Enjoy your therapy.

[huffpuffblonde]

[ THE MINDFUCK MEME ]
taken from memekingdom
Warning: Explicit Themes Contained

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[distinctive_guy]

Eliot felt like he was shadow boxing while drunk- he was chasing after dark phantoms he had trouble punching. Punched, swayed, tried again. Something caught him underfoot and he fell forward. At the last moment, he caught himself with the side of an arm to break his fall but before he could roll around, there was a solid weight on his back pinning him there.

He snarled at the restriction and pushed back against the weight, but it remained, an immovable force with better leverage that pressed down on him and his anger with cruel relentlessness. The words kept coming from Moreau's voice above him. They sliced him open slash by slash and drained him of his blood in the form of energy until he felt a rawness he hadn't felt in the past half decade.

"Gonna snap your neck...!" He pushed back, harder, more frantic, "Break your spine...!" He tried to drown out the words that cut him deeper than any knife ever did with the heated ones of his own. "I'll tear your arms off and beat you with them, Moreau!"

But they weren't loud enough to drown out what he didn't want to hear, and when both Moreau and Eliot finished, Eliot was the one with his eyes squeezed shut in anguish and a raw sob being choked back in his throat.

[master_moreau]

The more enraged Eliot became, the further Moreau was going to push him. The Hitter was proving his very words with the way he responded and Moreau could see just how deep the words were hitting home. The sob tearing itself from his throat was like sweet music to his ears.

"Embrace that violent nature, Eliot. You were born to be a killer. The only thing you're useful for to anyone is the violence you are so capable and willing to inflict." He crouched down, just far enough away from the breaking man to give himself time to dodge a lunge from his lion. "That raging darkness within you that's telling you to pounce, to rip my throat open the moment I get close enough for you to reach. I know you feel it building up inside you. Embrace it, Eliot. Let the lion out of the cage."

"You are fooling yourself into thinking you'll ever fully control it."

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot wasn't trying to shout threats at Moreau now. He had moved onto denying those taunts and was fighting the drug with all he was worth. No longer held down, Eliot struggled up to his knees and glared, hating with all his worth, in the direction of the whispering devil.

"You don't know me..." he argued, the drug too strong for him to attempt another physical assault. His world spun and he knew his limbs wouldn't support him for another lunge.

But he flinched with each truth being rehashed anew and laying bare an old wound. He really was a killer... all through his life they used him for that. The army did, the criminals did... Moreau did. And Moreau never stopped, no matter how he tried deluding himself that he was free.

[master_moreau]

Moreau only purchased the best. This drug was picked out specifically with his stubborn Hitter in mind. The more furious Eliot became the faster and further the drug would be distributed through the blood stream. His voice never rose above conversational level, his movements calm and controlled. He might as well have been discussing the weather.

"Now, you know as well as I do that that's a lie." He did not even attempt to mask the taunt in his words, watching every change of expression, every shift in Eliot's movements. His words were getting through.

"Your skills aren't suited for anything else. Your hands are stained red with blood, and nothing you do will ever rid you of the instincts that run second nature through your veins. You will always be a killer, and sooner or later, everyone you touch will see the truth." He got back to his feet, circling Eliot as he spoke to finally stop in front of him, staring down at the Hitter.

"You really think your team will accept you back, now that they know the full extent of your sins? You don't belong with them."

[distinctive_guy]

"That life is over..." he tried in a last bid in denial, refusing to accept the fundamental truths that were so bitter to swallow. Worse than the bile in his throat, a whole lot worse. "They're.... My team. I... they...."

But the team doesn't know. Eliot never told them, he would if they asked but... they were afraid to ask. Moreau was right, Eliot's true nature, his capabilities, they were too much for the Leverage team.

He lowered his head, the lion accepting that he was caged.

"I don't want that life anymore! Can't stand it." Even though it's what he's good at, even when he was the best in the field.