Vincent's POV
The ringing in my ears didn't stop.
Only… it wasn't ringing anymore.
It was a voice.
A whisper.
Then two.
Then… hundreds.
Layered on top of each other.
Vincent.
Vincent.
Vincent.
"No," I muttered, gripping my skull tighter. "Get out. Get out of my head."
But I couldn't see any of them anymore.
Just flashing lights.
White. Then red.
Then nothing.
And then….
Memory.
It came in fast, like being slammed into the side of a moving train.
Metal walls. Screaming. My own voice. Strapped down. Wires in my skin. Eyes forced open. A man in a mask saying, "You'll be perfect."
NO.
I shook my head, but it wouldn't stop.
Another flash.
Me begging. Screaming. Tied to machines. My name echoing through a hallway as I was dragged away.
Vincent Aston. Wildcard initiated.
NO. STOP. PLEASE….
I screamed. But only inside.
My lips didn't move.
My body didn't move.
Only my head throbbed like it would crack open.
Then…
The Voice.
"So… you're this strong?"
