I'm Not Insane (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9 - Emotions

Asher pov 

Ryan collapses on the floor, my grip on his arm causing me to bend down ever so slightly with his weight.

"Sir, do you want me to hook him up?" I ask Dr. Wilson.

"Yes." 

I pick Ryan up, which is much easier now that I know his weight is being put on me. He's actually far more light than I expected. 

I place him on the examination table, binding his wrists, ankles, head, and torso. I know that he won't be in pain, but the stronger ones tend to writhe around a lot more, and can even cause serious damage.

Before I walk into the control room with Dr. Wilson, I look back at him, feeling sorry. He's so innocent and young. He's one of the earliest patients I've prepared before. Most of the time I'm assigned to the early twenty-year olds, and they're pretty powerful, but not as strong as Ryan.

That's why I was assigned to him so early. I would've met him a few years from now, but they started early. They're getting eager to start, and all we can do is comply.

I'm just worried Ryan will get hurt in all this, and we might lose him. He's a smart boy, and he'll figure everything out if we're not careful.

"Ash? You coming?" Dr. Wilson calls through the intercom.

I realize I got lost in thought while looking at Ryan's sleeping form. I nod, before turning around and walking inside the control room, locking the door for our safety.

"What is it, son?" Dr. Wilson asks me once I sit down next to him.

I've known Dr. Wilson since I first started two years ago. Since then, we've prepared many patients. I've done a total of fifteen, but Dr. Wilson has done hundreds. The people of this world don't really fully grasp just how many Specials there are. They're everywhere, and they're growing. Which is why we're going through all this. So we can end this once and for all. And once that's done...

We destroy the weapons of murder.

"It's just... Ryan's so young. Will he be okay after this? Will he be prepared enough to even last long? What if he breaks? He could ruin everything," I tell him.

"It won't happen. Mr. Smith is powerful, yes, but he's clueless. He lacks the maturity of most of our patients we prepare. That's what makes him such a special case. He's smart, though, and his mind is very resistant." 

I look down, before a hand settles on my back.

"Not to worry, though. If this tests shows enough progress, he'll be out of our hands in a month or so. This has been one of the fastest times we've done yet, hasn't it?" 

I nod. He pats my back, before starting up the simulators. First up is to test how controlled his ability is.

I watch through the window to see if Ryan's okay. His finger twitches, then his  leg, but he's still pretty calm. Then, his face scrunches up in horror, before relaxing again.

"It seems his ability is much more subdued than before. About seventy percent. Excellent. Now, let's test his memories and emotions." 

I tense up a bit at that. Ryan is very emotional, and his memories are very vivid to him. But, with the patches every night, his nightmares have become non-existent. 

Or so I thought...

His scream makes me jump, and I look in through the window, to see tears leaking down his face. His heart rate is up, and his body keeps convulsing.

"Sir, I think we need to stop it," I mumble, before a black smoke starts to emit from Ryan. "Sir!" 

Dr. Wilson, curses, before shutting down the memory portion of the test. He sighs, sitting back.

"Hmm, according to this, his memories we want gone are actually eighty-percent locked away already. You put the patches on every night, correct?" 

"Yes, Sir. I don't understand. He's been doing great. His nightmares have barely made him flinch, and he rarely ever gets them! What is it that's going wrong to make him react this way?" 

"It's his emotions, mainly. While his memories are fading now, apparently his emotions have been awakened. Now every lighter memory causes him to over-react, even enough where his thirty percent of untamed ability comes out, as you just saw. I think it's you, Asher."

I turn to look at him, shocked.

"Me? What did I do?"

"You're opening him up to more emotions. That can't happen. It could destroy all the progress he's gone through."

"Then what do we do?"

I unlock the door, walking over to Ryan. His body is calm again, and soft puffs of air leave his lips as he sleep peacefully. 

Something deep in my gut tells me this is wrong. I shouldn't be condemning this lost soul to the fate he has in store. I can't. He would never be the same. No longer innocent, no longer pure and clueless, no longer Ryan.

Oh gosh, I've become attached.

I unstrap him, Dr. Wilson helping. He finds a wheelchair, and we place Ryan in it. The whole time Dr. Wilson is silent, pondering over what we should do.

He's doing excellent, and it will all be over soon, but there's just this new predicament. If his emotions are being awakened because of me, then that means everything else could unravel.

But...is that such a bad thing? Would it be so bad to have to spend more time with him? He's become like a little brother to me. I feel the need to protect him, but I also want to get this job done. In fact, central office said that this and a few others around the country would be our last jobs. With Ryan's power, it will all be complete, and we can begin phase two.

Excitement bubbles up in me at the thought of all of this being over, but then, I imagine Ryan, his emotionless face as he...

"Ash," Dr. Wilson whispers.

We arrived at the cell. I open it up, moving Ryan from the wheelchair and into his bed. I pull the covers up around him, wanting to protect his clueless face.

"Ash, we're going to have to do something. Either you fix this, or we'll need to switch you out with someone else, someone who can get the job done before Ryan can get attached to them."

My heart stops, and I turn to look at him.

"No, I'm sure we can still do this without needing to switch out. I can do it!" I protest.

"Ash... you're attached," Dr. Wilson says, shaking his head. "I'll switch you out with another in two days."

He leaves the room, the close of the door almost feeling like the shattering of my heart.

Two days before I'll never see Ryan again?

Woah, oh my gosh, exactly 1,111 words (not including this). Wow, that's pretty good.

Oh no! Asher's never gonna see Ry again?! Don't worry, I still have stuff up my sleeves.

QUESTION TIME: Do you like the beach, or the pool better?

My Answer: I like the beach more, only because I like to sit there or walk and think about stuff that could turn a sane person insane or something like that. Lol, I also don't like swimming in public anymore, so a beach is much better for my tastes. 

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-Mel