Welcome To The Dark Side (Part II)

"You're right... You should just untie me and run, you bitch."

Perhaps later, when Jacob had more of his wits about him and he was more like his normal self, he would be surprised at his language and the way he was treating Alexia. She might have deserved it for killing Lenn for all he knew, and it might have even been appropriate given the circumstances, but it was still very much unlike him to act with such hostility. It would seem that, when put to the test, the ideals of nonviolence and emotional temperance could not exactly hold up against the pressure of anger and surging emotion.

Jacob was so close to just snarling and lashing out at the woman like a chained dog. He struggled against his restraints, the memory of Lenn falling to the ground fueling his sadness-turned-anger. Even in his most heated moments, Jacob had never glared death and destruction as he did in that chair.

"You're wrong! Lenn is still alive! She's tough like that!"

Denial was in full force as he nearly popped his wrists trying to get out of the chair. What he would do once he did get was a mystery, but there was little doubt that it was going to be bad.

His thrashing and struggling was dulled with the weight of the red head on his lap. Under better circumstances, the moment would have been of a very different flavor. But Jacob was hardly in the mood, to say the least. He tried jumping his hips to buck her off and leaned his head back, trying to put any distance he could between Alexia and himself as she yanked open his shirt. But it was to no avail. Her position of power forced him into a kiss.

Chastising a part of his body for misreading the signals, Jacob struggled and managed to pull his head away with a gasp. He spit messily onto the ground and looked up at Alexia again.

"Get the fuck off me! Or I swear to god I'll just break something to get out and show you how I really feel, missy! And hey, I might not even use my sword if you do it RIGHT NOW!"

Any other time, Jacob might have seen through Alexia's little game. At any other time, Jacob was an intelligent and savvy man who could think through someone's behaviors and words to parse out their motives. He was hardly a psychoanalyst or an observer of Holmes-ian proportions, but he probably could have seen the fact that she was getting off on his anger and hate. In fact, her behavior would have seemed quite similar to that of a sadistic bully, in that reactions were their life blood. If he could have remained calm and NOT given her what she wanted, the situation might have been different.

But this was normal Jacob she was dealing with. The Jacob that thrashed beneath her, and even looked to be like he was going bite her, was a man driven past what he thought his limits were. He had walked through a building showing the worst of the world and watched his love get shot dead. Now was not the time for reason.

"... Better to get killin' me then, cause as long as I'm alive you ain't safe and neither is he..."

He would have been foaming at the mouth if he had any idea of how to do that. When his wrists became sore from tugging he tried his legs, only to find that they were tied to the legs of the chair he was sitting on. He was restrained well and good, with his arms behind his back and his leg splayed apart, probably just so Alexia could feel him up with her foot.

The game she was playing was obvious, and Jacob should have known that. She was riling him up for her own pleasure, and in his anger he was only too willing to play along. He nearly jumped at her with every word she said.

"She's NOT dead dammit!"

His head lunged forward like he was trying to throw himself at her.

"She's not! And we're both gonna bust outta here!"

He felt a sickened mix in his head and stomach as anger and sadness collided.

"We're gonna get outta here! Put you and Chase under! Free all those girls out there! Then finally get Lenn her own freedom! You'll see!"

"Whatever! Argue the semantics if you want! We're gettin' out of here and then you'll be sorry!"

No matter how much Jacob devolved when overcome with emotion and teetering on the edge of cognizance, he was still an educated man and it showed through slightly with his word usage. It was strange hearing him use such language in a manner more befitting a yelling teenager or upset child. It was just easy for him to slip back into such mannerisms when everything was stripped away and he was pushed to the brink. He even briefly contemplated spitting on Alexia just for talking about Lenn's shooting again.

The little box she had been carrying around held none of his interest until she opened up and produced the contents. It took less than a second for Jacob to understand what it was, or may have been, and what she intended to do with it. He struggled harder.

"Don't you dare! Get that shit away from me!"

He fought up until the very last second, struggling and gritting his teeth at Alexia even as she raised the syringe and put into his neck. He stiffened from the pain and sensation of the liquid going into his veins. He roared through gritted teeth, fighting every single drop.

"You! You bitch!"

His breathing intensified and sped up for a few moments as he struggled against the drug like it mattered. His mind was racing, doing everything it could to remain lucid and clear, reminding himself that it was a drug and nothing he was feeling was real. But then his breathing slowed and he loosened up in the chair, slouching, as his body was overtaken with a euphoric feeling. Through it all he was muttering about how it wasn't real, and trying to rationalize the physiological effects, to no avail.

