Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

You Think You Know Me....

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(Noah's P.O.V)

The last of the anti-toxin slowly flows through my veins. With my body temperature slowly creeping back to normal, I brush my hair back away from my face, refusing to let what just happened brake me. Being submerged under near freezing ice cold water, I was on the brink of death. And for a moment, I allowed myself to fade away after remembering everything these past 5 years. I wanted escape, I wanted out of this lie that I thought I was living.

Now, I see clearly. To think that my own father, someone who wanted to be united with his daughter, would put his own flesh and blood through something that torturous was the final wake up call I needed. Suddenly, I see it clearly, it was all too clear.

Argent was no monster, he wasn't even human. He was the devil in the truest sense of the word. He was the devil in the flesh. And it took me 3 long, torturous months to see through his lies. When I put the pieces together in my head, it all made sense.

The day I buried my 3rd unborn baby was the day I might as well have buried my own heart and emotions. Something as simple and innocent as grieving lost ones was the opportunity Argent needed to get me right where he wanted me. With a bullet wound straight through the back of my head, and subconsciously realizing that the serum was now flowing through my veins, challenging my sanity, I made a promise, right then and there, to do my absolute worst the moment I have Argent in my grasp.

I was going to make him wish he killed me when he had the chance. I want him to know what its like to lose everything. The ultimate way to show him that was by using his very own weapon against him.

Now I know what it's like to feel myself giving in to insanity, and by god I loved the feeling of it. Because it meant that it replaced all my emotions with anger, rage, intensity and drive. He may have put out that fire, but I still had a spark left in me, and when that spark intensifies, one way or another, someone's getting burnt,

But I was never one to sit complain about happened to me. I chose to go down this path, and understanding what may lie ahead. But the one certainty that remained; my father would stop at absolutely nothing to get what he wants.

I hear the door slowly open, and I didn't need to look up to know who it was. My fragile hands barely holding my head as they rest in between stands of hair, trying to get of that dulling numbness in my brain. I felt numb, physically and emotionally.

When I finally look up, I'm met with Christian's striking blue eyes, and that scar that seemed to bring back so many memories. "How long was I in that bath?", I asked, underestimating the answer I was planned to receive.

"About 6 hours. Give or take", he answered, taking me off guard. I didn't know if it was my craziness talking or that freaky serum running wild. The only rational thought I had was to keep my hands occupied in the event I felt like reaching for the glock.

"You've managed to live with this every single day. I give you full points for that. How the hell do you do it, I mean....", I admitted through a whisper, with him sitting opposite me. With the serum now flowing through my veins, I can understand how easy it was to switch personalities with the drop of a hat.

"Does it get better?", I asked. He smiles sympathetically. That was all the answer I needed to know that it was no picnic.

"Some days are fine, you're constantly hoping you don't turn green. Other days? You feel like a puppet on a string. It's not pretty", he admits. "It's only a matter of time before Austin's finds a cure. He's close".