Hyacinth || dreamwastaken

13

"What do you mean they give people powers?" I huff and cross my arms. I don't believe them. Powers don't exist. Magic doesn't exist.

"The fire you see? That's Nick's power. Him just disappearing? Another power he inherited. Ranboo, you gave him the power to teleport. Hyacinth, I had to spend days trying to wrap Ranboo's head around what was happening to him. It frightened him. Made him fear himself more than he already does. I wasn't just healing him from the loss of his friend. I was healing him from the hell you gave him." Clay groans. I can tell right away he doesn't want me knowing all of this. But he feels backed into a corner. If he doesn't I'll flee and tell the citizens of our commune what nonsense he's told me.

"Then what did I get? What did Tommy get? Because I sure as hell didn't get anything." I comment, still not believing any word he's told me.

"Honestly, I don't know. It's better not knowing. When you know you have to learn how to control it. Ranboo can't figure that out. And we have to do everything in our power to hide these from the government." Clay's eyes beg for me to stop asking questions. But I need to ask. I need to know it all. If you want me to be a part of this. Tell me it all.

"Nick doesn't hide it." I snark back.

"You're right. He doesn't. But he knows the cameras better than anyone. He knows when he's putting on a show and he knows how to cover things. He's smarter than you know." Clay sighs. "And he's stealing George away."

"Stealing George away?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it. It's life. Just I know who their soulmates are and..." Clay shakes his head. "Can we please not talk about this...? Please?" I see a sting of tears form in Clay's eyes and I hold back my want to push more.

"That's your power." I reach forward and place my hand against Clay.

"To know all. To know all besides the knowledge of my soulmate." Clay looks away. "Everyone's thoughts. Feelings. Emotions. Just everything are constantly clouding my mind."

"That's why you're quiet."

"Can't get my own thoughts in line. It's why I hang out with the same people. Hang out in the same places. Do the same things. Less room to get overwhelmed." I want to hold Clay in my arms and let him know that it's okay to not be okay. But he... he isn't one to listen, to accept affection.

I honestly can't imagine what it must be like for him. I understand why he's so grumpy and a big ass. But just because he's suffering doesn't mean we all have to. That isn't fair to us.

"Is that why you're such an asshole to me? I overwhelm you?" I jab a joke at him. I want to change the tone of this conversation.

"No. You're just annoying. Your voice makes my ears bleed." He jokes. A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry yours makes mine bleed too." I smirk.

***

"What do you mean you plan on breaking out of here?" I question after a few hours spent with Callahan and Clay.

"We." Clay corrects me for the hundredth time during this conversation.

"Clay, I never agreed to any of this. Just because you want me to doesn't mean I have to. Those are two different ideas. Like I don't know what you expect from me. I don't want to lose my life for a decision you made." I shake my head at the two men.

"Hya, do you really want to spend your life controlled? We're all leaving. We're all going. Nick. George. Me. Ranboo. Tommy. Will. Everyone is leaving. This is a group effort.  If you want to stay just know you'll crash and burn with the government." Clay looks at me seriously.