the bathroom, to where the mirror was.
"No." It was his face looking back at him. His old face. "NO!"
He punched the mirror, shattering glass. But it wasn't enough. He kept hitting it until there was nothing left on the wall but smears of blood from when he sliced open his fist.
"Nonononononononononono-" It was like a mantra, repeated over and over as if it could change the facts of the situation. If he didn't believe it, it wouldn't be true. Wade fell back, rest against the wall and knees drawn up close as he looked over at the broken pieces of the mirror on the floor near him.
"No," He sobbed, covering his face-- (Not mine, never mine) --choking back a scream of helpless rage. How could this happen again? How could it be taken from him?
He just wanted to be normal. Just once.
[[ooc: Mostly establishy, but open should the husband or spy be around]]
He could see enough changes taking place without a mirror.
Shirt off, only in a pair of boxers, Wade watched as the patches of normal skin slowly started to disappear. He wanted to tear into the skin, make it come back perfect like it had been. Like he always wanted it to be.
Slowly... silently... he walked to the bathroom, to where the mirror was.
"No." It was his face looking back at him. His old face. "NO!"
He punched the mirror, shattering glass. But it wasn't enough. He kept hitting it until there was nothing left on the wall but smears of blood from when he sliced open his fist.
"Nonononononononononono-" It was like a mantra, repeated over and over as if it could change the facts of the situation. If he didn't believe it, it wouldn't be true. Wade fell back, rest against the wall and knees drawn up close as he looked over at the broken pieces of the mirror on the floor near him.
"No," He sobbed, covering his face-- (Not mine, never mine) --choking back a scream of helpless rage. How could this happen again? How could it be taken from him?
He just wanted to be normal. Just once.
[[ooc: Mostly establishy, but open should the husband or spy be around]]
