Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "You're way too young to be broken" from prompt list 18?
It’s the Rev that makes you lose your shit. There’s a very powerful connection to Troubles and trauma and that man, he’s done unspeakable things to you. It’s everything Dwight can do not to murder him everytime he lays eyes on him. The worst part is that if he tried to exorcize ‘the demon’ out of you as a child how many others are there that Dwight doesn’t know about.
It’s the taste of Ozone that alerts Dwight to the problem, the sharp tang stings his tongue as you dart up the steps and inside the funeral home. Your hands are tucked into your pockets but he would bet his life that the static is sparking like crazy.
When you get into the Sky Room you can see it’s been re-decorated. The walls were painted a duck egg blue that complimented the glass pane that was fixed into the ceiling over a gorgeous, backlit display of a white clouds set against a crisp blue sky. It’s one of the chapels of rest, thankfully an empty one for now.
Your vision tunnels; your legs quiver as you put your hand on the wall for balance.
You can’t breathe, you can’t fucking breathe.
The pressure in your chest is getting worse, the lightning in your veins was zinging through your nerve endings like a pin pong ball, searching for an outlet. Your knees buckle, sending you crashing down onto the beige carpeted floor. It feels soft underneath your palms as you close your eyes, trying to draw in a breath.
The final cable of your control snapped. Your ears pop, a rush of noise assaulting your senses as the deluge of power forces its way out of your body. The air crackles, your mouth filled with metal as the current grips you, releasing streaks of gold that emanate from you skin. Shards of glass explode from a vase of flowers, singed petals erupt into the air like a flurry of snowflakes. The spotlights above flicker, flashing like strobe lights as the power drained from your body.
It hurts like hell, like there’s someone driving a thousand tiny needles into your flesh. The static ricochets through your bones, your teeth grinding together as a low whine tearing from your throat.
There’s was a relief to the agony. The sensation of emptiness swelling deep within you as you draw in your first breath in what seems like an eternity.
The door swings open, Nathan barrelling through. You can’t speak, can’t warn him. You stick out a hand to ward him off because the electricity is still live.
Dwight’s hand shoot out, grasping Nathan’s arm and hurling him out of the way before he can take more than a few steps.
‘Don’t touch her!’ He tells Nathan as he yanks him back. ‘She’s dangerous right now.’
‘He’s right,’ You say finally, your throat raw. You can feel the current starting to ebb away but it’s still there, still vengeful, still violent.
Nathan hovers before Dwight tips his head towards the kitchen he saw on the way in.
‘Go get her a bottle of water and something sugary to eat.’ He says before stepping inside the room and shutting the door quietly behind him. He crouches down alongside of you staying just shy of the electric field as you sank back onto your knees. Your eyes meet and you remember the last time this had happened around him, how calm he’d been, how reassuring. Your hands come to settle on your thighs as you take a deep breath and then another.
‘It’s getting worse, isn’t it?’ He says as he looks at the shards of glass embedded in the carpet. ‘It was never as bad as this before.’
‘Yea.’ You say shakily as you use the back of your hand to wipe away the sweat from your brow. ‘It is.’
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