Lost Time

[Nox]

Nox sat unchained to his bed, the guards still were away. Detained, or hungry either way Nox didn't care. The power had melted the cuffs unusable so even if they tried to put him back in those cuffs they couldn't.

Nox was ravenous as his nurse pulled a train in front of him eyeing him warily. Nox grinned at her and held a finger to his lips and pursed them. "Shhh. I won't tell if you don't."


She rolled her eyes at him. She was probably used to flirting patients. Better than mean ones Nox thought to himself.

The food was horrid, but he ate it anyway. His stomach rumbled even as it rolled as the smell and taste were enhanced by the power. But Nox wasn't going to let go of it. He didn't draw on it, but he wasn't about to be without a weapon. It was bad enough he wore a flimsy gown made of paper and plastic. He wondered where his clothes were and his gun. He didn't want to have so git firing it and committing a real crime with his weapon.

But the nurse didn't return when a pair of men dressed in well fit black suits came into his room. "Mr. Nox Durante?"

Nox nodded and added a playful grin despite the fear that was coursing through his body. The Atharim were back - this time they were going to kill him in front of everyone - no mistakes. Nox threw a shield of air around him, it would do little good against a bullet but he wanted the safety of his power around him. "Who's asking?"


The bigger man of the two - they were both rather big, their biceps both bulging through their suits. Nox suppressed the underlying desire to see the arm bare. Fuck! The man had said something and Nox could only look at him with a blank stare, his thoughts had wandered. He said again. "We are here because you registered."

Nox laughed. "I've done a lot of things lately."


There was no laughter from either man. The other man's voice was gruff as he added. "We want to move you to a facility better capable of protecting you, Mr. Durante."

"From the Atharim or from myself?"
Nox didn't care which as long as the Atharim couldn't get him. But if he went someplace safe, Dorian and Cruz would be in danger. Shit!

"Doesn't matter. Mr. Durante. You are coming with us."

The man must have seen or known he'd protect himself, he hadn't even moved towards him. He moved immediately to the IV hanging from the side of the bed and injected something. "Oh not again..."
Nox drifted into oblivion again - for the third time in 24 hours.