𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 ,

𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡. 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐢 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍 ... written by lissi.

#𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬: timesoak , repatriat, blacktears.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. there was nothing but violence between them but, as always, in all of the rot and hurt higgs knew how to find the love, twist it so it tasted close enough to violence and they were interwoven. every violence done upon him by sam’s fist felt like a lovers kiss, he welcomed it and found himself yearning for the connection. the blood was the proof that it wasn’t in his head, it was real and tangible. for their connection higgs and sam had shed blood, could the others say the same? he understood sam more than any of the others because he had been sam once upon a time. he had wanted to connect the world bring everyone together with his own hands and worn down feet but unlike sam he knew the truth, everyone was simply using them and their powers. they were forever pawns to those who could not do what they did. now, higgs refused to be a pawn. after being abandoned he realized that they were nothing. they meant nothing to anyone and could mean nothing at the drop of a dime. he knew now that he was all he had and he could be all sam had too, rage could be buried if sam opened his eyes and saw the same.

their similarities were always something that made higgs instinctively pull away from sam. he hid his face because he could not stand the person that looked back at him but with sam there was no hiding his face. he saw a man desperate for change. for love — longing to make a difference. to connect everyone — binding the wounded world together using his broken body, pathetic really, but understandable — there were people who truly believed in him. unlike higgs. he had no one, or rather, he pushed them all away. he had pushed everyone away because he enjoyed the way the power felt in his veins, on his tongue. in his blood. amelie had given him something he never had before — control. he’d been thirsty for it since escaping his daddy. feeling as though that man still controlled every movement, every feeling, every thought. and for a while he reacted that way. when moving on his own he thought back to the man. always the same image, gore spilling from his neck, blood mixed with drool falling from his lips onto peters face. peter — he had abandoned that boy. now he was a new man. someone who could change fate, he never needed amelie and her falsities and sam doesn’t either.