Dormant

15

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If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because
Everything I touch isn't dark enough,
If this problem lies in me,
I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me,
A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

-Imagine Dragons, Monster

15

"Strife, we're going to have a baby!"

He sat up straight in bed, eyes wide and his pistol in his hand, safety already clicked off as the gun pointed directly at the window that he was facing across the room. Adrenalin raced through his body and he recovered slowly, noticing with wide eyes how badly that Redemption was shaking in his hand.

The voice that haunted his dreams and used to be his life echoed through his head. How was he supposed to shoot something if one little voice bothered him that much? What if there was something in his room that was dangerous? Unsettled, he chucked Redemption to join his other pistol before burying his face into his hands.

"Damn it..." he cursed underneath his breath. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" His voice grew every time that he cursed, but he could care less about who heard him or what they thought. "Damn all of this shit!" Ripping the pillow out from behind him, he threw it as hard as he could blindly. It hit the window with a unsatisfactory noise. "Just damn it all..."

Her name had been Turbulence. His mate. She had been so beautiful, his equal in everything that he had ever done. He closed his eyes and he could practically see her once more; beautiful green eyes stared into his yellow ones, a smile across her lips as she gave him a brief peck on the cheek, denying him what he truly wanted. Her blonde hair had been pulled back, giving him the perfect view of her gorgeous face. And he couldn't have her anymore. Not after everything that had happened. Not any longer. What would she think, anyways, if she was still here? Would she chide him for what he had become? Or would she wrap him up in her arms, placing his head on her chest and whispering soft things in her head to calm him? With her, he had never known what she would do in a certain situation and he had absolutely adored it.

And he had to kill her.

His hands tightened their grip on his head, pulling dangerously hard at his dark hair and threatening to yank them free. He yanked his grip away, settling his balled fists down on the covers of the bed and forcing his weight on his hands. It wasn't long before a red liquid began to seep through his fingers and he gritted his teeth to welcome the pain that was beginning to grow in his palms as his nails sank into his skin. He had to kill her. Kill them. Squeezing his eyes shut, he breathed a sigh through his nose as the memory flashed through his head, the pistol he had used painfully obvious from where it sat on the dresser next to his bed.
There had been a reason why he had used Mercy specifically for the... job. It hadn't been for her.

They hadn't done anything that night. When he had gotten home, he had just simply wrapped her up in his arms before lying down in bed, tucking her head into his collarbone and burying his face into her soft hair. She had told him then, when he had been so comfortable that he might have forgotten what he actually had to do if she hadn't said anything. But she did. Turbulence had whispered it softly into his ear, her little hands clutching his broad shoulders in excitement.

"Strife, we're going to have a baby!" she whispered, wrapping her arms about his neck and pulling him into her more with a wide smile. "Babe, we're going to be parents!"