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eerieindiana2016-07-16 10:57 pm
fic - Current
“I want to show you something.”
Marshall knew he was being stupid, careless even, but there had been something in Dash’s tone that made him want to know more. It was always that way. So there he was, wandering the deserted streets in the middle of the night with a sociopath. It was enough to make Mars question his own sanity.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Trying not to groan in frustration, Mars shoved his hands in his pockets and quickened his pace. He wasn’t scared to the dark by any means—he’d conquered that fear long ago—but being alone with Dash made him nervous.
Marshall, you’re an idiot, he chided himself.
“Hey, why didn’t you wake Simon up? He would’ve come along,” he pointed out, the thought suddenly occurring to him. Dash laughed.
“I doubt he’d approve of this.”
Marshall stopped at that, a knot forming in his chest. No longer hearing his footsteps, Dash turned around, an eyebrow raised.
“God, Teller, don’t be such a wuss,” he snapped, seeing the look on Marshall’s face. “I’m not gonna kill you or anything… not tonight.”
“Oh, thanks,” Mars shot back, all sarcasm. “That’s awfully generous of you, Dash.”
“I never forced you to come with me.”
That was true, and Mars couldn’t deny it. Dash smirked—one more battle won. Saying nothing more, he turned and started walking again. Marshall jogged to catch up and fell in step beside him. Silence reigned for a while, until Mars looked up and saw where they were going.
“The power plant?” he questioned. “What are we doing here?”
“Playing with electricity.” Dash peeled off his gloves, exposing the plus and minus symbols on the back of his hands. Mars hadn’t seen them in so long that he’d forgotten they were there. “You might want to stand back. Oh, and watch the houses. You’ll see what I mean.”
“Why?” Mars asked, but he looked back anyway at the cluster of houses nearby, curiosity again guiding him. Dash put both his hands on the enormous pole, and suddenly everything—everything—went dark. Every light in sight went out, and with the sky being covered in clouds, it was pitch black. Marshall couldn’t see his hands in front of his face.
“What the hell just happened?!” he exclaimed, trying not to panic.
“I happened,” Dash said, oozing smugness. Marshall just stared at him—or where he thought he was, anyway, since he could no longer make him out in the darkness. In lieu of an explanation, Dash put his hands back on the pole, and all the lights came back on. The sudden brightness made Mars squint.
“You. You did that?” he asked in disbelief.
“Looks like it. Unless you don’t believe your eyes.”
“But how?”
Dash held up his hands, backs where Mars could see them. “Don’t you get it, slick? I am the current. I can control where the current flows.”
“…wow.” Marshall had to admit, he was impressed. At the same time, though, Dash possessing that much power freaked him out. “How’d you find this out?”
“Bumped into a meter.” Dash didn’t elaborate. Mars guessed it was while he’d been running from the cops. Typical. “Wonder what else I can do with this…?”
“Don’t touch me.” Marshall took a step back. Dash laughed again.
“You are so touchy! Do you think everything revolves around you, huh?” Dash advanced on him, looking entirely too amused by the exchange. “C’mon, Marshall, if you’re that scared of me, why on Earth are you out here—alone—with me in the middle of the night?”
Marshall answered quickly. “A lapse in judgment.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. There’s more to it than that.”
“No, there isn’t,” Marshall insisted, his eyes narrowed. “I think you’re delusional.”
“Am I really?” Dash had circled around and was now standing right behind him. Mars felt like he was about to jump out of his skin. It didn’t help any when Dash’s next words were spoken, quietly, right into his ear:
“You might be the one who’s crazy.”
“Shut up!”
Marshall stumbled away from him, whirling on him. Dash just stood there, his arms folded, the most self-satisfied look on his face.
“You can’t stand this, can you?” he said, his tone mockingly sympathetic. “I know exactly what to do, what to say, to set you off, and it just drives you nuts, doesn’t it?”
Marshall felt like he couldn’t breathe. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I gave up trying to find that out.”
Shaking his head, Marshall started backing away. “I’m going home. I can’t handle any more of you right now.”
“Whatever.” Dash shrugged, completely uncaring. “You’ll come back. You always do.”
Marshall shot him a dark look, then turned on his heel and left. Unfortunately, though, he knew Dash was right—he was too compelling a mystery to ignore for long. In a way, he was the culmination of Eerie’s weirdness: he represented everything that was weird in this town. And if Mars figured him out, it was like hitting the jackpot. The grand prize.
He’s right about another thing, too, he thought, frowning. I think, in my own way… I’ve gone a little bit crazy.
So what’s gone wrong with me?
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i love mars's thoughts at the end - how dash is the 'jackpot'.
good thing dash can't read minds, tho...
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Seriously, am loving this series so far...
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I love that Dash is kind of Eerie's avatar...
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