10-20-2013, 07:55 PM
"And here you are saying you don't think you're going to win because you're not a married Sunday School teacher?" She really thought it was that simple.
"If I go with the republicans I'm not even getting my foot in the door--and with Dawson at their head they're almost as suicidal as they were when I was born. Democrats?"
He barked a humorless laugh. "I won't get their nomination--I'm not begging Brandon to take over. So what does that leave?"
He pretended to ponder the question. "It doesn't leave me very many good options, that's what. Third parties don't win in America."
She threw her hands up, "Well then it looks like his job is done then! She practically stabbed him in the chest with her finger. "I might as well toss you back to the wolves!" That was an empty threat if he'd ever heard one.
Still, if she was trying to bait him she was doing a damn good job. "You think it's because I'm scared of Brandon?"
She scoffed. "You should be scared of him." She had that 'about to punch someone' look on her face again.
"You don't even know what he--"
he started over. "I'm not backing down because the asshole's got me scared. I haven't even backed down for Christ's sake!"
He realized he was getting a little too heated. "All I'm trying to do is point out that I've got an uphill battle ahead of me. And it's a goddamn steep hill."
She frowned, ignoring the rest of his excuses. "What he--what?"
Crap. I was hoping she wouldn't pick up on that.
Fact was, he wasn't about to tell her he could use magic. But if I could show her...
Honestly, with the boat they were in keeping that a secret was probably not the best idea. He just needed to find the right time.
"Look, it's nothing. Just the usual--he's a dangerous psychopath."
Reed visibly exhaled, perhaps disappointed that he hadn't given a better excuse. She stalked away to sit on the edge of the bed once more, the only other place to sit in sight. Besides the old spring loaded mattress, there were two more cots crammed in the room. The bed looked relatively untouched.
She crossed her arms. "Dangerous, yes. Psychopath, maybe." She scoffed like she could attest to that fact more than most. "The only reason the CIA wants you alive is because he wants you gone. So there must be a reason. But clearly even you don't know what it is." She glanced at the reflection of herself in the mirror. She looked sharply away as though displeased with what she saw. "I guess I was wanting to hear there was a light at the end of this hellish tunnel."
He sighed, and crossed the room. <strong>This better work...</strong>
The focusing part wasn't as hard as it was the first time. Reach for the light at the edges of your vision... woah.
If he figured out how to do that on a whim he could quit drinking. Once he had a finger nail's grip on it, the rest was simple.
He could see everything perfectly. For the first time that night he noticed that he had left his glasses in the car. Every thread on the flea-ridden mattress, every hair on Reed's head. He had control--now he just had to prove it.
The yellow wires... they seemed the most harmless--almost like air. With a thought, they coiled around her wrist and he pulled her to him. "That count for your light at the end of the hellish tunnel?"
To be honest, he was more than a little surprised it even worked.
Edited by Nick Trano, Oct 20 2013, 08:24 PM.
"If I go with the republicans I'm not even getting my foot in the door--and with Dawson at their head they're almost as suicidal as they were when I was born. Democrats?"
He barked a humorless laugh. "I won't get their nomination--I'm not begging Brandon to take over. So what does that leave?"
He pretended to ponder the question. "It doesn't leave me very many good options, that's what. Third parties don't win in America."
She threw her hands up, "Well then it looks like his job is done then! She practically stabbed him in the chest with her finger. "I might as well toss you back to the wolves!" That was an empty threat if he'd ever heard one.
Still, if she was trying to bait him she was doing a damn good job. "You think it's because I'm scared of Brandon?"
She scoffed. "You should be scared of him." She had that 'about to punch someone' look on her face again.
"You don't even know what he--"
he started over. "I'm not backing down because the asshole's got me scared. I haven't even backed down for Christ's sake!"
He realized he was getting a little too heated. "All I'm trying to do is point out that I've got an uphill battle ahead of me. And it's a goddamn steep hill."
She frowned, ignoring the rest of his excuses. "What he--what?"
Crap. I was hoping she wouldn't pick up on that.
Fact was, he wasn't about to tell her he could use magic. But if I could show her...
Honestly, with the boat they were in keeping that a secret was probably not the best idea. He just needed to find the right time.
"Look, it's nothing. Just the usual--he's a dangerous psychopath."
Reed visibly exhaled, perhaps disappointed that he hadn't given a better excuse. She stalked away to sit on the edge of the bed once more, the only other place to sit in sight. Besides the old spring loaded mattress, there were two more cots crammed in the room. The bed looked relatively untouched.
She crossed her arms. "Dangerous, yes. Psychopath, maybe." She scoffed like she could attest to that fact more than most. "The only reason the CIA wants you alive is because he wants you gone. So there must be a reason. But clearly even you don't know what it is." She glanced at the reflection of herself in the mirror. She looked sharply away as though displeased with what she saw. "I guess I was wanting to hear there was a light at the end of this hellish tunnel."
He sighed, and crossed the room. <strong>This better work...</strong>
The focusing part wasn't as hard as it was the first time. Reach for the light at the edges of your vision... woah.
If he figured out how to do that on a whim he could quit drinking. Once he had a finger nail's grip on it, the rest was simple.
He could see everything perfectly. For the first time that night he noticed that he had left his glasses in the car. Every thread on the flea-ridden mattress, every hair on Reed's head. He had control--now he just had to prove it.
The yellow wires... they seemed the most harmless--almost like air. With a thought, they coiled around her wrist and he pulled her to him. "That count for your light at the end of the hellish tunnel?"
To be honest, he was more than a little surprised it even worked.
Edited by Nick Trano, Oct 20 2013, 08:24 PM.