Becoming the Demon
Chapter 4
I don't think that I have any actual capacity to do a slow fanfiction.
I don't think I've ever been in as much pain as I am now. Jayce left sometime after fixing my door. I woke up in my bed, almost cocooned in blankets. The little shit must be giggling to himself about how long it took me to fight my way out without tearing any of them. I sat on the edge of my bed and wiped some sweat off of my face, wincing at the pain in my abdomen. I pulled my shirt off because it was fucking soaked in sweat, too.
No escape… I pushed myself to my feet, and it felt like it cramped up completely. Give up… I tried to take a step forward, but stumbled and braced myself against the wall, gripping my stomach as if that would help. Looking down, I swore when I saw the purple spreading. It was moving slowly, but it was moving.
"Get the fuck off!" Not the smartest thing to yell, but what other choice do I have? Holding my breath, I tensed every single muscle I could, nearly shouting in pain. The mark stopped spreading, but the relief made me drop to my knees and gasp for breath. What the fuck?! I really don't think that I'm imagining this anymore. Now my entire stomach is purple. It stops just below my chest, and goes under my shorts. What kind of fucked up magic is this?
No time…
"Whoa, what happened to you?!" Fucking great. My bedroom window slid open, and light feet hit my floor. "I came to annoy you, but what is that?!"
"Fuck off, Jinx!" She knelt next to me and put a hand on my back for a second.
"Why are you so cold?!"
"Since when do you care?!" Okay, that might have been a bit harsh, but I am not in the mood to fuck around right now. I tried to push myself to my feet with no success.
"I've never seen you down like this, Fathands." I just let out a groan and moved one foot out so I was on one knee. "Hey, are you proposing?!"
"To you?!" She started laughing and dropped her guns, got up, and opened the drawer.
"Where do you keep your shirts?" I watched her jog across the room, -leaving the first drawer open- and opened my wardrobe. "Aha! Flannel!"
"What?" She draped one of my button-up shirts over my shoulders and sat down next to me, legs crossed and with a huge smile on her face. "Thanks, Jinx."
"What the hell happened to you?" I managed to get to both knees, and then fall back and sit down, breathing calmly. Jinx then shuffled across the floor to sit in front of me, still beaming. "What is with that purple stuff?"
"I have no idea." I gave up trying to button my shirt up. My hands were still shaking like crazy. "I imagined something weird."
"It doesn't look imaginary." We both flinched as she leaned over and touched it. "You're still cold."
"I know." Jinx's expression dropped, replaced by an evil grin. "You better not be planning anything." She shifted closer. "Jinx." And closer. "Jinx." I tried to lean back, the pain in my stomach making me wince.
"What?" I couldn't really move, and she was taking full advantage. "I was just thinkin' that I could warm you up."
"Jinx, come on." Even with her kneeling up and putting her hands on my shoulders, I stayed upright. "Jinx, for fucks sake."
"What? I'm just trying to warm you up!" I huffed as my back hit the floor, groaning at the pain in my stomach. "What's wrong?"
"My stomach hurts, don't sweat it." Jinx's knees met the floor on either side of my waist, and she rested her hands on my wrists, pretending to pin them to the floor on both sides of my head. "You're insufferable."
"Then why don't you arrest me, Fathands?" She lowered her chest down, resting on mine.
"We both know that you'd love it." Jinx grinned and let go of my hands, laying one above my head and using the other to play with one of the buttons on my shirt. "Can I get up now?"
"Nuh-uh. You're mine."
"Yeah, because that worked so well last time." She puffed a cheek out and lowered her butt onto my stomach, ignoring my huff of pain.
"We were still kids, then."
"I don't think we've grown up to be any more compatible." Instead of answering, Jinx used her head to push my chin up and rest her face in the crook of my neck. I thought about saying something, but just sighed and rested my arms over her back, one of my thumbs gently stroking her skin.
"You've always kicked me out before now." Jinx smiled, the hand above my head now gripping my hair.
"I'm in too much pain." That didn't stop her from moving around so our heads were at the same level. "Besides, I think we're both quite lonely."
