The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 77

Asher's POV

"You're what!?" I shout.
"What do you think?" Weller raises an eyebrow.
"Denying yourself blood in the last month so your vampire nature takes over on the deadline, are you fucking insane?" I grab him by the collar.
"Oh but I think I may not go to the afterlife that way, I'll be dead physically and my conscious will be gone." he chuckles. "Rose won't have to deal with me and bring a little extra obstacle, now doesn't it?"

Just as I'm about to slap him, a red string holds my wrist firmly mid air. I don't stand a chance against this power of his...yet I wanna fucking beat him until he gets some sense in his head. What. Is. He. Thinking. I completely forgot that he doesn't think as that of a regular person does, he simply does what he wants.

Because even if his wife can bring out one of the best sides of him, he's still self aware of what he feels like doing. I glare at him, feeling the walls crack under the pressure but I don't care if this entire town gets ruined. Harry will not die on the deadline just because of Weller's plans. If Harry is lost then I'm sure for a fact Liza will be crushed out of losing the only person who loves her that dearly and the person she trusts the most. I can't let it happen, not for this dumbass reason.

"How pathetic, already willing to be a noble hero ready to give yourself up for your found family, hm?" he smirks. "Go on, might aswell ruin the town in exchange for me not following through with my plans."

I freeze, he says it so teasingly yet it's clear this is an actual choice I have to make. Now I can't let anger blind me...yet I still care for them. God fucking damnit, I'm capable of ruining a country in a less than a day if I wanted to coming out unscathed, enough to make an earthquake around the entire world but I just hate hurting people.

"Hate hurting people...how interesting, your interrogations says otherwise." he states. "Torture without remorse until they give you what you want, tortured so they end up with trauma and permanent disabilities for the rest of their lives, torture until death, false hope of coming out alive sometimes even yet you despise hurting others."

'I kick him again, breaking his ribcage. Stubbornness again, playing the loyal hero in a world of criminality and having to pay for your betrayal in the worst way possible. I throw him up in the air and kick him just as he's about to fall. He hits the wall as there's a trail of blood but not enough to make him unconscious.

He coughs violently and I lean against the wall before he starts begging for me to spare him from death. I crouch down infront of him on one knee, my forearm resting on my knee and keeping eye level with him.'

"Harry is no different from those you interrogate, he's an arsonist after all." Weller continues. "Yet you have difficulty choosing between him or ruining an entire innocent town. If this was say...a movie or book, you'll be slandered either way for no matter the choice you make, no pressure now, Asher." he chuckles.

...

What's going on? This moral dilemma is eating away at me already, every word I hear is starting to feel distorted and hypnotizing while I still somehow understand everything. It's difficult to even talk, all I see infront of me is memories of that fire. The same one I chose to assist in, even as secret...

My hand holds my forehead as I feel a loss of control. I have to pick but both ways would be detrimental...is there no middle ground? A distant chuckle causes my head to fog up more, as only a few phrases are starting to take over my head.

'Pick one...he's an arsonist...innocent town...care...'

No wait.

"Don't fucking manipulate me." I state coldly, trying to regain control of my subconscious.
"Well how impressive, you broke out, even my own mother couldn't break out like that." Weller says amusedly.
"I know your techniques fully well, moral dilemmas, guilt of one own's actions, you know that by bringing this into discussion, an inner toxic voice of self doubt comes into play and it causes desperation that you can use to rewire brains." I accidentally cause furniture to be destroyed through the air pressure.

"Well, you missed one thing." he smirks. "Greed and selfishness, because that's part of all our natures, you're scared of the guilt of destroying a town just for Harry yet scared of the guilt of choosing the town's life in exchange for me keeping my plans which could cause major destruction, that fear of guilt is what makes you stuck in a moral dilemma but it's not a bad thing now is it? Nor a good thing, only your moral compass can cause that guilt."

"You know how hypocritical you are yet just don't care." I glare down at him.
"Why should I care when I don't label things as bad, good or whatever shit?" he chuckles. "I just don't care, my emotions might aswell be behind this even if I talk shit about emotions, after all, belief and emotions are tied together."
"Fucking hell...then I'll just pick whatever slips out my mouth." I mutter.

Weller raises an eyebrow.

"..."

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Oh yeah, manipulative Weller is mentally destructive