𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊

42. 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶

ESZTER LEAPED OUT OF THE DARKNESS AND INTO THE LIGHT. The enhanced inhaled deeply as she soaked in the feeling that enflamed through her body, granting Eszter this overwhelming feeling. Eszter didn't know where she landed, but it was safe and away from Beck and his goons. The enhanced glanced around, noting that the building she was in was an empty hotel room, luxurious and expensive.

The room was ridiculously huge for it being a simple hotel room, but by the looks of it, Eszter assumes it was the presidential suite, a common room the Stark's often booked for trips and whatnot. Eszter's brows furrowed softly as she scanned her eyes across the room, then they slip down to her hands; slowly, Eszter conjured the energy as she gazed at it longingly, the enhanced watches in awe at the power at her fingertips.

Power.

That's what she felt, but stronger and more divine. Eszter felt different. She had always felt that difference, but never did she explore what because of fear, but here she was, using that to her advantage. Eszter had to become something she claimed wasn't her, and even from her constant denial, the enhanced wasn't exactly sure how she should feel. She didn't know if she should feel excited about it or freak out. Eszter was at a loss for words.

"It's cool, huh?" Wesley's voice cracks into the silence, forcing Eszter out of her thoughts as she loses the energy orb in her hands. Wesley was lounging on the couch with the hotel robe laying over his shoulders, spread out on the couch, holding the snacks circling the boy. "The power. It's scary at first, but once you get the hang of it--" Wesley presses his fingers to his lips, kissing it. "--it's magical. Ha, get it? Magical."

Eszter looks at Wesley weirdly, but her brows crinkle a bit with confusion. "What is this place?"

"My sweet hotel suite," Wesley grins slyly.

"Yeah, no, I see that. I meant what is it, like, why are we here."

"Needed a nice place for the greatest witch of all time. Mi casa es tu casa. Whatever you need--" Wesley twirls his hand, creating misty dark energy. "--will be my command."

Eszter turns around and stares at Wesley with an odd look in her eyes, noting the magic glistening around his hands before they disappeared. She shuffles on her feet to face Wesley, glancing at the boy as Eszter tried to understand the situation better.

Something weird was up with Wesley, but Eszter couldn't determine that based on his powers--which were remotely similar to hers--nor could she judge Wesley from his personality. Her curiosity was too strong to ignore them, and Eszter didn't want to leave without having her questions answered. Realizing someone else possessed similar powers to Eszter and not be known, that's what baffles her. Wesley couldn't possibly be a part of the experiment in Sokovia; although Eszter wasn't entirely positive about it, she was certain as he spoke with an American accent.

Then there's the wonderment of discovering who Eszter is and what exactly is she supposed to be--the one she uncovered and allowed free. It was Wesley who talked Eszter into releasing the darkness that she buried inside. Now it will be Wesly who will explain everything. Whatever Eszter is, she wants--no, needs to know.

"So . . . wanna tell me how you found me and why you couldn't just set me free if you had your own powers."

Wesley pops a couple of M&M's into his mouth. "Oh, it was pretty easy, actually. I felt this--this strong power, well, I felt two, but I guess since we're connected because I felt yours," Wesley chuckles. "Anway, I got here as fast as I could, saw you and the way your powers presented. I just knew you were the one."