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Patricia was trapped there was no real way out of this. She knew she was dying she could feel herself dying inside. She refused to swallow she was a monster sure she would be the first to admit to that, but she would not prove him right no she’d prove him wrong she would refuse and she did. She refused to swallow as the blood pooled into her mouth.

It was hard not to swallow hard to stand there and take it but she didn’t have any other option. This was not how she expected to die. She took deep calculated breaths through her nose as she would spit the blood from her mouth. She hated the coppery taste of it, hated how thick it was on her tongue and hated herself for considering swallowing it and just be done.

The thing was she wouldn’t though no matter how hard he pushed her. Her knee came up into his groin one last time, it was a stronger hit this time, everything she had going into it. She may not be able to kill him but surely he could still be hurt. At least that was what she hoped. Her dead eyes stared at him as she felt her life slipping from her body.

It became harder to keep her eyes open; her breaths became ragged and turned into gasps and coughs. She had not expected to die tonight, of course now that didn’t matter. She knew she would burn in hell for the things she had done and somehow that did not scare it. It should, it would scare any normal person. Somehow though she just didn’t care, there was no bright light, nothing comforting to what was happening, only the darkness. In was surrounding and invading her, taking over everything around her. Her body began to go limp as her breaths turned to stutters of something barely there.

Doc smirked cruelly as she spit the blood, his blood out. He had to turn head to avoid being showered by it. She wanted to prove a point him, that she wasn’t a monster. That she would die before becoming the monster he was. But He knew her better than she knew herself. She was just as depraved as he was. She might have the stubbornness to die for her words, being mortally wounded, but …what if she wasn’t mortally wounded. Would her tenacity still be so strong? Yes she was almost dead, she almost proved her point, almost. When he brought her back from that drink, would she be so ready to prove him wrong then?

Her breathing was coming in gasps. He forced his wrist to her mouth, then he pinched her nose closed with his other hand. The reflex to breathe would be too great, she would have to swallow in order to breathe. And once she did, then, they would see if her words stayed the same. She didn’t have to the strength to fight him. Her life was leaking as quickly as the blood that pooled by her feet. Her face took on an ashen look as the color fled. He didn’t even have to force the wrist to her mouth anymore, as she didn’t have the strength to hold her own head.

“Remember this moment.. Detective.” He softly whispered in her ear, “Remember as the strength returns to you. Remember it’s embrace, as what was once weak, is weak no more. Remember it’s surge, it’s power as it encompasses you.. remember the awareness as your senses awake for the first time.”

Patricia hated what he was doing to her, hated what he was forcing upon her. This should have been her choice to make but he took that from her. In that moment she truly believed this man to be a sadist. What was she going to do though? She couldn’t stop at first she hated the taste, but soon it wasn’t so bad and even sooner after she craved it, hell she loved it. She took willingly what he so forcefully gave her. Her thoughts ceased in this moment, seemingly stopping around her. She had been on the brink of death and now she could feel it within herself in her bones she felt as if she was finally waking up, regardless of the darkness encompassing around her.

In that moment where she knew she had died, and been bought back from the grasp of death himself the song Radioactive seeped into her brain. She thought it was fitting to what was happening her. She could feel the strength coursing through her. Even as she felt her body die within an odd sensation over took her. Licking her lips she found the strength to control herself. Holding her head up once more she glanced at the man. Her eyes flickered around to the lights, the street to every single detail. Taking in a much unneeded breath she seemed to die all over again. Her old partner was standing right behind the man who had just killed her and forced a life she didn’t want upon her. That same smirk held his lips.

Blinking a few times she looked at the man who had taken her life and literally gave her another. She stood there unable to understand why, or his reasoning behind it. Then the unbearable urge to feed slammed into her. Her throat tightening up as she felt as if someone had jammed sandpaper down her mouth, she tried licking her lips and yet nothing happened. Her fingers went to her neck absently as she felt as if she would die from starvation alone. Looking back to the man before her she tried to speak but only gasps came from her. The need to feed was intense and all consuming. Taking in another breath her eyes darted about. She was thirsty but not for anything she had ever craved before.