Hellfire sat in the hospital bed, he was humming, not truly paying attention.
The door opened, and Angela entered. "I have news for you Hellfire. We are trying to find a cure for your disease, but to do that, we need to do some genetic work. Georgia can help you once She gets out of the hospital, but until then," Angela moved aside to admit a tall, familiar redhead into the room. "Moira can help you." Hellfire stiffened, and he shifted back a bit.
Moira smiled at Hellfire, but it was a smile that showed she only saw him as a fellow Blackwatch agent that needed help, nothing more. Possibly an opportunity to get some genetic research done, but she didn't actually care about his health.
Hellfire scoffed, loudly. He crossed his arms, the visible grafting scars shining in the light. "Help?" He spoke sarcastically, He snorted. This was probably the first time Moria had seen his skin, maybe she thought he didn't have any. Moira shook her head. "I am willing to help you, Hellfire. But we must put our, ah, disagreements aside if you want to be completely cured," she spoke as if she was convincing a toddler to hand over a piece of candy they weren't supposed to have.
Hellfire laughed, it was a cold sound. "Funny." He glanced at his arms, "The last time someone told me that, I ended up a Freak." "My lord," Angela gasped. Her mouth was wide open. Moira gasped as well. "You can- You can say a whole sentence?!" She demanded.
"Oh, of course, I can. I just prefer not to." He tilted his head, "Spending a decade in a pit can restrict your want to speak." Moira gulped. "Dear me, umm." She shook her head. "I wasn't expecting this. Some resistance maybe, but… not a conversation."
The smiling side of Hellfire's mask lit up, but it seemed a bit more feral than his usual innocence. He cocked his head to the left, staring at her. Moira gulped. "Well, uh, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise, Hellfire." She chuckled. "If I do, Georgia and Gabriel will kill me."
"There is more than one way to hurt an opponent, you of all people should know this, friend." Hellfire was indeed angry, though they couldn't tell.
Angela grimaced. "Um, well," she was obviously uncomfortable now. "I'll go tell the guards to give you two some space." Quickly, she left, leaving Moira alone with an angry Pyromaniac.
"I'm not letting you touch me."
"Who said I wanted to?" Moira demanded.
Hellfire cracked a joint, "Regardless, even if it costs me my life I'm not letting one of you people touch me again." "Oh?" Moira asked. "So I can go tell Georgia she can take her time getting out of her ward? Seeing as you don't want to get better?"
He scoffed, "Oh… I'll be fine. It's only been, what, sixty years?"
"Wait, what?!" Moira demanded.
He laughed, "Appearance doesn't mean anything towards age Faker." He hissed, the grin still lit up. "Regardless of what they think, I am quite capable of taking care of myself. Lived in a fighting ring for ten years after all."
Moira only lets the shock take hold of her for a second. "Hellfire. I will request that you calm down-"
Hellfire simply snorted, and his mask went out. He laid back and promptly ignored her.
Moira took a breath. "I am trying to help you, Hellfire. While you may think that I just want a chance to get some genetic research done, I truly want you to get better. I hate to see someone on my team injured. Even if that person is undyingly stubborn."
"Oh go preach to the angels Moria, the heavens would rather hear you talk then a sinner like me." He went back to ignoring her. Moira growled. Actually growled. "Hellfire, if I have to, I will get Commander Reyes to force you into agreeing to my help. This is your last chance to agree willingly."
Hellfire seemed to stare at his hands, and suddenly he stuck one in his mouthpiece. At first, it was normal, then he consorted his arm and he was up to his forearm. Moira leapt back in disgust. "What the-" He shifted his arm around, then pulled back. His arm covered in black sludge. Seemed to be holding something. Moira reached for the doorknob slowly, her fear overtaking her anger. The object shined slightly in the light, and suddenly the room was plunged into darkness.
"What have you done, Hellfire?!" Moira screamed, terror in her voice.
She got no response, simply a mocking laugh. It echoed around her and left her in darkness.
Moira struggled to find the doorknob in the pitch black, hyperventilating as she panicked.
Suddenly the light flickered on, only one though. But enough to light the room.
Moira was wary now. The light reassured her slightly. But not by much.
The bed was empty now as she turned around, a black splatter of something going outward from the bed covered most of the room. The words 'Nightmares come true' were written above the bed, a lopsided smiley face painted next to it.
Moira shook her head. "Where are you?" She whispered, now terrified again.
The room was empty besides herself, he was gone.