I've gone away,you make me stay but
I can't tell it from lies
I've gone insane, losing close friends.
"You've never had anything real", that was true. He could see it now, he really hadn't. Connor crouched in the dank and looked up to the top of his small self imposed cell. Not that he could see, he could see nothing but the darkness which was comforting. He didn't know what to think or what to do. He usually sore, spoke and thought with his heart, but how could he force his heart to see in the light? It was breaking and he couldn't breathe so how would he be ever able to stand in the light again. Besides in the darkness where he couldn't even see his own hand he could sort of disappear, stop existing and that's all he wanted. He, he couldn't be this, this Destroyer person.he was considering becoming a vegetarian never mind hunting down and killing things. But he was and he knew it. His whole life, engulfed with lies, his body racked with pain. And he was alone, he was always alone and until someone saw him nothing would be real.
"You just don't wanna take it personally", well Wesley thought as he tramped through the sewage scrying for Connor all the while with a frozen looking quartz. It sensed his soul. Wesley hadn't wanted to take it seriously, how could he? And how could he take Connor seriously? Surely he'd break in half trying. But he had to save Connor. Or Connor had to save him, he wasn't sure. He needed a purpose. He needed to be good again. He just wanted to be innocent. Wesley stood confused as the quartz indicated Connor was here, but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was plotting an attack somewhere close in the shadows, what if Connor had already remembered the insanity and readjusted to his feral ways? A gentle breatheless sobbing echoed from behind a stone slab and Wesley knew where the boy was he removed it slowly and cautiously, he looked at Connor authoritively and emotionless. Connor glared with silent malice at his intruder: "Wesley", he growled. He didn't like the light falling on him, didn't like that this man could see his tear streaked cheeks. His pride was strong within him and he felt and urge to beat Wesley for daring to come near him.
"Connor, Connor. Get out of there. We need to talk", Wesley instructed moving back to allow Connor free passage out of his hole. "Go to hell", Connor replied, turning his back on his intruder. "All in good time", Wesley answered, his snarky English wit piercing Connor's façade. "What?", he was noticeably confused as he glared back at Wesley. "Well a man like me, I probably will go to hell, but not now. Not tonight". "Oh really? What happens tonight?", Connor asked. Not actually giving a damn about what the Watcher had planned. "Wouldn't you like to know? I'm afraid that I can't see into the future Connor but I'll tell you one thing. I'm your lifeline. You need answers and I have them. So get out of there if you have any courage left in you and face me". This had the exact effect Wesley had desired Connor sprang out of his cell and stood face to face with Wesley, almost touching. "Is that a challenge?!". "You really have no tact at all", Wesley laughed. "Don't laugh at me", Connor said trying to scare Wesley though he wasn't sure why. He was failing though, he was crying again and shaking in front of this stranger who was also his only friend. The only one that knew.
"You've never had anything real", that was true. He could see it now, he really hadn't. Connor crouched in the dank and looked up to the top of his small self imposed cell. Not that he could see, he could see nothing but the darkness which was comforting. He didn't know what to think or what to do. He usually sore, spoke and thought with his heart, but how could he force his heart to see in the light? It was breaking and he couldn't breathe so how would he be ever able to stand in the light again. Besides in the darkness where he couldn't even see his own hand he could sort of disappear, stop existing and that's all he wanted. He, he couldn't be this, this Destroyer person.he was considering becoming a vegetarian never mind hunting down and killing things. But he was and he knew it. His whole life, engulfed with lies, his body racked with pain. And he was alone, he was always alone and until someone saw him nothing would be real.
"You just don't wanna take it personally", well Wesley thought as he tramped through the sewage scrying for Connor all the while with a frozen looking quartz. It sensed his soul. Wesley hadn't wanted to take it seriously, how could he? And how could he take Connor seriously? Surely he'd break in half trying. But he had to save Connor. Or Connor had to save him, he wasn't sure. He needed a purpose. He needed to be good again. He just wanted to be innocent. Wesley stood confused as the quartz indicated Connor was here, but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was plotting an attack somewhere close in the shadows, what if Connor had already remembered the insanity and readjusted to his feral ways? A gentle breatheless sobbing echoed from behind a stone slab and Wesley knew where the boy was he removed it slowly and cautiously, he looked at Connor authoritively and emotionless. Connor glared with silent malice at his intruder: "Wesley", he growled. He didn't like the light falling on him, didn't like that this man could see his tear streaked cheeks. His pride was strong within him and he felt and urge to beat Wesley for daring to come near him.
"Connor, Connor. Get out of there. We need to talk", Wesley instructed moving back to allow Connor free passage out of his hole. "Go to hell", Connor replied, turning his back on his intruder. "All in good time", Wesley answered, his snarky English wit piercing Connor's façade. "What?", he was noticeably confused as he glared back at Wesley. "Well a man like me, I probably will go to hell, but not now. Not tonight". "Oh really? What happens tonight?", Connor asked. Not actually giving a damn about what the Watcher had planned. "Wouldn't you like to know? I'm afraid that I can't see into the future Connor but I'll tell you one thing. I'm your lifeline. You need answers and I have them. So get out of there if you have any courage left in you and face me". This had the exact effect Wesley had desired Connor sprang out of his cell and stood face to face with Wesley, almost touching. "Is that a challenge?!". "You really have no tact at all", Wesley laughed. "Don't laugh at me", Connor said trying to scare Wesley though he wasn't sure why. He was failing though, he was crying again and shaking in front of this stranger who was also his only friend. The only one that knew.