Even as he knew that it was all a product of the drug, he slipped into the nice warm feeling it provided. It was like a hug from the inside and he lulled his head back as his arousal from earlier finally found the opportunity to make a come back. With nothing on his mind and not a care in the world, his body was simply free to react and be.

Jacob had no idea how long he floated in that wonderful haze without a care or thought in the world. A few thoughts slipped into his head, then back out. But each time the thoughts came back with more intensity, and stayed longer. Slowly he was taken over by the thoughts and, most of all, the memory of Lenn getting shot.

His breath picked up again and he sat back up so fast that he almost dislodged his shoulders as he just yelled at Alexia. There was fire and tears in his eyes as he was completely overcome with grief and rage. Nothing else existed, only the passion and heat of those emotions.

"YOU FUCKIN' C***!!! I'LL SLICE YOUR FUCKIN' HEAD OFF!!! I'LL CASTRATE ALL THOSE LECHES OUT THERE!!! I'LL GET YOU ALL FOR WHAT YOU DID TO LENN!!!"

This time, Jacob literally did snap at Alexia, the sound of his clacking teeth echoing off the walls of the tiny room, which itself was still reverberating from his previous tirade.

"I'LL CUSS ALL I WANT YA GINGER BITCH!!!"

Maybe if Alexia had taken advantage of Jacob while he was still euphoric, she could have indulged herself. Also, had Jacob not already been in a sour mood when she injected it, she might have had her fun. Drugs were unpredictable like that, always doing some weird when emotions were high. As it stood now, Liquid Dream only served to give Jacob a moment's peace before tearing down what little walls he had left and unleashing the very thing Jacob hoped to never be under any circumstances.

Jacob was cool, collected, and thoughtful. He was a man who always strives to not only be good, but do good by the world when others fell prey to lesser means. The Jacob that was slowly breaking the chair he sat in was the monster within all men that he hoped to combat through education and understanding.

He hardly heard anything she had to say as he thrashed and bucked in the chair even more than he was before, wobbling the entire chair in the process. It was only a minute or so after she left that he fell over entirely. Crashing into the floor provided the last bit of force needed for him tear the arms of the seat. Flailing like an angry animal, he tore himself out of his restraints and kicked the remains of the chair to the far corners of the room before rushing to grab his sword.

Just before he left, breathing heavily and looking like something between a dog in heat and a dog with rabies--what with ALL of his emotions running high--he looked at the remaining cartridges. There was a moment of thought amid the red mist of his mind, and in that moment he pocketed the cartridges before kicking the door down and stepping out into the hallway, looking everywhere for... anyone.

"Where are ya?! Come get what you deserve! What you ALL DESERVE!!!"

"Don't touch me, shithead!"

Jacob yanked his shoulder away the moment the man touched him, and replied with a swift to punch to the side of his face. It was the hardest Jacob had ever hit someone. Ever. His fist impacted the guard and sent him reeling while his partner immediately lunged at Jacob. For his troubles, the second guard was smacked across the face with Jacob's sheathed sword, knocking him out instantly. And just as his unconscious body hit the floor, the bigger man was rushing back and swinging. Jacob was hit and he immediately tasted blood in his mouth.

"Fuckin' get down!"

Yelling through bloodied teeth, Jacob kicked the man in the gut, giving him an opening to finish him off with a good haymaker. Both men were on the ground now and Jacob was already stomping off out of the room.

The speed he had shown with his sword was not at all present now. In his rage and still reeling from his first dose of Liquid Dream, Jacob had lost the serenity he needed to access his graceful, searing speed. All that was left was just fists and adrenaline. Even as his hand was white-knuckling with the grip on his sword, it was almost like he was not even aware of its presence. But that blow to the head had cleared it up a little, and he weighing his sword in his hand once more.

Another door fell to his kick and he stepped into the hallway, men were already there and drawing their weapons. As he watched them, Jacob did something he thought he never would in that moment: he smiled.

The men did not hesitate, they fired their first volley of shots at Jacob. The lock on Jacob's sword clicked open and the next thing anyone knew, his arm was a blur and a multitude of gashes were appearing all over the walls and ceiling. There was a moment of silence as he stopped, followed by the tinkling of cut bullets hitting the ground. Holding his sword out toward the men, Jacob stared down his blade at them with a bloodied smile.

"... No more warnings. Get out of my way..."