Post by Rain on Dec 15, 2006 20:39:13 GMT -5
Cale
Drugs. They weren't nearly as fun as they had been in high school. Back in the days when he and his friends had smoked joints behind the bleachers at school and then went to math class high. Math never had been Cale Whelan's best subject, maybe that was why he'd never been caught. Unfortunately, his days of casual marijuana use were long over, and the syringe sitting on the table in front of him was full of much more dangerous, and addictive things.
"My latest blend, try it out. I added just a pinch of heroin, which I thing gives it that extra pow!" Cale pushed up his right sleeve, exposing the light bruising at the inside of his elbow where he always shot up.
"Great, heroin," Cale said dryly as he looked up at Franky. The skinny, almost emaciated balding man was a hack of a warlock, but he'd found his calling cooking up designer drugs with a supernatural kick. Cale was reluctantly one of his best customers. He had to take one of Franky's blends at least once a week, and daily when the moon was almost full, just to stay in control. Most people took drugs to escape their lives, Cale took them to make certain he didn't escape, because if he did the beast took control and people were likely to get hurt. That was something he couldn't live with, even if he had to slowly destroy his own live to prevent it.
He picked up the syringe and tapped it once before carefully sticking it into a vein and emptying its silvery contents into his blood stream. Used intravenously, the Ketamine in Franky's blend started acting within a minute. However, the silver started working even quicker. Cale hissed in pain and pulled the needle out of his arm. It burned like hell as a small amount of silver nitrate flowed through his veins. That's what made this whole thing so dangerous, he could overdose so easily and die a horrifyingly painful death, silver slowly pumping through his veins, burning with every beat of his heart until it finally tore his heart apart and he died. Cale shuddered as his breathing became labored and he could hear his heart rate speed up before slowing dramatically down. Fortunately his metabolism worked to quickly for the drugs to take much of an effect, just enough to keep Cale in control of his own actions.
He didn't get nauseous this time, which was a plus. Usually he had to head straight for the garbage can and puke after shooting up. When the pain finally died down and he could function again, Cale pulled money out of his pocket and shoved it toward Franky.
"Thank you," Franky laughed and put the bills in his pocket. "You should check out the party downstairs," he suggested as Cale climbed shakily back onto his feet and pulled his leather jacket back on.
Cale nodded. "I'd planned to." Franky did business in his apartment over a nightclub, which Cale frequented, mostly after he'd just bought his cocktail off of Franky. He managed to keep his balance as he left the apartment and headed downstairs. The smile was already back on his face and he was using it to his advantage on a cute young thing in a little black dress smoking outside the front door.
Drugs. They weren't nearly as fun as they had been in high school. Back in the days when he and his friends had smoked joints behind the bleachers at school and then went to math class high. Math never had been Cale Whelan's best subject, maybe that was why he'd never been caught. Unfortunately, his days of casual marijuana use were long over, and the syringe sitting on the table in front of him was full of much more dangerous, and addictive things.
"My latest blend, try it out. I added just a pinch of heroin, which I thing gives it that extra pow!" Cale pushed up his right sleeve, exposing the light bruising at the inside of his elbow where he always shot up.
"Great, heroin," Cale said dryly as he looked up at Franky. The skinny, almost emaciated balding man was a hack of a warlock, but he'd found his calling cooking up designer drugs with a supernatural kick. Cale was reluctantly one of his best customers. He had to take one of Franky's blends at least once a week, and daily when the moon was almost full, just to stay in control. Most people took drugs to escape their lives, Cale took them to make certain he didn't escape, because if he did the beast took control and people were likely to get hurt. That was something he couldn't live with, even if he had to slowly destroy his own live to prevent it.
He picked up the syringe and tapped it once before carefully sticking it into a vein and emptying its silvery contents into his blood stream. Used intravenously, the Ketamine in Franky's blend started acting within a minute. However, the silver started working even quicker. Cale hissed in pain and pulled the needle out of his arm. It burned like hell as a small amount of silver nitrate flowed through his veins. That's what made this whole thing so dangerous, he could overdose so easily and die a horrifyingly painful death, silver slowly pumping through his veins, burning with every beat of his heart until it finally tore his heart apart and he died. Cale shuddered as his breathing became labored and he could hear his heart rate speed up before slowing dramatically down. Fortunately his metabolism worked to quickly for the drugs to take much of an effect, just enough to keep Cale in control of his own actions.
He didn't get nauseous this time, which was a plus. Usually he had to head straight for the garbage can and puke after shooting up. When the pain finally died down and he could function again, Cale pulled money out of his pocket and shoved it toward Franky.
"Thank you," Franky laughed and put the bills in his pocket. "You should check out the party downstairs," he suggested as Cale climbed shakily back onto his feet and pulled his leather jacket back on.
Cale nodded. "I'd planned to." Franky did business in his apartment over a nightclub, which Cale frequented, mostly after he'd just bought his cocktail off of Franky. He managed to keep his balance as he left the apartment and headed downstairs. The smile was already back on his face and he was using it to his advantage on a cute young thing in a little black dress smoking outside the front door.