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[JONATHON GRAYE RICHARDSON]

Tired eyes kept their stare to the television. Images ran together in a fast blur, making it impossible to pay attention. His body sat lifeless on the couch, the only way one could tell that Wink was still alive was the fact that his chest was moving. He had really over done it this time. There was no doubt that mixing Oxycontin and alcohol was a suicidal idea, but he didn't care. Hell, he didn't care about much these days. He had lost most of the things he cared about, he really screwed things up. He missed his mother, though he would never truly admit it, he really did. Most of all, he missed Elektra. Yeah, that's right. He wasn't afraid to think about how much he needed her. It was a dangerous box to open, but he ripped it apart. The only thing keeping him sane at that point was his little sister, Lucy. That beautiful angel looked after him, just like his mom used to, if not better. The roles were definitely reversed, he should have been the one looking after her, not the other way around. She was a teenager for god sake, she shouldn't have to worry about her junkie brother. But, she did.

Wink tried to pick himself up off of the couch, letting his hands support him. The second he managed to sit up, he was attacked by harsh coughing. He could feel himself choking, whether or not that was the reality of it was another matter. He quickly reached for a bottle of vodka resting on the table. Without hesitation he downed a large portion of the alcohol, washing away his dry throat. The immediate burning sensation made his jaw clench. That was definitely not a feeling he needed at the moment, but he wasn't up for drinking anything but hard liquor at the moment. He wanted something strong, something to get him through the night. The, start all over again tomorrow. Yep, that was his daily routine, well, aside from work, if you could even call it that. See, Wink was a definite slacker when it came to his job. If someone else could handle the situation, then he would let them.

With gentle movements, he grabbed a glass pipe off of the coffee table. Reaching into his pocket he fished out a zippo lighter. Holding the pipe to his lips he lit it, inhaling the last hoot. Moments later he blew out the smoke and tossed the pipe on the table. Heaving a sigh he picked himself off of the couch, digging in his pocket he grabbed a plastic bag, which was completely empty. Great. He was out of weed. Frustration washed over him as he tossed the bag on the table. Stumbling forward a few paces he made his way into the kitchen. God was he ever dizzy. Of course, that should have been a warning sign. But, like always, he ignored it.

He couldn't help but be ticked off that his supply ran out. It didn't seem like much. The worst of it all was that he would have to go to Jack. Fuck, he hated buying from Jack. He worked for him before his arrival to the asylum, longest job of his life. Well, it felt like it. He was made to do some pretty shady things, but it was his only choice. He had to start doing things himself, instead of people fighting his battles for him. So, he took it into his own hands. Bad idea. Jack changed Wink, for the worst. Before all of that he had some what of a conscious, and now, he felt like it was gone. The good side of him was slowly fading with each passing day. What was left? The man he turned himself into. The mask he hid behind, so to speak. The end result wasn't going to be pretty, he knew that much.

His eyes flicked to the contents of the fridge, scanning over the large amount of booze. With a wicked grin he reached in and pulled out a bottle of Whiskey. He leaned himself against the edge of the counter for support, popping off the lid he downed a small portion of the liquid. At that point he couldn't feel anything going down, nothing but numbness. He left the safety of the counter, moving over to the table. Minutes after he set down the bottle a feeling erupted through out his body. His head started to spin, while his vision was doubled. With quick steps he bolted to the bathroom. Falling to his knees, he bent over the toilet, letting it all out. Now this he definitely felt.

After what seemed like forever he fell back against the bathtub. Leaning his head gently against the rim he grabbed a beer bottle off the side, which he had left their earlier. Taking a large swig he finished off the bottle before throwing it against the walls opposite of him. The glass shattered instantly on impact, shards falling to the carpet. A brief chuckle escaped his lips as a sinister grin appeared. He was mad, hell he was pissed. He shouldn't have to feel this way, it wasn't his fault. Well, it was, but he wasn't about to admit it to himself. Why was everything so hard all of a sudden? Why did he have to care so much? That was his problem. If he would have just discarded her from his mind he would have been fine. Bitch. She never left him alone, even when she wasn't there. He could see her everywhere, smell her. He needed something to take his mind off of her, at least for a moment. Where the hell was Lucy?