"Not my fault. I've been trying."
"I know, Jinx." I patted her on the back a couple of times, trying not to groan at the pain I still felt.
You're mine… I still need to drill that out.
"This feels more awkward since I'm only in my underwear and an un-buttoned shirt." I said, making Jinx laugh. "I'm still wearing more than you, though."
"I hate clothes, but I don't want to show everybody my business." She made me laugh that time. "Do you want to see my business?"
"No I do not." Jinx made a weird noise and kissed my cheek. "Why don't you ask somebody else?"
"Nobody else is interesting." The sound of my phone ringing made both of us jump.
"Oh, for fucks sake." Bad news, good news, bad news effect. Bad news: The pain makes it hard to move, and I have an added Jinx. Good news: my phone is in the pocket of my work pants, on the floor. Bad news: it's not within reach. "Jinx, grab my phone for me."
"No. I'm comfy." Cursing to myself, I moved one of my legs, trying to ignore the pain, and pushed myself across the wooden floor of my bedroom. I swear that I felt Jinx trying to hide laughter.
"Hey Cupcake, what's up?" I put on my most normal voice when I fished my phone out of my pocket and looked at the ID before answering.
"I just wanted to check on you. Jayce told me that you weren't feeling too well."
"Did he tell you that he kicked down my door?" Jinx giggled and I gave her a mock glare.
"Yes, and is someone there with you?" The hatred between me and Jinx died off a long time ago, but Cait still hates her.
"No, I just coughed." When I covered her mouth, Jinx licked my hand, and I wiped it on her back.
"Well, Jayce told me that he found you unconscious, and you passed out a second time not long after."
"Like I said to him, it was just blood loss. I had half my arm scraped off, remember?" I pushed myself up so I wasn't lying down. Jinx used that moment to work her hands under my open shirt and press against my skin. "Will you get off now?" I whispered, holding the phone away from us.
"No chance." Jinx hooked her ankles around my back. Cursing again, I leaned against the side of my bed, taking a couple of deep breaths to try and lessen the pain I was in.
"Regardless, are you alright now?" Cait asked.
"C'mon, Cupcake. You know me." She sighed, and Jinx decided that right then was the best time to kiss my neck. I gasped out of surprise and pulled her head away, my face going red.
"Vi? Are you okay? What was that?" I glared at Jinx, who was giggling so hard, her entire body was shaking.
"I just stubbed my toe, don't worry about it." I'm going to kill her.
"Well… okay." She knows. She definitely knows. "Are you well enough to come into work? I've been gathering intelligence on a drug den, and today would be the best day to stake it out and strike."
"You know how much I love taking out those cunts." I made the mistake of letting go of Jinx's head, and she pressed her face into my neck again. "How much time do I have?"
"An hour, ideally. I'll see you soon." When I tossed the phone onto my bed, I glared at Jinx again, who probably felt no remorse. She definitely felt no remorse.
"You shouldn't go with all that weird purple stuff on your stomach."
"I have to go." Her grip tightened. Guess what I'm going to be doing for the next hour?
~~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Target is on the move." Came the voice over the radio. Caitlyn gripped the back of my jacket because she knows what I'm like.
"Copy 5-7, is it safe to move in?" She asked, looking down her rifle scope. It took all my willpower to not show the pain I was feeling. I'm still freezing, but the area of my skin that was purple burned like crazy. I need to willpower this stuff out of me. It didn't help that we had to lay on a fucking roof.
"Not yet Sheriff. We need to move in and guard the exits."
"Keep me updated." Cait clicked her radio off and let go of my jacket. "I'd still like to know something, Vi." I looked over at her. "Who was in your apartment earlier?"
"Nobody."
"Don't lie to me." She looked away from the building and at me. "I heard somebody when we were talking on the phone."
"Jealous?" I grinned.
"Depends who it was." Cait looked back through her scope.
"I can never tell if you're being serious or not." Her hands tightened on her gun. I have no idea what that means, either. "You won't get mad, right?"
