Hostile Seven! Yay!

What's Kevin's problem?

Let's find out!

Mia-Teresa-Davenport: "Please don't shoot me!"

AllAmericanSlurp: Ask Kevin, and that whole statement is right. Ask me, and he likes to whine, but that's about it.

ShyMusic: Of course, it escalated. Douglas remembers Krane all too well. :3

DarkestKing: This is why imps don't like people.

So let's do this! Hellcat?

"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."

"Take one of those and two of these, then watch the walls begin to breathe. I can taste the color of the lights...I like this everlasting pill 'cause time itself is standing still! Why's the room still spinning just the same?..."

Nickelback, "Million Miles an Hour"

"It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her."

Charlotte Featherstone, Addicted (Addicted #1)

Douglas

"I have a problem..." Kevin trailed off, looking down.

"Thirty seconds," Douglas reminded him, narrowing his eyes. He was glad he could act so well. Judging by Kevin's reaction, Douglas looked as dangerous as he felt when he learned that Kevin had betrayed them. However, underneath that protective anger was a sea of lamentation and a strong desire to just know why. Kevin was the best thing that happened in his love life since his fiancé died years ago. He was perfect: Sweet, a bit of an odd ball, clever as hell and twice as handsome.

It wasn't fair.

When he got home, he'd have to talk to the Gods about messing with his love life. It wouldn't do any good - They'd just do Their own thing, anyways - but it might help ease the pain in his chest and the tears stinging the corners of his eyes. Hell, he knew he'd cry when he finally shot Kevin. He just wasn't going to break down in front of anybody else.

"Dougie, dear, I've never really told anybody this before," Kevin mumbled, looking ashamed.

Think of the kids, Douglas thought. This man almost got Chase and Leo killed, even if he let them go. Douglas pressed the pistol's muzzle harder against Kevin's temple. "Twenty-nine, twenty-eight-"

"Dougie-"

"Twenty-four, twenty-three-"

Kevin's eyes widened. "You skipped some, asshole!"

"I'm getting impatient," Douglas snapped. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Kevin's response was quiet. "You'll look down on me even more."

"Who cares?" Douglas pointed at his gun with his free hand. "You're dying anyways. My opinion won't affect you in about fifteen seconds."

"You were just at twenty!"

"Ten, nine, eight-"

Kevin was pleading now, his hands shaking more than usual. "Douglas, please-"

"Five, four-"

Fearful tears were running down his cheeks now. "Please don't do this! I need enough time to get the words right!"

"Three, two-"

"I'm addicted to speed!"

"So? Me, too. I like to race school buses," Douglas growled. "I never wanted to kill someone because of it."

"Not that," Kevin muttered. "Amphetamines."

It took Douglas a few seconds to digest this information. Kevin was a drug addict? Since when? "Pills?"

"Pills," Kevin confirmed, looking at the floor.

Douglas' mind was suddenly crowded with questions, thoughts and even long lectures about how drug use was dangerous. However, one thought dominated them all. "You didn't tell me this because..."

"It's not an easy thing to admit," Kevin huffed.

"Why not? I like alcohol, stealing and picking fights with random people on the streets," Douglas snorted. "See? It's easy to admit things."

Kevin sighed. "Just because something's easy for you doesn't mean that it's easy for everybody."

Douglas ignored the statement. "And what does that even have to do with Hunters?"

"They give me pills in exchange for information and spotting demons for them," he explained quietly. "I hate it, but I can't stop."

"You sold the kids out for a small amount of *pills?*" When Kevin nodded, his cheeks reddening more, Douglas pinched the bridge of his nose. "How much do you even use, huh? Are all those anxiety symptoms just withdrawal?"

"I do have an anxiety problem," Kevin hissed. "But the shaking is withdrawals. I try to time it right so that I'm not tweaked anymore on our dates and I can go as long as possible without craving another hit."

Douglas set his jaw. "You used it before we went out?"

"I use it a few times a day," Kevin confessed sheepishly.

