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Adam Morgan
Adam stared at the pretty woman, sure that she was looking back at him, even smiling. When she spoke to him, he barely recognised her voice - it didn't carry its usual menace, but came out unexpectedly gentle. Rather than answer her question he continued to gaze at her, his vision slipping in and out of focus so that any details he noticed of her features were quickly lost again. By the time Gideon responded to him, Adam had forgotten what they were talking about.
"Let go," he echoed softly as he tried to follow the man's words. The room around him had become a blur and he let his eyes close, forgetting all about the woman for now. It seemed easy to let go of what he had once believed and known when the contents of his weary mind were becoming harder and harder to hold onto, rapidly being replaced with every word that Gideon spoke. The isolation and torture that he had suffered in the last three weeks had done its part in disconnecting him from the outside world and at this stage he was feeling detached from everyone and everything, from his past feelings for Mallory and the Armstrongs to the comfort of his family home. Those memories didn't seem to belong to him anymore.
At mention of his father, Adam's eyes opened once more and he found himself facing the man, who now sat behind the desk. "Yessir," he slurred, with a slight nod. Doing his late father proud was the only thing he was still sure he wanted. Gideon then told him he was destined to be at the forefront of a revolution and that he would be playing an important role in taking down the Porter family. Adam didn't have the energy to ask further questions, but the man's demands didn't stir any anxiety or doubt in him. The struggle to stay conscious left him no room to feel any fear."You've got it...brother," he uttered, closing his eyes again as the room began to sway about him. Blood continued to pulse from his open wound and any more words were lost on him for the loud, heavy pounding in his head. A sudden rush of nausea rose up in him and he grimaced, curling his fingers around the tips of the chair's arms in one last attempt to stay upright. But it was in vain - his injuries had got the better of him and he fell forwards, his chair skidding out from underneath him as he hit the floor, already unconscious.
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Enzyme Gideon
Bellz Minnie
Adam stared at the pretty woman, sure that she was looking back at him, even smiling. When she spoke to him, he barely recognised her voice - it didn't carry its usual menace, but came out unexpectedly gentle. Rather than answer her question he continued to gaze at her, his vision slipping in and out of focus so that any details he noticed of her features were quickly lost again. By the time Gideon responded to him, Adam had forgotten what they were talking about.
"Let go," he echoed softly as he tried to follow the man's words. The room around him had become a blur and he let his eyes close, forgetting all about the woman for now. It seemed easy to let go of what he had once believed and known when the contents of his weary mind were becoming harder and harder to hold onto, rapidly being replaced with every word that Gideon spoke. The isolation and torture that he had suffered in the last three weeks had done its part in disconnecting him from the outside world and at this stage he was feeling detached from everyone and everything, from his past feelings for Mallory and the Armstrongs to the comfort of his family home. Those memories didn't seem to belong to him anymore.
At mention of his father, Adam's eyes opened once more and he found himself facing the man, who now sat behind the desk. "Yessir," he slurred, with a slight nod. Doing his late father proud was the only thing he was still sure he wanted. Gideon then told him he was destined to be at the forefront of a revolution and that he would be playing an important role in taking down the Porter family. Adam didn't have the energy to ask further questions, but the man's demands didn't stir any anxiety or doubt in him. The struggle to stay conscious left him no room to feel any fear."You've got it...brother," he uttered, closing his eyes again as the room began to sway about him. Blood continued to pulse from his open wound and any more words were lost on him for the loud, heavy pounding in his head. A sudden rush of nausea rose up in him and he grimaced, curling his fingers around the tips of the chair's arms in one last attempt to stay upright. But it was in vain - his injuries had got the better of him and he fell forwards, his chair skidding out from underneath him as he hit the floor, already unconscious.
Interactions
Enzyme Gideon
Bellz Minnie