Kiss of Fate

Dizzy

Grian’s POV:

Everything was blurry, like my mind was wrapped in a fog I couldn’t push through. It felt like my body was made of lead, too heavy to move, and I had no idea how long I had been like this. Time was a strange thing when you were stuck in a haze.

I vaguely remembered hearing footsteps—Cub, I think. His presence felt cold, calculating. He came in, and everything started to feel more real. More dangerous. I heard the sound of Scar’s body hitting the ground, then the familiar sound of chains clinking.

Why?

I couldn’t make sense of anything. I struggled against my own chains, feeling the burn in my arms as I tried to pull free, but my body wouldn’t listen. Everything felt weak. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had any real energy. It didn’t matter, though. Nothing seemed to make sense.

I closed my eyes, hoping for a moment of rest, a sliver of respite to conserve energy, but it didn’t last long.

When I opened them again, Scar was there, still dressed in his villainous getup. But something about him was different. He looked… confused. His eyes—his eyes—they were glowing, one a piercing blue, the other an odd, faint orange. I blinked, trying to understand what I was seeing.

The way his eyes glowed wasn’t like the usual trickles of power I’d seen. This felt... wrong. Disjointed. His right eye flickered with a harsh blue, like something inside him was fighting to escape, while the left side seemed almost warmer, a dull, warning shade of orange.

I didn’t understand it. What had happened to him? What had Cub done?

My chest tightened as my mind raced. I wanted to speak, to call out, but my voice felt heavy, trapped behind a wall of exhaustion and confusion. Scar wasn’t the same. He looked so lost, so disoriented, like he didn’t even know where he was or why he was there. And yet… even with all the confusion, there was still something in his eyes that made my stomach twist. A flicker of recognition. A flicker of something more.

But I didn’t understand.

And as much as I wanted to yell at him, ask him what the hell was going on, something else kept me quiet. I wasn’t sure if it was fear, or the overwhelming sense that I was trapped in something I couldn’t escape. The anger I felt before… it was there, buried underneath everything. But now? I just felt like a shell of myself, sitting in a cage, waiting for something to change.

“Scar?” I managed to croak, my throat dry and tight. “What… what happened to you?”

I wasn’t sure if he heard me, if he could even understand what I was asking. But the silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, making the confusion inside me grow even stronger. Something was horribly, terribly wrong—and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what.

Now that I really thought about it, the confusion on Scar’s face seemed… deeper. His eyes were wide, and it wasn’t just the strange, glowing colors that threw me off. It was how he looked at me—like I wasn’t me, like I wasn’t someone he trusted. His eyes flicked back and forth nervously, like he was trying to gauge the situation, trying to figure out what to do. But it wasn’t just his eyes. His body was tense, his hands pulling at the chains again, struggling like he was trying to back away from something—or someone.

He was scared.

I felt a weird pang in my chest. I couldn’t figure out if I was scared of him or if he was scared of me. It didn’t make sense. Wasn’t I supposed to be angry at him? Wasn’t I supposed to hate him for what he’d done—whatever it was?

But there he was, struggling, confused, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t the one I needed to fear.

His eyes flicked over to me again, but it seemed like he couldn’t quite focus, like something was blocking him from really seeing me. I noticed the visors, the ones Cub had taken from him earlier. They were gone, which only made the weirdness in his eyes more… wrong. He was playing with the chains again, pulling against them as if trying to escape or get away from something. He didn’t know what was going on, not really.