"No they can't and you know that," Daniel said out loud. This was what Vince heard as he walked in and his face turned form one of determination to one of confusion.
"What?" asked Vince.
"Nothing," Daniel tried to put some of his old personality behind the words. "What is it
Vince, you look like a man on a mission."
"Keith and Lance-" Vince began.
"Ugh," Daniel moaned flopping back on his bed, but putting playfulness into the dramatic gesture. "What do they want?"
"they—we were wondering… why—if - how…?" Vince struggled to phrase his question. "You just seem unwell all the time and over the last while you… you just don't seem like you."
Daniel attempted a smile, but only his friend could see his pale face and the fear in his eyes. "you worry too much. I'm fine just a little off for the last while."
"'a little off' must mean something different to you because it seems to me that you are a more than 'a little off.' You've lost weight, at least fifteen pounds. You are barely eating. You aren't excited about anything. You're almost always tired. No one sees you during the day. You won't talk, even to Larmina!" Vince's voice rose on the last question and he finished with "tell me that doesn't sound more than 'a little off'!" after his triad he tired to catch his breath giving Daniel just enough time to think of a response.
He looked down at his knees and sighed, "Vince…" he stopped and took another breath "maybe, maybe I am more than 'a little off' but," he stood and smiled his half smile. There was his pale face, messy hair, and the dark circles under his eyes. "I am still me."
Daniels knees began to tremble and his whole body shuddered.
"Daniel, I know it's still you, but you are just different," said Vince.
Daniel opened his mouth to respond and his legs gave way beneath him and he crumpled to the floor.
"Daniel!" yelped Vince.
"It's nothing," Daniel pushed aside his friend and stood. Vince started pestering but his voice was tinny and distant in Daniel's ears. He walked away and muttered something about the bathroom.
His head was spinning and there was pressure under his skin making him feel like he was about to explode.
When he reached the safety of the bathroom down the hall he dropped to the ground and began breathing heavily. His legs were like jelly below him, not willing to support his menial weight.
In the full length mirror on the far side Daniel saw his reflection. It looked like something from a horror movie he had seen as a child.
His face was as pale as snow, his uniform hung off him like a scarecrows clothes, he was as thin as a rake and his dark hair had grown longer hiding most of his face. His hands were pale with skin so white it was grey on his knuckles, the nails were glowing a dark violet like the power just under the fingers was growing. But it was his face that scared him. The lips were blue with cold, and the eyes had dark circles under them. But the eyes themselves were glowing brightly filling the room with an evil glow.
Daniel shut his eyes so as not to see them but the power under the lids grew he felt like he was going to explode. And that was pretty accurate.
But Daniel didn't blow up himself. The power under his skin grew until it all blew out form his eyes and finger tips. And the bathroom exploded.
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