Ok guys. I felt bad for leaving y'all for so long so I am giving you another chapter. Should I go for three? Or am I rushing it?
It wants my soul it wants my heart.
The team sat in silence as they were about to hear Eliot turn for real this time. It was quiet except for the telltale signs of the hitter breathing and walking. However, once Eliot stopped and his breath quickened, the team seemed to hold their breath. Then the screams came. At first, the screams seemed strained and muffled, like... Like Eliot was fighting the beast inside him from coming out. Then they grew to inhuman noises of half torture half enjoyment. Hardison didn't even make it through the first one before he was in the bathroom, losing the contents from his stomach. Sophie broke too as she went upstairs, tears streaming down her face the whole way. Nate and Parker held it through though, long enough to hear the bones start to crack and after what seemed like ages, the terrifying sound of a wolf howl. This is not fake. Nate turned off the feed and got up, heading for his kitchen. He needed to scrub that sound from his mind. He remembered the hospital, how Eliot was then. They didn't tell him but they had to keep him highly sedated. However, he didn't lie when he said Sophie persuaded not to have restraints. Nate knew Eliot had a rough past, so he knew that the hitter had likely been tortured at one point. Any restraints could possibly set him off, bring back unwanted memories. However, he couldn't keep them from sedating him. Oh Nate should've seen it coming, but how was he to know? The thrashing and yelling and... That was the night Eliot was... Oh god it makes sense now. Nate remembered seeing the convulsing figure on the bed, frantic and pain filled eyes darting around, savage and pleading, yelling for the pain to end. Eliot never begged, Nate knew that. Oh god, he was glad he was the only one that saw that, glad he took up the role of the nurse instead of one of the others. Just imagining Parker seeing their hitter like that... No. Nate just thought it was a fever or a reaction to the rabies shot, but oh god... It was the bite. How much would it change their hitter? Would Eliot become out of control? Nate didn't want Eliot to know that he doubted his... What? Reliability? Capability? Mindset? Control? Control. That's what it was. It was lost at the hospital. He didn't want Eliot to know how he reacted to the sedatives and just how much it took to put him under. The hitter was dangerous, but he was Eliot and he had changed. Hopefully. No, what was he thinking? He knew now that Eliot was changed from the man he had chased years ago. Ugh, there were so many things pestering his already confused mind. He looked over to the very still thief, who had yet to take her eyes off of the black screen. He needed a drink.