"I'll try not to." Sighing, I moved slightly, willing my arms to not go numb.
"It was Jinx." If Cait gripped any harder, she might shatter her gun. "She came by to be annoying."
"Did anything happen?" Words failed me. I stared at Caitlyn, mouth half open. After a few minutes, she turned again to look at me. "Well?"
"What the hell, Cupcake?"
"I asked a question. Did anything happen between you and Jinx?" What the hell do I answer to that? I can't tell her about my purple skin, she has enough to worry about without my pointless problems. Jinx saw, but she won't say anything to anybody. Also, it's not like I fucked her. That's always going to be the first thing on my 'never to-do' list.
"Sheriff!" We both jumped and Cait clicked her radio on.
"Copy."
"Suspect is on the run!"
"I got it!" Caitlyn tried to grab my jacket again, but I had already jumped over the roof. The other cops scattered as I hit the ground, the concrete caving underneath my feet. As I started charging forward, the cops that had started to chase scattered, fearful of my strength. My skin started to heat up again, and I tried to ignore it. I can't let anybody get away.
Allow me… The white hot pain flared up so badly, I blacked out, but when I regained control again, gasping heavily, I was on one knee, blood dripping onto the street. Panicking slightly, I looked around, my eyes settling on the criminal, who was laying on the floor with a broken leg. As I went to push myself up to my feet, another wave of panic settled when I saw my bare hands. The fact that they were covered in blood didn't bother me, it was the fact that they were discarded at the end of the street.
"Vi!" Still confused, I looked up at Caitlyn running over, her rifle on her back. "What happened to you?!"
"I…" Other cops started moving in, stepping carefully around my gauntlets. Cait knelt down and cupped my face. Is she… trying not to cry? "I don't know…"
"How do you not know?" She moved one hand away and moved some of my hair out of the way. "All of the blood on your face is coming from two places on your forehead." What the fuck happened? "Your arms are also cut pretty deeply." Anybody else would have gagged when they saw my skin slowly stitching itself together.
"I think I broke the guy's leg, but I'm not sure how." The other cops had gotten him up, and were reading the dazed guy his rights. As soon as he saw me staring, his eyes snapped open, and he started to freak, trying to get away from the guys that were holding him.
"Get-get that psychotic thing away from me!" Cait still had a hand on my face when the shout scared her. She turned and let go, her palms now red.
"Calm down!" He continued struggling, so they just lifted him and walked to the waiting car.
"Vi, what's happening to you?" Caitlyn asked, snapping me back to her. She was staring at me, a mix of worry and confusion on her face.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"Vi, you're covered in blood. You're not 'fine'." She started to complain as I pushed myself to my feet.
"Don't worry about it, Cait." I grinned, walking down the street to grab my gauntlets.
"Vi, listen to me." She gripped my bloody arm, and turned me around. "You can't just brush off some problems as being nothing." When we were facing each other, she gripped my other hand in hers, and started to play with my fingers, staring at them as she did so. "I'm here to help you. I want to help you." Caitlyn looked back up, meeting my eyes. "You're my closest friend, and I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Cait…"
"So come on. Tell me." She squeezed both of my hands and looked expectant. I… don't want to put any pressure on her. At all.
"I'd tell you if there was a problem, Cait." I grinned. "I learned the hard way last time about keeping stuff from you." I tried to turn away again, but her grip was strong. "I don't want to cover you in blood, y'know."
"I don't think that I'd mind." She moved a bit closer, and I started to panic. Covering her in blood isn't the only worry. What if she feels the unbearable heat on my stomach? She's used to me being cold by now, but if I feel like a fire now, she's going to know that something isn't right.
"We, uh, should probably get back to base." I grinned nervously and gently shook my hands free. "Dried blood is a bitch to wash off."
"I… suppose it is." After taking another long look at me, Cait turned and left, hands tightly balled. I may have fucked up there, but I don't want her to catch whatever I have. I care about her too much to let anything happen to her.
*banging pots and pans together* FEELS FEELS FEELS FEELS FEELS