Made it a little easier to ignore the swelling sensation inside his head that made it seem like it was expanding and pressing into his brain. He knew it wouldn't last too long- hours at the most. Always seemed like it'd last forever, though. His whole body seemed to be buzzing with too much energy. Made it hard to think. Hard to remember.
Hard to be. Wilde bit into his lip. Hardly enough to draw blood, though. Just a little trickle.
Jennifer: Urgh, s're ya don't want some'o this?
The way you're slurring your voice?
Wilde: Naw.
The pain in his hands was getting worse. Between that gang fight he helped the Skulls against the Hellions, and running tasks for Antonio Nash - even if Nash was mostly sticking him to grunt work- had worn Wilde out, and had him using his powers way more than he had in Chicago. That was saying something. This life he lead was almost like a ghost of a real life.
He'd busted up a covert Fifth Column movement last night. Just kept cheap shotting them from behind, took them down one at a time.. Problem was, it was a high pitched chase, and once they saw him, he never knew when one of them would get the advantage on him and finish him off forever with a bullet to the head. Wilde doubted even the hospitals of Paragon City could save him from that.
Just him. No Skulls backing him up. No Jennifer or Feral Girl there. Wilde pulled through, but his hands felt like they were buzzing since the fight. That in addition to a few minor flesh wounds, but some random hero with a medkit helped with that.
From what Wilde could tell from the Skulls rambling, there were a couple different kinds of these drugs out on the streets. Superadine, it was called. Looked like powered clay to Wilde. Chunky, grey blobs that crumbled under Jennifer's touch, it seemed like it had veins. Glowing blue veins.
Wilde looked around the room but couldn't focus. Something about this girl seemed so out of place here, in the rundown building, all of a sudden. So desperate, so sad. She did it to herself.
A wave of agony took over Wilde's body. He fell to his knees. Jennifer gave no sign she'd even noticed. Too busy lighting a long black rod, which she used to part the drug just right. The contact between the Superadine and the rod made a faint hissing noise and produced the smallest of a red puff of smoke.
The pain took control of Wilde's body even as he took note of this. That damned experiment. If only he'd just listened and turned it down and.. urgh. The pain cut out his ability to think next, if only for a few agonizing moments as his body struggled to right itself and the strange energies now flowing in it. It coursed out of his fingertips, scarring and digging into the floor of the old abandoned building he and Jennifer had taken refuge in.
She finally noticed his agony and stumbled over to comfort him. While still sucking down the powered Superadine, of course. Wilde's fingernails dug into his fists, adding another set of nail marks to his hands. His head buzzed. He wondered what it would be like to.. ..
Not that Wilde was a total stranger to drugs, of the legal and illegal kind. After all, the transformations to his powers involved a fair bit of drug use. Power Wilde was desperate for. Power he now possessed, but power that might kill him if he couldn't master it in time.
Something was different about this time, though. As the pain nibbled as his thoughts, whatever he was thinking seemed to be replaced by an instant lust for this creature in front of him.
The outcast looked up to meet the Skull's female property, drawing his attention from his pain, and hers from her forced addiction. They made a short, unsure move towards each other, before she lunged at him, passionately. Wilde flipped her to the ground, placing himself on top of her, desperately kissing her.. Things would go much further than that, in many senses of the word.
Some time after, she'd have him hooked on the drug long before either of them even thought about putting their clothes back on. With the help of the new arrival to the scene, Feral Girl.
The Skulls would be very pleased indeed.
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Who made who
Mine: Wilde Tanke, Feral Girl Friends, used with permission: Jennifer Delong Cryptic: Skulls, Hellions, Antonio Nash, Fifth Column, Superadine