The Demon Inside (Discontinued)

Rage Mode

Wallace's POV

Same night, after Farrell's death, around 3:00 AM

I had searched every nook and cranny of every alleyway, every street, everywhere. And not a single trace of Heston. I called his number every time I went to a place where he could have been at to hear his phone ring and though I heard the dial tone, no ringtone nor vibration could be heard anywhere. I even asked people around if they had seen a 6'5" Hispanic guy with short hair and they all either said they hadn't seen him in a few days or never even heard of him.

I was scared of losing him.

What if he saw Mr Shard's body and ran away somewhere?

What if he thinks that I'm the one who killed him as well?

Second fucking time I've been framed by the same guy.

No, no... I need to be strong. I'll get through this. I'll find him. He's fine. I know it.

My mind was racing as I was jumping across the tops of small buildings.

I lost my balance and fell. The palm of my hand hit a sharp end of the fire escape stairs somewhere before I held on to it and climbed up. I slowly made my way down and then took a look at my hand. It was still bleeding thought it had been a full minute.

I guess my heal is a bit slow for now?

I was tired and sleepy and couldn't find anything so I just went home, put on my bandages, and fell asleep.

The next morning when I woke up and tried to brush my teeth, I couldn't properly grab my toothbrush without feeling pain so I rubbed my eyes a little and took a look at it. Rolled off some of the bandages on my hand and to my horror, the wound from the night before still hadn't healed. The bleeding had stopped but it hadn't healed. I began to feel light headed and started shivering just a little bit.

I had lost my armour.

My chances of dying out there had increased significantly and I didn't know how to deal with it. I called the latest unknown number in my call log on my phone and Leah picked up saying, "Right on time. I was just about to throw this one away."

"Leah.", I stammered.

"What is it?", she said in her usual emotionless tone of voice.

"I've lost my...- my healing ability."

"What?!", she sounded angry.

"I'm... I'm defenseless! What the fuck do I do?!", I almost broke into tears.

"No, you're not. I can train you.", there was a pause, "I'll just have to teach you whatever I know."

"Please. Please."

"Now, stop fucking whining."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?", I pulled myself together.

"Alright, I know an abandoned warehouse nearby where I can train you."

"Where?"

"I'll message you the location. Be there by 4:00 AM."

"4:00 AM?!"

"I think I told you to stop whining?", she was stern.

"Sorry, I'll, uh, be there."

She sighed, "You're gonna be a fucking burden."

"Thank you.", I said before she hung up instantly.

I'm gonna die.
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