Why Would You Ever Kiss Me?

Training Wheels

Stassis POV
I felt the change happen. I started seeing in hues of purple and my body felt tight. Derek stayed still as I tried not to make noise, but it hurt.
I fell to my knees as purple smoke began to emitt from my hands and I heard Derek say, "Don't help her!" And feet scurry back.
"Come on! Get up!" He said. I pushed off the ground and gained balance back on my feet. "Good." He said as I stood up straight.
"Now control it." He said.
"How?" I started to panic. I never knew how to control it. I never could control what I did while I was in this state. I was a monster.

"Breathe and relax but don't lose it!" I tried to steady my breathing but I was too anxious. I tried to breathe in and out and it started working. My vision was still purple, but clear. "Good." He said. "Now use it." He said lunging towards me.
I swerved him and tried to keep my focus. He was now in his werewolf form with claws and pointed ears and fangs.
He slid across the wooden floor and growled at me.
What the hell? I thought.

He came at me again and I swerved nearly tripping on the first step.
"Dont just dodge it. Fight back!" He growled.

I started to tune in.
You're weak. A voice said to me.
Just like her father.
I can feel the past all around me. I want to preserve myself in formaldehyde. So when people see me they see the child that didn't deserve it, not the fuck up I turned out to be.

Derek took me by the throat and slammed me to the ground. He let go and backed up.
"Fight back!" He said.

He came towards me again and my fist collided with his jaw and I heard it crack. He shifted it back into place, but he was far from done with me.
"You have a power use it!"
"I'm not putting them in danger!" I said back getting pissed.
"They will be in danger if you don't learn how to utilize your strengths. You'll kill them all!"
"Shut up!" I yelled back.
He seemed satisfied with my anger level and the purple was getting deeper.

I shot ny hand at him and the smoke grabbed him by the torso and I pulled him to me stepping aside so he crashed into the staircase.
He stood up and dusted his shirt off.
"Good." He said. "Get mad! You should be the most pissed off person here right now! Born into a life of publicity that you didn't ask for! Cursed with knowledge and Wanheada. And I'd call you Atlas but he wasn't given the choice to hold the stars. You were. Yet you still break your back holding the sky in your palms."
"I'm not a hero.. I'm just a kid!" I said to him, but I felt like I was talking to my dad.

I shouldn't have to fight to be young. A part of me was happy that I knew what was going on, mostly everyone else was ignorant to what was going on but I now had the knowledge of what I was up against, and I had the power to stop it. This was a blessing and a curse. Mostly a curse.

War is a slippery slope. What would you do becomes what will you do? Becomes my God what have you done?
And I cannot hear those screams again!
I meant so well.

"Something inside of you is hurting!" He yelled at me. What the hell was he doing now. We circled each other keeping our eyes focused on one another. "That's why you need cigarettes or whiskey or music turned up so loud you can't fucking think!"

The smoke force from my hands wrapped around Derek and I pulled him to me only this time I didn't swerve. I held his throat in my hands and I squeezed looking into his blood red eyes. I let him go and threw his to the ground. Dust came up all around him and he seemed satisfied.
"Do you feel in control now?" He asked. I don't feel anything. Wanheada was empty.
Thinking of an answer for his question I lost sight of him and he turned up behind me getting me in a head lock.
"What's the bravest thing you've done Stark?" He whispered in my ear.

I struggled to get loose of his grip prying his fingers one by one until I could sneak out. We fought for what felt like forever in hand to hand combat. Each of us deflecting the others blows.
I went to kick him and he grabbed a hold of my ankle pushing me up to the wall with my leg in a heel stretch next to me.
Thank God for those stupid gymnastics classes my mom used to make me take.