[Video]

[ In his frantic attempts to reach Lydia, he forgot to lock the entry. His terrified face was lit only by device itself. And when it started, he was staring at something out of view of the camera.

He looked like he was going to be sick. ]


Lydia, you said he wasn't here!

[ He spoke in a harsh whispers, as if afraid he'd be heard. ]

I don't know how he got in, but Matt's. HERE!

[ He suddenly froze, his eyes going wide in terror. There was a frantic blur of movement before the video cut out. ]

[ Action ]

[ Sometime later, he burst out of the apartment building at a full sprint, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. Only when he hit the cold air did he seem to come to his senses.

He'd been struggling to stay in control for days. And now that he actually needed his anger, it seemed to have abandoned him. So for the first time, he actually reached for it, instead of fighting it. Eyes glowing and claws out, he twisted to face the doors.

There was no one there. ]

[ "What? Is that supposed to scare me?" Said the apparition. "That's nothing compared to what you were before. And before, you were mine." ]


You can't control me! Not anymore!

[ "Oh, can't I?" Matt put a finger to his temple. "All it took was a thought." ]

[ Much to Jackson's horror, the claws retracted. He fought to keep them out, but it was a futile battle. Shaking, he fell to his knees, staring at his all too human fingers. Unaware that the illusion before him was not what forced him to change, but the fear it inspired in him. ]

[ "You see? You still belong to me." ]
 
 
14 January 2014 @ 02:02 pm
[ One moment he was dozing off on a plane, having finally rid himself or a strange restlessness. And the next, he felt something cold and wet seeping through his clothes. With a start, he scrambled to his feet, disoriented and dazed.

Still ankle-deep in the fountain, he dug in his pockets and found his phone. Thankfully, still functional. But the interface was different. Frantic, he hit a few icons and fired off a text, thinking it was going to someone he knew. Instead, it went to everyone. ]


I don't know where I am or how I got here, but it sure as hell isn't London.