Brent watched his sister as she began to fidget while he slowly and carefully pulled the plunger on the syringe filling it with the light amber liquid from the spoon. He promised to himself that he would take care of her and this is how they ended up, living only from fix to fix with nothing else on their minds that that needle that’s going to dig into their vein. In between the doses Fetch’s powers would begin to act erratically leaving them both to believe that the only way to keep her powers under control was with drugs that would keep them subdued. They sat in an empty home due for demolition in a few weeks, a fair number of other people had occupied this house along with them for the time being. Abigail had the belt tied tightly around her bicep prepping the crook of her elbow for the injection, “Do it already, I don’t wanna have to grow old before I get another hit.”
He shushed her as he motioned for her to give him her arm and pressed the needle into her skin and watched her as she sunk into the crappy mattress they were sitting on and stared blankly at the ceiling. I’m protecting her by doing this. The words rang in his head over and over again as he tried to justify what he was doing. Carefully he fixed her head so she was instead looking at the wall to keep her from choking and just waited as he watched over her, and when she would finally reach out from that debilitating haze, Fetch would watch over him and cradle his head in her lap, singing to him. Back and forth, back and forth until they pumped the last bits they had into their bloodstream.
And then they would start again.