Theme: #36 – Worst-Case Scenario
Summary: Summer finds out just how dangerous Dillon is.
Word Count: 477
A.N: This one is darker than the others.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with them for a little while. I don't actually own any of the characters.
"Dillon!" Summer screamed as he leapt from the bed for her. Moments ago she had awoken with him shouting during one of his more violent nightmares. Now she was pressed against the wall, paralysed with fear. His eyes were scarlet, the virus within him being activated temporarily by his dormant memories. It was Dillon, but it wasn't him. It was the machine inside him that had moved to attack her.
"Dillon! Please! This isn't you!" Panic set in when his hand closed around her throat, pinning her to the wall. His grip tightened and silenced her – the others wouldn't be able to hear her cries for him to stop. The lack of recognition in the mechanical red of his usually dark brown eyes was enough to confirm her fears that he really was going to end up killing her. Her vision was beginning to spot and there was a violent thump in her ears. She was going to die. Dillon was going to kill her.
Terror clawed at Summer's chest and then all of a sudden she could breath again. Dillon had dropped her from his grip and she fell to the floor gasping. He was in front of her, also collapsed, clutching his head.
"Dillon?" Summer coughed, reaching out to him. He recoiled, looking up. His eyes were their usual colour but his features were contorted with fear. Summer reached towards him again but he pushed her hand away.
"Get out. Get out!" He yelled, scrambling away from her.
"Dillon, please-"
"Get out of here!" There was anger in his voice now. Summer hesitated until he shouted again, making her jump. She ran from the room, with Dillon slamming the door behind her. She stood outside his room panting heavily until the tears hit her. She was shaking all over and her legs collapsed from under her. Bringing her knees up to her chin she began to cry, her back against the door. He had been trying to tell her for months that it was too dangerous for them to be together. She had brushed it off, falling more in love with him every day. It was only now she had realised how dangerous he could be. He had been right all along.
On the other side of the door, Dillon pressed his forehead to the dark, cold wood. He could hear Summer crying outside but he fought the instinct to go out and comfort her. This was his fault. Her screams had brought him back but the virus was unstable and he knew that in his pent up emotional state it would be easy for it to take over again. So he had pushed her away. He wanted her to be safe; he needed her to be safe and Dillon knew that he was too big a threat to her to be the one protecting her.