A few times a day? Jesus, he was on the fast track to overdosing one day. Some of Douglas' anger gave way to concern. He brushed some hair out of his eyes - he really should have spiked his hair back up before storming over to Kevin's apartment - and sighed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Tears started running down Kevin's cheeks. "I didn't want you to know that I'm too weak to stop. I hate it, but I need it. I can't get through a day without it."

In the back of his mind, Douglas knew that he should shoot Kevin and just be done with it, but his murderous rage dissipated immediately when Kevin said that. Maybe it was because of how pitiful he looked down on his knees with his hands up, shaking more than usual. Maybe it was that Douglas' love for Kevin finally overrode his fit of anger. Whatever the reason, Douglas realized that this wasn't a man hell-bent on destroying demons. He was just a drug addict that was desperately looking for his next hit, and the Hunters were taking advantage of it.

Not that it was okay. Not by a long shot.

But Douglas knew he couldn't pull the trigger any longer. He sighed and lowered the pistol, causing Kevin to flinch and attempt to choke back an alarmed whimper. Instead, Douglas crouched down in front of Kevin and gently raised Kevin's chin with a couple of fingers to look him in the eyes. "You're not weak. You're addicted. There's a difference. Listen, do you want out from under the Hunter's thumb?"

Kevin nodded vigorously, sniffling.

"Then you need to get clean," Douglas responded. "I can help you with that, but you have to help us."

"With what?" Kevin asked, wiping at his eyes.

Douglas grinned a bit at the irony. "Information about those Hunters."

Kevin was quiet for a second before nodding. "And you won't kill me?"

Douglas thought about it for a second before shaking his head. "No."

"But you're probably going to break up with me, aren't you?"

Douglas winced slightly, unsure of the answer. "We'll have to talk about that later, but whatever happens, you're going to stay far away from the house and kids until I know you can be trusted. Got it?"

Kevin nodded. "But you're still going to help me get clean, right?"

"Yes."

Kevin nodded, throwing his arms around Douglas' neck. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Douglas scratched Kevin's back gently with a sigh. He just had to be a sucker for a lovely face.

"There's no wrong time to make the right decision."

Dalton McGuinty

"Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection."

Lady Gaga

Chase

It was well past midnight by the time Douglas got home. Normally, I wouldn't have stayed up to wait for him, but his pistol had disappeared with him.

It was my hope that he shot Kevin with it. Solve that problem really fast.

However, when Douglas finally got home, he didn't smell like blood or death. I sighed, lowering my ears. "He's still alive, then?"

Douglas nodded, pulling the magazine out of his pistol and setting both in a desk drawer, locking them up. "But he's not coming near any of you guys again."

I growled. "That's it? That's all you did? Threaten him?"

Douglas shot me a look that made me bite down any rant I was about to start. "He's not a threat. He's just bring taken advantage of. I'm working on ending that. But you don't know what I do, so don't start judging him now." He pulled a small bag of what looked like random medicine from his pocket and threw the pills into his trash can.

I didn't know why he'd throw away perfectly good medication, but whatever. Instead, I growled again. "What's to stop him from coming here again?"

"A shotgun with his name on it," Douglas muttered.

"Good God, would you two shut the hell up?" Oly snapped from her spot on Douglas' pillow, not even bothering to open her eyes.

"Shut up, Oly," Douglas responded, earning a wince from her. "Besides, with Kevin still alive, we get this." He pulled a paper out of his pocket, unfolding it. "Remember when you told me to listen to Yosemite Sam?"

"I still don't know what that is," I huffed.

"It's a numbers station," Douglas explained. "According to Kevin, the Hunters use it to pass orders along. And *this-*" he waved the paper - "is the key for the past two months and the next two months. We'll be able to track their movements."

Huh, a drug addict. Who saw that coming?

Not you, Mia. You saw it coming.

Anywho, that's it for this chapter. So feel free to review. Or don't. Meh.

And enjoy.

*Bows and exits*