BACK! sorry it took so long! i've been busy moving. but here it is! hope it's worth the wait and i'll try to get the next one up faster. the problem is, i am a little outta ideas. so if any of you have some ideas of what will happen next, please review and tell me cause that would help a lot. thanks!


Chapter 9

Nightmares

Pogue sat in the dark room in Chase's basement. His bones ached from the 'motorcycle accident', but other than that, he was perfectly fine. He fully intended to fight Chase when, and if, he came to get him. Pogue had been down there for what felt like days, but it was probably less than that. All he could do for now was wait until Chase made the first move.

And he did.

That night, Chase flung the door open and walked down the stairs towards Pogue, his face hard, angry and threatening. When he grabbed Pogue, Pogue fought, but he was no match against Chase's powers. In only a few seconds, Chase beat him down, so that Pogue was in too much pain and too weak to fight. Chase dragged him up the stairs into the living room. Pogue couldn't help but notice that the whole house was dark. There were absolutely no lights. In horror, Pogue realized what Chase was trying to do. If Pogue was kept in the dark for too long, his powers would start to fade. Chase was trying to take away his powers.

Finding a new strength from that thought, Pogue yelled, "No!" and kicked out at Chase, striking him hard on the shin. Chase's face contorted with anger and pain and he punched Pogue hard in the stomach, winding him, making it harder to fight back. Breathing heavily, Pogue let himself be carried upstairs to Chase's bedroom. Unable to fight, Pogue was stripped of all his clothes and thrown down on to the bed. Chase tied his hands and feet to the bed, so that Pogue was lying on his stomach, naked, exposed and vulnerable. His face was buried in the bed, so he couldn't see what was going on, but suddenly, he felt Chase climb on top of him, fingering his asshole roughly. Pogue squirmed and tried to throw Chase off but it was no use. He didn't stop though. He bucked and struggled but Chase wouldn't stop. And then it happened.

Pogue felt as if all of his body was burning. He couldn't help but let out a cry of pain as Chase pushed in. Pogue tried to fight, almost not believing this was really happening. As Chase continued to thrust harder and harder, and tears slid down his cheeks, Pogue suddenly heard his name being called.

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A week had passed since Caleb, Reid and Tyler had brought Pogue to Gorman's house. Pogue was getting better, but his powers weren't back yet. Gorman didn't know what to do. He said he thought they would come back slowly, over time, but there was no way to be certain. He made Pogue and the rest of the Covenant stay at his house until they knew for sure what was going on with Pogue's powers.

As for Pogue, he wasn't throwing up as much anymore, about once a day only, if that. Gorman had healed his ribs and whatever other wounds he had, but, as powerful as Gorman was, he couldn't heal Pogue's mind, and that was what needed healing most at the moment.

Caleb was worried about Pogue. He hadn't said a word since he had asked Caleb where Chase was. He locked himself in his room most of the time and wouldn't let anyone in, not even Kate, who had gotten out of the hospital three days ago. At night, Caleb heard Pogue crying out and thrashing about in bed, and he knew he was suffering from horrible nightmares. What he hated most was that Pogue wouldn't let him help him. He wouldn't talk to anyone.

As Caleb was walking past Pogue's room one night, and he noticed that the door was open. He frowned, Pogue never kept the door open at night. Caleb stepped into the room and watched in horror as Pogue's face contorted with pain, and his mouth opened as if to let out a scream of pure agony, but no noise came out. Caleb stood there, rooted to the spot, watching numbly as his friend suddenly shot up from bed and stumbled into a wall, tears streaming down his face. He slid down the wall so that he was sitting, his hands gripping his hair. Snapping out of his state of shock, Caleb walked slowly over to Pogue, calling out his name softly. Pogue showed no sign that he'd heard him.

"Pogue?" Caleb said again, and sat down next to his friend. Still no response. He gently placed a hand on Pogue's shoulder and jumped when Pogue's head suddenly shot up, his eyes black as night. Caleb gasped, a small smile forming on his lips. "Pogue, your powers are coming back." The black ink slowly started fading out of Pogue's eyes as he recognized Caleb. Then he shook his head.

"No they're not," he whispered, turning his head away and wiping his eyes. His voice was hoarse, weak and shaking from the nightmare he'd just had.

"I'm gonna go get Gorman," Caleb announced, and started to get up.

"No, Caleb," Pogue ordered, his hand shooting out to grab Caleb's wrist in a tight grip. "Don't. They're not back."

"What are you talking about, Pogue?" Caleb demanded, glaring at his friend. "Your eyes were just black again. They're definitely back."

"Don't you get it, Caleb? I don't want them back!"

Shocked, Caleb backed up slightly, frowning and staring at Pogue in surprise.

"What?" he gasped softly. "Why?"

"I hate them, that's why!" Pogue cried, tears trickling down his cheeks again. "They've ruined my life! My dad died 'cause of these fuckin' powers and my mom left me 'cause she didn't care anymore! She was fuckin' freaked out! And now…now this! I've had enough of this, Caleb! I want out!"

"Don't," Caleb hissed, shaking his head. "Don't say that, man. Don't you ever say that. We can get through this, man, together. We won't leave you alone for this, I promise. We'll do everything we can to help you. That's a promise."