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Perfume carried behind her like a string of lust bearing men, swirling and ensnaring more desperate mens' eyes to capture the beauty. She was never vain, nor was she one to believe she was this Goddess-like creature, but she was told she was just that by nearly all who encountered her. It bothered her, being told these things, because she never saw herself nearly as attractive as they did. Of course, she knew she was pretty, she wasn't blind, but she couldn't acknowledge the true obscene beauty she retained. It was in the palm of her hand, she was essence of it in the sense that she complimented her physical appearance well with clothing and accessories. The way she walked just oozed with confidence and power, her voice carried the lyrics of sensuality and poise. Money achieved her one thing: Perfection in the arts of professionalism and sex appeal.

Having a desk job made her days long, most of the time she just sat behind the desk doing absolutely nothing until one of the staff members requested a file of some sort. Not many people called, hardly anybody really came to visit those who they shoved into the ungodly facility. It was depressing, truly showed the heartlessness of society and how much family cared about their reputation. If she was ever sent to a place such as Xavier her parents would swear up and down that she died in a car accident, gaining the sympathy from their "friends" and therefore collecting more of a reputation. Did you hear about the Borsh's daughter? How terrible, what a waste, she was such a pretty girl. Elektra could already hear the sheltered whispers being spoken beneath the roofs of mansions and manors. Ugh.

The words of her neighbors bounced around her head like wild children as she strutted down the hall, making her way to the exit. Oh, home, or what she had to call home. It was nice to have her own place to feel free to be herself, but there was never really any freedom for someone like Elektra. I mean, being an assassin made it impossible to comprehend the word "freedom", there was always someone out there watching. They had to have sent somebody to watch both her and Seth, to make sure they didn't speak a word of the association they were dropped from. This island was their prison as much as it was the patients'.

As she mindlessly continued walking she was dragged from her state of perpetual silence by the summoning of her attention. "Elektra, I need to ask you something!" Heels locked into place, her body turning on them with a model's grace as she greeted the plump face with a smile. It was one of the guards, though he shouldn't have been one considering his weight which promised health problems. How did they expect him to catch a patient if they went running? Nonetheless, he was on duty and always took the time to drop by the desk to visit the brunette whenever his break arrived. Her eyes softened from their common hostile burn as her liquid satin voice carried "Hello, Corey. What is it that you wanted to ask me? You better not be asking me out again, remember what I told you last time?" The block's face burned brightly as he chuckled and waved his hand to reassure it wasn't about that "No, no, no, I know you don't date. I wanted to ask you if you've seen Johnny around? He hasn't been in all day and his shift started at six" Her brows burrowed at the name before her face lightened up "Oh, you mean Wink. Uhm.. no, I can't recall seeing him at all today" Lips fell into a straight line as her tone switched to a more direct and factual one "It doesn't come as a surprise that he isn't in though. He wasn't feeling very well last night during his shift, I sent him home and had Kenny finish his shift"

It was a lie blanketed in her mannerly voice, but it was partially true. Wink had been sent home early last night when Elektra found him falling about in the gymnasium holding a bottle of spiced rum and throwing basketballs. As for today, he was likely still hungover from the night before and just couldn't manage to get himself out of the house. Corey nodded his head, feigning professionalism "Oh, okay. I'll call up one of the other boys and get them to fill in for him. Tell Jo- Wink - to call in next time he's sick. He listens to you" Another smile broke across her face "Of course, I'll visit him before going home" With another nod and a shy smile, the bull trotted off in the opposite direction leaving the siren to waft back into the sea of loneliness and contentment. Oh, if only, now she was fueled with annoyance. Wink was like a damn child and she wasn't fit to be a mother.

Moments passed before she was standing before his door briskly knocking on it with a face riddled with distaste. Honestly, could he be more irresponsible and immature? It seemed like minutes had passed as she continued to knock, giving a few spare seconds to wait. With a sigh of annoyance, Elektra slipped her hand into the bedding of her bra, grabbing the key she had cut for herself for situations such as this. Wink was unaware of her being capable of just walking in whenever she wanted, but if she would have asked him he wouldn't have let her do it. He didn't know what was good for him if it slapped him in the face, she had to do it without his knowledge.

