Who: Jack Landors and Charlie What: An attempt to feel again. when:After the hospital Where: Jack's place, then Charlie's. Warnings: violence, angst, the start of red against red. Rating: TBA but probably high.
He let out a sigh. This whole thing was killing him. He used to be so full of hope and light, and now all he saw was the dark. It didn't help when he came home to the shared double room of his and Z's that it was empty. That he was greeted by darkness, and he didn't bother to turn on the lights. Why should he, it was just him. He didn't deserve light. Light was meant for people like Kira, Buffy, and Z. People who weren't so easily manipulated and used. He thought he loved her. He felt dirty. Charlie..and in some twisted way she was right, he had fallen. He couldn't contain her when he should have because he was caught in her unspoken spell the first time she laid cold eyes on him. There were roses on his bed. He didn't even need to look at the card to know who they were from..Kira. Numbness washed over him. He really should have looked at it. He was afraid to find words like it's over written on the back. He couldn't handle that right now. So he crossed to the bathroom instead and everything felt surreal.
He leaned over the sink. Even now as he stared at the mirror he saw her face. His failure like an obsession. He took a breath and it felt like nails on a chalk board because he could her her voice. Mocking and reminding how weak he'd been, until he couldn't take it anymore. His hand squeezed into a fist and thrust it into the glass. It cracked and shattered into the sink and washed away as he turned on the water and watched it with empty eyes. Where he should have felt pain or shock, he felt nothing. Blood run down his arm and he pulled it away and turned his back to the mirror. Peter said he should sleep. He probably should have at least tried. But he couldn't until he could force her out of his mind. Out of his head.
Jack passed by his bed and snatched a small assortment of weapons from his desk and left his room, pulling on his SPD uniform. He left open the door to his room and headed for Charlie's roof. She wanted him to come find her. But when he did she would regret it, this wasn't a social call. There would be no more mistakes.