Angel ♡ Eyes

♡Chapter 9

She rocked back and fourth on the floor. Her head banging against the wall. It hurt. It all hurt. Pain was the only thing she could register. She'd done so well in keeping it at bay. But now that she was alone, she allowed herself to get the episode over with. Glad that the others opted to go for dinner. Well, glad that she was able to shove 'em all away and not have anyone try to barge back into the room. Or even drag her to go with them.

The second they left the room—and Buttercup heard the sound of their footsteps three stories down—she sat down and plugged into her computer. Man was she glad she'd taken her bag before jumping out the plane. Almost immediately after the cord was hooked into her neck, her eye began to burn. She couldn't even type anything into the computer because the pain was too much.

This time around, it wasn't just her eye and brain. Her hand had been effected as well. The gears seemed to of tightened at her joints. The veins in her forearm had turned black, visable from the human eye. They bubbled up against the skin, looking like scars.

'That's new.'

She'd caught a sight of herself in the mirror. The same black that crawled up arm, also wrapped around her collarbone, choked around her neck, before finishing being painted on her cheek all the way to her eye.

Then she short-circuited and was on the ground.

She'd just wait it out. She could handle it. She didn't know how long it had been since she let it take over. It seemed longer than any other. They just kept getting worse and worse. If it was just her hand she'd of grabbed her toolkit and loosened the bolts. Tinkered with the gears. But she couldn't even focus.

She was picking up the buzz of a fly in the far corner of the room. Her eye was singling in on an ant crawling up the wall, before dashing to the door handle that turned.

'No. No. No. No.' She closed her eyes tightly, but that sent a sharp pain into her brain and she quickly opened them.

In walked Butch, jacket collar flicked up. He had yet to of noticed the girl on the floor. "Forgot my wallet. Can't pay for dinner if I don't have the card. I'd have to steal another one. Too much trouble. You sure you didn't wanna come?"

Buttercup opened her mouth to try and tell him to leave. However, she could feel the burning of the black against her throat. She couldn't speak. It hurt. She wanted to just pass out. But she couldn't.

"B-Fly?" Butch looked up from the table where his wallet was before his eyes widened. "Holy shit! What the fuck happened?!"

In an instant he was on the floor right beside her. Buttercup shook her head. She tried to wave him away, tell him to go in sign language.

"Like hell I'm leaving. You look like shit." His hands twitched, trying to figure out what to do. "Ah, crap. God. Shit." He ran a hand through his hair. "What do I do?"

"L—" her voice broke off. She sucked in a breath. Something was wrong with her stomach. Her hand reached to her shirt and she pulled up to reveal the same black markings. However, as soon as they appeared they retreated back up her skin. Buttercup sighed. her head resting on the wall.

Her moment of relief was soon over and done with as her eye zoomed in on a bead of sweat on Butch's forehead. She gave a lopsided smirk. "Don't be scared." Her voice was hoarse and came out choked.

"You do not get to make jokes!" He was panicking. "Ah- fuck... this is why you ushered us to leave so fast, huh?" Butch ripped off his leather jacket and tossed it to the side. It was getting real hot panicking.

"I'm fine." She winced. "Five more minutes and I can make a reboot on my own."

"Reboot? Does that help? Can I do anything?"