MINE.

Chapter 13: Childish Rage

-Kingston-

Dion slowly lowers himself beneath the water. His long dark hair floats all around him like oil spill eerily taking over the bath water. I take a step forward after he's been down an uncomfortable amount of time. Before I can reach him he slowly begins to rise.

His face can barely be seen behind the curtains of his long curly hair.

"Are you ok?" I ask as the temperature of the room chills.

His hair parts to expose his face and I know it isn't him. His usually luminous violet eyes look black and inky, endless, and cold.

His beautiful face contorts to a mask of rage.

His gaze bores into me as he releases a feral snarl. He wades through the water slowly and I start to back up towards the door.

He steps up on the ledge and takes hold of a glass bottle of bathing oil.

"Dion-

My words are cut short as he slams the bottle against the tubs ledge shattering it into shards.

He snatches up the biggest shard before steeping down off the ledge.

"Dion, calm down." I say as I edge towards the door.

He snarls as he leaps forward swiping wildly with the shard. I dodge him before fleeing out of the bathroom with him on my heels.

He screeches madly as he chases me around the bedroom trying to stab me. I jump over the bed as he crawls across it. I know when I'm beaten, I dart towards the door, rush out and pull it closed behind me.

Dion starts fighting the door. I can't see him but I'm pretty sure he's throwing himself against it.

"Dion Stop! You'll hurt yourself!." I yell at him but he's screaming so loud I doubt he can hear me as he once again bangs his body against the door.

"What's happening?!" I hear behind me. I look to see a frightened Deanna standing at the end of the hall.

"Go get Dr. Jashi. Tell him Dion is hurting himself." I say briskly before turning back to the door.

*THUD*
The entire door whines as Dion's body hits it again.

"Dion!" I yell and suddenly everything goes quiet.

"Dion?" I call again to no reply.

Afraid he hit his head against the door I quickly open it to an empty room. I race to check the terrace before darting to the bathroom.

Dion is on the bathroom floor crying with a small puddle of blood in front of him.

"Dion?" I call and he lifts his weepy gaze to meet mine.

"Kinn!" He cries loudly throwing his arms up as he did when he was small.

I rush to him, pulling him into my arms.

"What is it baby? Did you hurt yourself?"

He pulls back to look down at his wounded hand.

"Does it hurt?" I ask and he nods. I lift his hand to my lips and kiss it gently. He sniffs as he reach to take hold of my wrist to inspect my hand.

"Kinn hurt too."

I show him my hands and his chin trembles as more tears fall.

"Who hurt Kinn?" He asks sadly.

I wipe at his tears, " I hurt me." I admit and he glares at me.

"Kinn bad." He pouts.

"But Dion is perfect." I say and he smiles sweetly. Apart from being fully grown I recognize the innocence he had as a child.