Desperado

Chapter 3

Tw// Blood, slight gore. This chapter is particularly high intensity.

Back and forth, back and forth... Virgil just couldn't sit still at all right now, not with so many thoughts rushing through his head. Their plan was set, the day finally came, and the demon was terrified. So much of this relied solely on his own powers, so if anything went wrong it'd probably be his fault. And... well. Wherever the demons and angels were disappearing to from this prison, he really really didn't want to find out.

He did try his best to relax until the time came, mostly because Logan kept telling him to save his energy. Yet he kept going, on and on as the anxiety coursed through his veins. What is this went wrong? What if they got caught? They'd be dead for sure, right? What kind of punishment did attempted escapees get? Would it be slow? And would they... would they punish him by kidnapping him? That thought didn't help the steadily growing tremor in his hands.

And then there was the whole ordeal about connecting himself to Logan in order to boost his powers to begin with. He was semi-comfortable with it by now, but he still didn't like it. He didn't like anybody knowing those deeper parts of himself, or seeing him so vulnerable. Which he has expressed many times, though it seemed to fall on deaf ears. He knew they needed it to escape and all, but it was still an uncomfortable sensation to deal. And that didn't even begin to cover the after effects, or how they'd need to stay connected even after they were out until they found a safe place for Virgil to pass out from the exhaustion.

So many things about this could go wrong... There's so many different scenarios that he could run through his head, each with a different outcome... And none of them good...

The only time the demon stopped moving was when a guard passed by on patrol, but afterwards he kept right on pacing. He debated asking Logan for help with the rampant anxiety and restlessness, but he said nothing. Not something to bother him over. That'd just make him look even more pathetic.

This was ridiculous. Logan kept watching Virgil pace back and forth in his cell like a madman. After a solid two hours of this erratic behavior Logan grumbled from his cell, "Can you please tell me if you've lost your mind so I can adjust the parameters of our escape?" Seriously, what was wrong with the guy? Sure, Logan had the tiniest niggle of anxiety, but the demon in his companion was literally starting to jump around in Virgil's chest, fighting harder and harder to escape his ribcage with every passing second. Logan would never tell Virgil this, considering the other probably didn't think of the demon part of him as a separate entity, but in truth it was undeniable. Logan could see the bright purple ball of energy lodged above Virgil's kidney most times, considering how powerful both individuals were. But the ball was no longer using the kidney as a cushion, it was wizzing from side to side, up and down, ricocheting off his heart and whirling through his lungs like a mini tornado. Disturbing.

The only response that came from Virgil initially was a low growl, though afterwards he remembered that Logan wasn't unnerved by that at all. So much for that approach. "Ha ha. You're hilarious." Man, even his comebacks didn't sound like they usually did. He was far too uneasy, his hands were shaking, and honestly he was surprised Logan hasn't had to subdue him by force yet. But he just. Couldn't. Stop. Almost like he wasn't in control of his actions, but rather urged on by the fear racing through his body. He didn't know what to do, but sitting still was definitely not going to be of any help. Can't they just skip ahead to lunch and get this whole thing over with? He's going to have a heart attack at this rate.

Okay, time to do something about this. With a heavy sigh, Logan sat up and looked at Virgil, catching his gaze and holding his eyes there. Using the feeling he'd previously acquired during his "melds" with Virgil, the young vanguard concentrated on the vulnerability he'd grown accustomed to seeing in Virgil's core. Gently, Logan held the energy in place, slowing down and calming the purple ball in Virgil's chest, before letting it slowly drift back to its spot above Virgil's kidney like a mollusk. "Virgil. Do you have an anxiety disorder you didn't tell me about?"