Slipping herself inside, she quietly shut the door behind her - her shoes sliding off her feet in a liquid movement. With a ghost's grace she lingered around the apartment, listening with stealthy intensity before she caught a glimpse of mumbles. Bathroom, of course he was in the bathroom. He was hungover, just like she presumed. But as soon as she planted herself in the doorway her doe eyes widened in mild horror. Slumped against the bathtub was Wink, his eyes barely open, fighting to keep sight of the tiles they were aimed at. Glass became a decoration across the room, luckily not anywhere near where he was sprawled or where Elektra had to step.

"Wink, what did you do to yourself this time?" her voice carried out in the ribbons of a mother's tone, but there was that loving tint of worry she couldn't help but let loose. Swooping down, she crouched next to him, one hand tenderly touching his cheek to turn his face toward hers while the other rested on his shoulder. Brown eyes reflected concern as she spoke slowly but not enough to seem as if she was speaking to him like he was an idiot "Wink, what did you do, I need to know so I can make you better" It wasn't just the liquor that pumped itself through his veins, she could tell by his demeanor. Even at his drunkest he was capable of standing..

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An angelic voice pulled him back, wiping away the darkness. Was it real? It couldn’t have been. His mind was playing brutal tricks on him. He was a bomb just waiting to go off. The slightest touch could end it all. Though, at that point he would have liked for it to be over. The constant fight with himself was getting tiring. He was far too weak to go to war; however his mind was just getting started. It was a one sided battle, Johnny was slowly fading. What would be left after the fight? Wink. Some might say that it wouldn’t be that bad, the old Jonathon was dull anyways. But, over the years things changed, for the worst. Wink was no longer the smooth asshole he made everyone believe he was. No. He was different. Maybe it was the alcohol, mixing violently with oxy. Maybe it was working for Jack for so long. Maybe it was the secrets he refrained from letting out. Well, whatever it was, it wasn’t good, for anyone.

His body flinched at the sudden warmth against his skin. Was he hallucinating? Fuck, maybe it wasn’t a good idea mixing so much shit together. Who knows what a messed up Wink could conjure up? Just when he thought his night had taken a violent turn, the voice crept back. This time he could make out what she was saying. He knew he hadn’t made up the scenario. Which only meant one thing? The girl he had been drinking away was closer than he thought. Her body rested only inches away. His body shivered at the mere thought. God, he missed her. As much as he hated to think about it. He didn’t want to need someone. He didn’t want to feel the sting of betrayal, not again. He knew that if he got close enough to lose her, it would kill him, literally. Which, lead to the reason why he refrained from making any drastic moves. He didn’t want to have to know what it would be like to wander through life without the constant nagging of Elektra. It was screwed up, but he loved her. He didn’t want to love her. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to forget her, especially when he knew that he could never have her. There was another man in her life, one that was far better than him. God, she deserved so much better than the shit he put her through.

He shook his thoughts, bringing himself back to the real world. With deep concentration he managed to pry open his eyes, taking in his current surroundings. A twisted smirk slithered across his lips automatically as her image came into view. Shit. How was he supposed to keep himself contained with her just sitting there? God she was so close to him. He swallowed hard before letting a soft chuckle slice through the air. ”You can’t make me better.” Make him better? Oh, if only she knew how far gone he really was. He wanted to open up to her, let her know just how fucked up he really was. She would hate him. Though, who wouldn’t? Hell, he even hated himself. Now it was too late. His eyes traveled up to hers, his expression staying the same. ”Don’t even worry about it. It’s just a little oxy.” His voice carried out in a smooth tone. ”... and vodka ... beer ... weed..” He wasn’t exactly listing the substances for Elektra’s good; he was trying to remember what he mixed.

”Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Great. Wink was coming out. ”Someone more important to see?” He was speaking the truth, at least. He didn’t want to start an argument, but Wink did. Heaving a short sigh he ripped his eyes away from the beauty before him, as hard as that was. Instantly his stare dropped to his shirt, beer and vodka staining the white fabric. His brows pulled together in a frustrated expression. He just ruined his perfectly clean shirt. Surprisingly, it pissed him off. ”Really?” His voice blurted out in a slur as laughter followed. Without thinking twice he attempted to pull his shirt off, his hands ripping the fabric from his skin. Without force he threw the shirt across the hall where the glass shattered only moments before. Green orbs traveled back to Elektra, the same sinister smirk lining his lips. ”I need a drink.” Yeah, that’s exactly what he needed. It didn’t matter how drunk the guy was, he just kept on drinking. It was a bad habit at that point. If it wasn’t clear already, he didn’t care.

He slowly picked his hand up, placing it on the tub’s ledge. Without hesitating he attempted to pick himself up, muscles flexing viciously at the force. However, his strength was no match for the substance taking over. Seconds after trying to get up he fell back to the floor. Heaving another low sigh he tilted his head in Elektra’s direction. ”Why’re you here?”

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It was painful to watch him slur and stumble for just a few spare words, his deep mint eyes struggling to keep her in his gaze. Her hands guided down to the floor as she caved into a kneel, her bones uncomfortably pressing against the rigid tile. Picking him up and carrying him wasn't an option, pulling him up and supporting his weight was realistic but would present itself as a difficult task. As most situations with Wink, Elektra failed to come to a quick decision as to what to do.

The horrifying words crawled from his lips, a toxic mix that would make any human's body a wasteland if it was a routine meal. As much as she wanted to slap him across the face and give him a piece of her mind, she felt her heart burrow into an endless crevice of pure sadness. "Why would you do this to yourself?" the sentence came out pitifully beneath her breath as doe eyes fell to the floor for a split moment. Her brief moment of complete sympathy for the intolerable boy washed clean the moment he decided to become a bastard again. "Don't you have somewhere to be? Someone more important to see?" Eyes hardened into a viper's stare and burned into his as a scowl fitted her pretty face. Tearing herself up from the ground she loomed over him, arms folded and stare still narrowed.

She watched him speechlessly as he fought with his shirt, tearing it off and revealing the hardened flesh that was hidden beneath the thin fabric. Although anger seared within her there was a moment of gawking. My god, he was beautiful to look at. Why did he have to ruin the packaging with such a arrogant filling? Shaking off her sexual lapse, Elektra denied him the opportunity to get another drink by sliding her figure in front of the door. It was a pointless action considering he wasn't even capable of getting himself up and walking, but she wanted to make him aware that she wasn't going to just leave him. His question seized the tension from her lungs and her voice carried gently across the span "Well, to be frank, because you're a complete moron and I'm the only person willing to babysit you"

A sigh lifted from her, eyes drifting over to her reflection in the mirror as she spoke just above a whisper "I don't understand why you think this is a sensible act to fix your problem with depression" before he could protest, because she damn well knew he would, she quickly clipped in "And I know you have clinical depression. You have to remember that I heavily researched your family before staying with you" Most would suggest calling a poison control center or even running to get one of the asylum's doctors to handle the situation, however, Elektra was aware that this wasn't the twenty-something year old's first idiotic stunt. He had done such acts before, many times, and every time he was up and drinking by the next morning.

Silence drove a wedge for a few seconds before the brunette heaved a sigh "Seth and I are merely friends, we've known each other for a very long time and have endured a momentous amount of horrid situations together. Please, spare yourself a few dollars and don't buy liquor to deal with your seething jealousy" It was odd for her to be so direct about a subject that neither of them had spoken about. Actually, Wink never once mentioned he had any interest in her besides maybe a one night stand. There was just something in the way he had been acting since Seth became a part in the picture that made everything register in Elektra's mind. He was jealous of Seth, which had to mean he had some remote feelings for her whether or not he recognized them.

