Chase observed Caleb for a moment, smirking a bit at their obvious fear. It was obvious to him because Chase was notably observant. A crack of lightning hit the ground behind Caleb, the earth piratically shook with the storm starting to rage around them. Though with the others retort back he chuckled cutely, leaning his head forward, ready to say something before before diverting their attack with an identical one of their own "Don't you ever learn?!" He snapped toward the other male. Taking a step closer "Are you scared?!" He taunted lightly, laughing a bit. It was pretty amusing seeing the other after they murdered him "Do you know how hard I fought to get back here? I wouldn't let you send me back so soon." Lifting up his right arm a bolt of lightning struck a tree nearby "Have you learned anything, coward?"

Chase gave the other a long, almost confused look. Then shook his head and turned his head away "I'm-…Caleb. I'm the secret…I'm the ghost." He mumbled bringing a hand to his head, pinching the bridge of his nose "The Covenant clearly hid my family and kept us a secret. Hello? McFly? Anyone home." Reaching over he knocked on the side of Caleb's head.

Chase blinked, staring the younger male down, before laughing. He then took a few steps closer, getting his face in the others "Then you should will me your power. Since you're too afraid of it, anyway. And I need it." Chase's addiction being greater than The Sons', along side his power naturally being stronger, which made the addiction more divesting the more he used. Being left unchecked for eighteen years made wanting to use, into a need for it "Just say it! I... will...you..." Maybe some part of him was being serious about this traumatic string of words. But, he was also playing with his favorite mouse.

“I know. Not what it was like, but what it feels like. That’s the connection: I feel what you do…the need…the pain.” He now had patches of red skin where he’d scratched at nonexistent wounds–the ones he’d caused Chase not too long ago. “Look, I came here to say…this shouldn’t have happened to you. You shouldn’t be alone anymore. The guys are onboard, whatever you need. And we’ve started looking for a cure.”

(short AF but I refuse to abandon this. maybe we can combine empathy plot + hellhound plot + love triangle plot?)

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Turning his head away, he tried to blink away the extra water from his eyes “Stop crying idiot. What are you, a child?” Chase then told Caleb, having seen the others also get teary eyed. He then snerked at what Caleb went on saying “Then you know what you did.” He muttered. Chase could have done the same, and more. But killing Caleb was never his intention. As much as it was only to get power. If Caleb were to die without it. It at least wouldn’t have come with being burned to death.

“If you understand what I am feeling, now. Than what else do you know besides the need and the pain. Hm? Did I fully intend to kill you or not?” He looked back toward Caleb “I can’t do shit now. Not like this. You put me here...” Getting a bit overworked, from the emotions he was trying to withstand and his own injuries acting up. Tilting his head back Chase gasped for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Once he was calmer, tears streaking down the sides of his face “--Whatever I need? Hmm...”

Thinking about it for a moment he wiggled the breathing mask on his face his left eye shifting to one side as he thought for a moment “--Have you found anything about a cure for this?--My research before coming here for you guys. It told me---” Coughing a bit he took a moment to collect himself before continuing “It told me that, uhm,...something, that it might have something to do with The Power itself. I thought it might be a need for more power. To cast a bigger spell. To be able to hold enough power that a spell to cure at least for people of the addiction and damage might be needed.”

Seeing the look on Caleb's face, he grinned. His line had clearly worked in a way, now hadn't it? It seemed to amuse Caleb. Chase shivered a bit against the water. Reaching his hands up he rubbed them against his upper arms "No. That's you guys that like to swim. I liked to pretend I liked to swim to get close to all of you, you especially. So I got gud at it." He informed more focused on keeping his words straight. He tossed his head a bit, for a moment "Besides. I lived inland. So there was just pools to dip into.

"But he often had better things to be doing. As Caleb's attention moved to his erection Chase glared "Hey! My eyes are up here! Stop! That's making it worse!" He snapped pulling back his right hand into a fist, then punched Caleb in the shoulder. Or at least had tried to before Caleb yanked him by his shirt and pulled him into a firm kiss. Shocked for a moment, Chase took a second before he returned the kiss back. His fist easing, he grabbed Caleb's shoulder. Then after a couple of moments he pulled away "Definitely didn't it. I want--...You want to fuck right now?"

With bloodied bandages covering his body, Chase had managed to get The Power to mend together his broken back, well enough that he could get away from the hospital. At the very least, he would just be another missing Doe, in the end. Coughing, The Power needed to be turned up again and again. The pain that threaten to rack his battered body was just too much to take the reality of.

