A/N: GLUTTONY. Number 2/4. This one is Chase-centric, with light Chase/Caleb, just because this IS a slash collection... Hope this one sucks less than the last one did...

LadyV.2102: Yes, Reid does seem the type to get jealous over something like that, doesn't he? And don't compare your works to mine. Everyone has their own strengths. And most of my stories are based on songs too. Music and writing are so important to me... Just lemme know if you want any help. I'll do what I can. ;)

beginningxofxthexend: Your honesty is refreshing. And I know that one sucked. It killed me to post it, but I couldn't get anything better churned out. :/ I considered making it longer, but I couldn't make it flow right. :/ I hope this one is better... Though I doubt it'll be hard to top the last chapter...

LawleyPop024: Epsilon... He's, uh... He's a masochist. I tried torturing him and it was almost counter-productive... Until I told him we'd work on my Covenant FanFic until we got something done and there would be no working on anything else until he cooperated. That worked well enough. :D

Dark Angel's Blue Fire: Glad you liked it.

Chase had a problem. That much was obvious. The way he couldn't sit still and how irritable he usually was... It was an Addiction, a problem. In between classes, he would sneak off into a dark corner and make sparks dance across his fingertips, just to give him a taste of what he needed. He would never be late. He'd just Use to transport himself to the classroom, keeping him out of trouble and giving him another dose of the Power, just enough to get him through the class.

When Caleb realized what was going on, it was already too late. Chase couldn't roll out of bed in the morning without Using to turn his alarm clock off. He'd Use his Power to summon up some kind of breakfast or something, teleport himself to class... He was so far gone, it was getting more and more difficult to do anything but Use. He was already looking like he was in his late twenties. He was hardly nineteen and he looked so fucking old... But he couldn't stop. The withdrawls would start off simple enough, started off just uncomfortable. His head would ache and his stomach would flip and he'd feel dizzy. Then it got worse. Then it felt like his head was being split open and his heart would start pounding and it became all he could hear. The slightest amount of light would make his eyes burn. He'd find his diaphragm paralyzed, unable to get a breath in, making spots dance around the edges of his vision. If he waited any longer after that, it would begin to feel as if his very soul were being ripped from his body and he'd do something stupid just to make the pain stop.

Because that was the thing about the Power. When Chase was younger, he'd done drugs. All sorts of drugs. Just because that's what rich kids do. They blow copious amounts of money on cocain and weed and ecstasy and whatever else sounded like a guarantee for a good time. But the Power was something completely different. It splashed the world with colors LSD couldn't recreate. It banished pain like Morphine wished it could. The Power relaxed him more that any weed he'd ever smoked. It warmed him more than the strongest alcohol. And when you stare death in the face on a daily basis, you need some kind of escape.

Caleb had tried telling him that Using more wasn't the answer, that it was only making things worse. He didn't bother listening. When everything in life is going wrong, you turn to the one thing in life that makes you forget, whether it's killing you or not. He often considered trying to find some sort of help when he remember Caleb's puppy-pout and the hurt in those big onyx eyes. But the Power was a veritable Siren Song, something that he couldn't ignore. It was everything that he needed and more of what he wanted. It gave him control over everything. If he didn't like something, it was a flash of the eyes and it would be changed. He was a god among men. And his simpering "brothers" were too scared to embrace their power.

Chase sat in the center of his bed and rubbed his hands together. He could feel the withdrawls trying to sneak up on him. There was a dull throb in the base of his skull; that was always the first indicator. He knew that it would soon be followed by nausea and it would all go downhill. So he looked over at his desk and levitated his laptop over to his bed. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make the headache fade. He knew that before he could sleep peacefully he'd have to go out and do something drastic; that he'd have to go out and start a small storm in the Dells or something similar.

Because that was the catch when it came to the Power. It was just like any other drug. It starts off and you can just make flames dance over your fingers for a few moments and then it all goes back to normal. And then you have to play with the flames in the fireplace for five minutes or so. And then you have to move an entire car without touching it. And before you know it, the only way you can get your fix is to throw the entire planet out of orbit and bring it back.

There was a knock at the door and Chase grudgingly opened it. He knew he only had an hour or so before the cravings kicked in again. He hated dealing with people when that shit happened...

"Stop it." Caleb pleaded.

Chase rolled his eyes. Withdrawls or not, he didn't want to deal with Caleb's self-righteous bullshit.

"I'm serious Chase. You're killing yourself every time you do something stupid. Just stop it." Caleb begged.

"You want me to just stop? Just fight through the pain?" Chase asked softly.

"Yes. Just stop. Please."

"Tell you what Caleb, when you're addicted, and you're going through this shit, then you can come talk to me about just quitting like it's nothing." Chase slammed the door and slid down the cool wood until he was sitting on the floor. Of everything there was that could kill you, he never knew his gluttony would be the thing to do him in. He just Used and Used and Used because it felt so damn good. Except he Used too much. He wondered if Caleb's adivce would change if he knew the eldest of the Covenant was already dying of heart complications...

A/N2: Yay for angst and broody. XD Yeah. This isn't my best work either, but I kinda like the concept... I'm trying to get back in the flow of writing for this fandom, just because I've been gone for so damn long... Sorry for the suckfest guys. =/