IF EVERYTHING SEEMS UNDER CONTROL__________________________
_______________YOU'RE NOT GOING FAST ENOUGH.
It felt hot. Granted back home the hot was never really something that needed worrying over, there was cloudy, not cloudy, and cold. He was beginning to regret that he was wearing pants today, though it wasnít as if he had anything else. This was different though, it felt to Mason like an unearthly heat that was coming from inside him rather than the sun. Occasionally there was a sudden chill that would shake his body reminding him that there was a breeze today. Today. Today was a long day. For Mason there were now short days a long days. Short days consisted of days which he was allowed to just stay in his room and attempt to sleep through the chills and shakes until the day was over. He didnít eat much on short days; in fact it was rare for him to leave his room. Long days meant that for whatever reason, class or another test, he would have to leave his room and venture out into the world. Another breeze hit snapping him out of his thoughts which were consumed with thoughts of when it could all be over. Only now did he notice his hand was shaking. He shook his hand, attempting to shake the chills out of him, his hand becoming a blur. Since arriving on the island the agency had taken an interest in making sure Mason stayed clean. This meant that they were regularly testing his blood and making sure he didnít have anything in his system. So even if he had been able to smuggle something on the island they would know. He had never felt like this before, had never thought of what he did as an addiction, but this was the proof.
His eyes darted around never resting, seemingly unable to stay still. He was taking in everything from his surroundings but not much of it was being processed. This was probably what he hated most about what was happening to him, Mason was used to thinking on his feet but at this moment his body was moving too fast for his mind to catch up. This was the reason he had started in the first place, he just wanted to feel normal from time to time. And now that he had become dependent the withdraw was leaving him in worse shape than normal. This is what they had wanted, to see the potential of his ability, see what he could do without trying to drug himself back into a mundane existence. He thought about going for a run, time seemed slower when he did. He looked down at his plate. He may not have been hungry, but there was one thing he learned growing up; you never waste food. Mason stood and walked over to a table. He wasnít fond of the idea of having company, but his darting eyes had noticed the hut was under repair and so the benches were flooded with people. He noticed a table was only one girl who seemed preoccupied with her nails. Ordinarily the grass would have seemed a better location, but he had a history with people who were like her and they tended to leave people like him alone. She shoved her plate away straight into his. "Oh, I didn't see you."
He didnít mind much, it wasnít her fault. He was fast, even though he had just been walking if she had been paying attention he very well could have seemed as if he appeared from nowhere. "Let me fix that."
She seemed panicked as if she couldnít get her chicken away fast enough. He sat down still looking at her, but the look didnít hold Mason could never keep anything still.
As he sat, he said nothing. He thought about telling her it was alright but he didnít want to speak too quickly and by the time he felt it was okay to speak it seemed like too much time had passed. So he just ate instead. He watched her as she cursed to herself and glared daggers at cup of water, but he had no room to judge, he was pretty sure he was still shaking. "I need ice,"
It was abrupt after all the cursing for her to address him. "Mind my seat will you? I'll be back."
It wasnít the bag that gave it away, instead it was the fact that she left her cup behind to go and get ice. He grabbed the cup and went after her, more curious than actually in the mood to help. Thatís when he saw her. In a crowd of shrubbery sticking the needle into her arm, and he was dumbfounded, though the expression disappeared quickly. He felt sick by how excited it made him, seeing it made his heart race. He barely noticed he was moving closer until she heard him and turned to see him standing there. She tossed the needle away and he felt his heart ache for a moment. "I can explain, I really can,"
Explain what? He wasnít really sure why this girl was so anxious and afraid, but he was one to talk about being anxious. "It's not what you think, I swear to you, I'm just - I - it's -"
For someone who had just taken drugs she was still pretty uppity. "It's alrecht."
He tried to sound calm and reassuring but he was a fast talker and just had to hope his voice could be soothing even if it couldnít be calm. "Please, don't tell anyone. It really is nothing. They're - they're just my meds."
It was the desperation in her voice that finally made everything click, and if it hadnít there was always the fact that the surroundings were turning into Greenland to help nudge on his suspicions. She was a synthetic. He tried not to be so disappointed by the thought and instead thought of her. "Am'no gonnae say naethin'."
It was all he could think of to say, damn it, he was normally good with words.
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NOTES__ Mine wasn't pretty enough. I had to make it pretty like yours!
Hope you enjoy the way he speaks, expect nothing less from my characters!!!
I shall make you constantly decipher anything they say MUAHAHA!
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