Stumbling through the woods in his singed clothing, what he had managed to find and put over his burned body, anyway. A small spiney branch of a low hanging tree branch snagged the bandages that had wrapped around the right side of his head making him fiddle with freeing himself for several moments. Though as he managed to get himself free he noticed someone had arrived. Not just anyone, a somewhat familiar presence.

Turning sharply he looked over to ...Caleb...Looking at him weirdly that was. What was with that look. Though upon hearing their words his left eye, the only one visible and not having a sweaty, pink stained hue, bandage around it had narrowed over Caleb's form "What the fuck does that mean? Is this a fucking joke to you?!" He snapped though winced and moved to hold himself " Of course we have met? What the hell are you talking about..."

At Caleb's answer to his question he glances around. Chase hated this place, actually. A big reason for him to hate it was that he grew up in relative squander compared to the other sons fancy filled childhoods. They probably had everything they wanted at the simplest of request with the wealth they had. Narrowing his eyes for a moment, he frowned "Pretty big for just two people, don't you think..." He turned his head sharply away. For Chase, he felt that his family had also deserved such riches. Turning his attention back to the other a moment later however he eyed their hair before scrunching one side of his nose toward Caleb. Listening to what Caleb had to say he let out a breath "Connected, how?"

He got the feeling that Pogue had more of an awareness than the others. That had been easy to tell when Pogue was so easily suspicious of him to begin with. Chase sighed however, thinking about this 'line' Caleb was talking about "Sure it's not something more than that? I used on Pogue, didn't leave any line in him to me..." He tapped a finger to the top of his head "My hair isn't turning white either." Chase laughed then and tossed his head lightly "You don't even want to know how much I used. Even now, I am using. Subtly." He informed raising his eyebrows. Of course, right at that moment he was abating some of the pain and paralyzed from his injuries with The Power, instead of anything else.

Watching Caleb close the door, he felt like a caged animal for a moment, squirming slightly in his seat "Mhm?" He added for Caleb to continue "Good. Glad I came along and helped him rush that process along. You know, if it makes you feel any better. I'm an orphan. My parents also died recently, three of them. My adoptive parents, and my real father." Chase laughed a bit, before leaning toward Caleb "My eighteenth birthday was...what can I say, a blast. Your Coven can be thanked for that." He dropped back down, coughing a little bit "If it makes you feel better...I don't hate you guys either..."

He mostly hated what their ancestors had long done to his own "Even the pain I am in from our fight, is nothing compared to the Damage I have from being alone, all that time, using...all alone..." He coughed again, moving a hand to his mouth, covering his mouth with his sleeve "You think I wanted it like this this? I didn’t have a choice, did I...It was driving me crazy, the cravings to use. You don’t understand the hunger. No. Not at all. The barest sliver of it is all you have ever tasted. But for me...It was so easy to get addicted. I wasn’t an outcast, I was in control. Everything, at my fingertips. I was just a kid, too, you know...I didn’t ask for it to be this way. But still, I had to suffer, for the sins of another..."

Thinking for a moment he disassociated briefly, continuing “I wake up every day, and I crave it...and it hurts...and it doesn’t stop hurting. I need to use, more and more, and it starts to fade, for a little bit....then...I start the day all over again...and I need to use more that day...and It’s not so easy, you know. To just quit. It’s not a drug. It cannot be taken away... It’s there forever...and if I ignore it? If I ignore it...it’s much worse...so much worse, and it hurts, so much worse. Then I get this voice, in my head, taunting me....telling me just to use a little more...a little bit. And I’m alone...I’m alone, with this voice...and it never stops.”

His breath hitching, then picking up in speed he taps a finger to a temple, shaking his head as he turns to look down “And then...they just look at you...they look at you and they think...’Oh, well isn’t he weird. We have to avoid him’ and so I have no friends. And I am alone. And you..a..and you...you guys are over here...and your fucking mansions, with your...y-your friendship...your brotherhood...And I am out there. Living this life, every god damn day. Everygoddamnday! An-and y-you, you know...you know... For years. For years. I am alone with this. What was I supposed to do? And right now. You are looking at me, the way everyone’s looked at me since I was thirteen god damn years old. And ...their afraid! And...no one understands!  Because I am alone. And your families put me here! How was I supposed to deal with all that? And not see what you all got, and I did not...How was I supposed to be...Like any of you...When I am not...I am not.”

It was drawing closer. The moon was rising and Mika knew it would reach its apex soon and she would be forced to transform once again. This month was different from the past few. This time Kol was not going to babysit her. She was going to try chaining herself up by herself this month. Mika had found an abandoned warehouse a few days ago and now she intended to use it tonight.