manorplayer_m (manorplayer_m) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-11-09 15:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | trevor, vision |
Finnegan Begin Again -- Vision and Trevor, Vision's Office (closed)
"Sit down, son." Vision gestured at the chair. "Take a load off."
Trevor sat. His guts were tied tighter than a virgin's bikini strings. He linked his fingers together, pressed them between his knees to hide the shaking.
He wondered if it would hurt.
But what could hurt worse than this? Knowing he'd fucked up his life so bad?
"I just want it all back. The way it was before."
Vision nodded, sympathetic. "Of course you do, son. Of course. And all I need is your guarantee that you'll...be available...for whatever I might need from you. Now or in the future. Or even after that."
Vision's grin was something dark and terrible; the taste of bitter fear coated Trevor's tongue, and darkness poked at him with slender, spidery fingers.
But he nodded. "Yes. Whatever you need, take it. You can have it. I just want my wife back. My life back."
"Fine." Vision sat back in his chair. "It's done. Now go on, kid, get out of here, you're starting to wear my nerves."
Trevor stood, waiting to feel different, but he didn't. He held out his hand to Mr. Vision, who didn't take it. Then he went out of the office and went home...
...hoping when he got there things would be back to how they'd been before.