"You honestly think I'm entirely oblivious to the fact that both of you are scraping like dogs over me? I was an assassin, noticing even the smallest gestures is something I was trained for" Lashes guarded her vision before revealing the sad state that Wink was in. A frown painted along her lips before she out stretched a arm and fluttered her fingers suggesting to him to grab a hold of her hand. "I'm not letting you sleep in the bathroom, no matter how much of a neanderthal you are"

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Deep green eyes locked onto hers, his expression remaining the same. ”Like you care.” His venomous words were shortly followed by intoxicated laughter. Being in the state that he was, he couldn't really tell if the female was being sincere or not. Of course, given their past together, he had a strong feeling that she was only doing her job. God, she drove him insane. Why the hell did he have to have feelings for her? There were plenty of females that he could have went for, ones whom would gladly return the feelings. But no, his heart betrayed him by going for the enemy. No matter how hard he tried to forget her, drown her memory in alcohol, nothing worked. It was no use, for her image had been forever burned into his brain. That said a lot, seeing as how he had a knack for recalling bits of information, sort of like having a photographic memory. His intelligence had screwed him over once again. Though, that seemed to have been happening a lot less lately. Yes, he could still remember important facts and solve nearly impossible mathematical equations, however, there was a part of him slowly fading away. Call it his identity, the cause of his very being. That considerate gentleman that he was once, the intelligent, caring man was quickly becoming replaced by his alter ego. Jonathon was slowly dying.

After ripping his shirt off out of frustration, he locked eyes back onto Elektra, her words only annoying him further. ”I can take care of myself.” In his mind he was fully capable of doing so, especially since he had been doing it for so long. She had no right to just step in and take over, he never asked for her help. Before he could really say anything further, he noticed her change of position, moving herself closer to the door. Was she seriously trying to block him in the bathroom? Even though he was intoxicated, he had no problem in forcing his way out if necessary. He was about to make an effort to lift himself up, though her words caught his attention before he could do so. Oh great, here came the depression speech. The male had heard it multiple times, mostly from his mother. It was always the same, pleading for him to stop, to give up his ways and get help before it was too late. Wink never really took it too seriously, he wasn't about to listen to anyone other than himself. If he wanted to drink his life away, he was going to do so, depressed or not. ”You don't know anything about me.” His voice carried through the air in a low tone, slightly louder than a whisper. In a way, he spoke the truth.

Silence broke through the room for the first time, setting Wink a little on edge. He flicked his eyes from the brunette, placing his stare to the ground. How could he have let things get so messed up? His life used to be perfect before Elektra came into the picture. The most he had to worry about back then was keeping up with his alcohol stock. He used to be able to sleep with various woman without feeling a sense of guilt. Now, everything was different. His drinking seemed to have picked up, as well as his substance abuse. It didn't make any sense, at least not to him. Then again, Wink had have endured actual feelings for another individual. It may have been hard to believe, but within his entire life, Elektra was the first girl that he could honestly say he loved. Now, coming to admit such a thing was definitely out of the question. The male needed to force it into his brain that she meant nothing to him, she was just another girl he wanted to screw. Why would he want to do such a thing? He wanted strongly to believe that he was afraid of commitment, afraid to get close to another human being. However, there was more to it than just that. He was terrified of falling in love, he didn't want to get close to someone, fearing that they would somehow leave. Most of all, he was afraid of hurting Elektra.

The male couldn't help but scoff at her words. ”Well, aren't you full of yourself.” By that point the darker side of his personality seemed to be taking over, the asshole was in charge now. ”What makes you think that I would ever be interested in someone like you?” His tone grew slightly rougher as he spoke, words followed by laughter. ”You're no different from all the other girls. Just a rich piece of ass.” Lies. ”Seth can have you. Shit, you two deserve each other.” Even though his words spoke the complete opposite, he was clearly hurting inside. Though he managed to keep his emotions under control, his eyes betrayed him, sorrow gleaming within their glossy state. His breathing seemed to pick up, heart beating faster than normal. He neglected to reach for her hand, not wanting to look weaker than he already did. Swallowing hard, the male lifted his body from the ground, muscles rippling as he winced in pain. Despite the hurt searing through his body, he managed to make it to his feet, hand gripping the counter for support. He brought his stare back up to the female, who seemed to be a lot closer to him than he had remembered. Wink clenched his jaw, entire body aching to take her right there. No, he had to resist the temptation. He wasn't going to let himself hurt her...was he?

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