Narrator's POV
"Hah..." Stephen sighed, laying eyes on an orange pill bottle on his nightstand.
Next to it was a needle.
"It'll make all your problems go away." A pair of lips whispered in his ear.
Stephen stared at the needle, reaching for it. He observed it.
He missed it.
The rush.
The drugs cursing through his veins.
The relief.
He stoop up, needle in hand.
There was a small drawer in the nightstand.
Stephen removed the cap from the syringe, placing his index finger against the shaft of the needle and bringing it in contact with the nightstand's surface. He bent the needle before opening the drawer and tossing the syringe in. He closed it and made his way downstairs.
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No one was downstairs.
No one was awake.
It was too early in the morning.
He put some water to boil and prepared himself some tea, taking out the sugar and scooping some to put in his mug.
The sugar.
Tiny white crystals.
Stephen stared down at the spoon of sugar he was about to pour into his tea.
There was something just so beautiful about the sugar.
Without thinking, he let the sugar slip from his spoon and began to slowly grind it into a finer powder, lining it up perfectly into two white lines.
"Christ." He said, picking up his mug and walking out of the kitchen.
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"You know, when I was younger I used to have one of these-"
"This is a special offer. Today only. You're paying only half-"
"In the forecast of today, the city seems a little gray, but when does it not? Just a little humor for y-"
"Eh, what's up Doc?"
Stephen placed the remote down on the small coffee table between him and the television, allowing the iconic cartoon to play on.
He was laying across the couch, dressed in a blue sweater pull over, light blue jeans and some black converse.
His hair messy.
He looked like a very tired college student who had just gotten through his finals week.
"Rabbit theason!"
"Duck season!"
"Rabbit theason!"
"Duck season!"
He watched as the characters plotted against each other, but couldn't quiet concentrate with the noise going on outside.
It was so damn loud.
He got up and closed the curtains, making it dark in the area he was in and went to lay back down on the couch.
It wasn't long before he grew bored of the cartoon and got up, walking out of the room.
He opened a portal above him, tentacles hanging down, giving him a green glass bottle. "Thanks Bubbles." He said, petting the tentacles before closing the portal and going out the back door.
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The Perfect Illusion
FanfictionStephen Strange has always been an excelling student. Despite his hands' disabilities, that doesn't stop him from wanting to help others. But what happens when he turns to the dark side for help when he wants to do more than watch from the surgeon's...
