NatePat One-Shots

His Time

Matthew struggled against the arms pulling him to the chamber, fearful of what was to come if he didn't do anything to stop them. The theorist could remember being on trial, the look that Nathan gave him, the words spoken by the judge.

"Resident minor, how to you plea? We'll need your testimony on the stand." His voice was unnaturally deep. "Solemnly swear to tell the whole truth, so help you son, now raise your right hand!"

Matthew hadn't done anything wrong to deserve this, the white walls were flashing from black to red. His heartbeat was speeding up as they got closer to the chamber, the fear numbing his mind like ice from Antarctica. As he was dragged through the halls he thought he saw a little girl, staring at him and clutching a black doll in her hand.

Farther, your honor, may I explain? My brain has claimed its glory over me!" Matthew explained desperately, clutching his heart. "I've a good heart, albeit insane..."

And as a draft wafted through the halls Matthew stopped struggling, the smell of burning flesh making him dizzy with hunger and anger. He didn't deserve this! How dare they! But he'll play their game for now, just until they get to the fun part. Nathan suddenly came to mind and Matthew smiled maliciously, the boy was so infatuated with him that it wasn't even funny. Testifying against him had been a shock.

"CONDEMN HIM TO THE INFIRMARY!" The judge ordered.

Matthew had a craving to start trouble, as much trouble as he could, to get away. He ignored his urges. He had to focus on Nathan, and at this point it was hard not to. Matthew felt so much that AntiMatter did not, but his alter found the ebony so interesting that he wanted to experiment with the theorist's body. Just for a day. For a day, he wouldn't be Matthew, he would be Matter. He must've done something during the trial, his eyes must have changed, or he smiled crookedly, whatever the case it seemed that they had reached the chamber.
The floor was lined with wires that were tightly packed to form a neat circle, Matter was thrown inside and the door was shut. There were white walls and a single glass window, showing the faces of the judge, an old scientist, and Nathan.

"Here in my kingdom, I am your lord, I order you to cower and pray..." Matter growled in Matthew's head.

Before he knew what was happening, electricity shot through his veins and the whole room was alight. The wires were sparking terribly and Matthew could feel his muscles spasming, locking onto his bones and causing a searing pain to crawl through his body. Blood poured from his mouth as his skin was slightly burnt, his eyes wide with pain and rage.
It was too much.
Not for Matthew, but for the room.
The sparks suddenly exploded and covered the room with smoke, a grotesque smell seeping from the room. Matthew lay on the floor, no longer the man he once was, and he was laughing. He picked himself up, looking at his scorched arms and the flesh underneath. It wasn't flesh. It was code, green and black, numbers and letters forming new skin and tissue. There was nothing that could be done for his injuries, his skin was still burnt, but the pain had lessened. The smoke cleared and Matter could see the horrified faces waiting for him, behind a wall of fragile glass that wouldn't hold for long.

"See how the serfs work the ground?" Matter got to his feet, struggling to keep his legs steady. "And they give it all they've got... And they give it all they've got... And you give it all you've got, till you're down!" He laughed.

Nathan shook as the old scientist continued to frantically press buttons, paralyzed by the figure of his romantic interest stalking towards them. The electricity had caused his hair to turn black, his right eye was black with bright red letters that spelled: EᖇᖇOᖇ, and he walked with a limp. The judge left the room like a coward, Nathan watched as the scientist stopped and watched Matthew come closer.
Or, what was left of Matthew.
Finally, the scientist spoke with great interest.

"See how the brain plays around, and you fall inside a hole you couldn't see?" His aged voice was shaking.

Matter noticed at once that his hand was covered in blood, his skin was pink and raw from the electricity. His time was running out. Once he was up to the glacé he placed his bloody palm on it, pressing against it to make the blood stick.

"And you fall inside a hole–inside a—" Matter swallowed, eyes returning to normal. "Someone help me... understand what's going on inside my mind! DOCTOR I CAN'T TELL IF I'M NOT ME!"

And he slid to the floor, giving a final breath before his body went still. Nathan let out a shaky breath and clutched his heart, the gravity of what'd just happened hitting him like a train. Matthew was dead.
Nathan was dead inside.
There would be no more music.
There would be no more theories.
With those thoughts in mind, Nathan left that horrid place and never looked back. He cursed himself for testifying. He cursed himself for not helping Matthew sooner. Then, like a beacon of hope, a voice chuckled.

"I can help you, Nathan."