Author's Note: Only Lacey is going to know what all of this means, so for everyone else I shall explain. Guy had a fiancee who was pregnant, she was a meta like him and was even part of The Union Guard, Liberty Cordell's superteam. Guy, up until his girl got pregnant, was a middle man. He would use his powers to help the bad guys and the good guys but he never fought anyone himself. Then, a villain got in deep with demonic forces in an attempt to gain power and ended up causing a lot of havok for The Union Guard. In particular, he killed Beatrice, Guy's finacee, and their unborn child. Guy went crazy and forced an even stronger demon to posses him and then he ripped the villain apart. He had to be exorcised and this is an account of one of the many days after those incidents. Liberty is taking care of him seeing as no one else will. Very sad. :/

His shoulder presses against a white wall and aches from too much pressure. Has he been pressed up against this wall all night? His fingers work slowly to loosen the tightly strained muscles wrapping around the round bones. The voice is that of a woman. Beatrice's voice, but it can't be.

She's dead.

“You’re not real,” he groans and his fingers slide down his arm from his shoulder. They rest on his wrist. His heart races.

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The scars he can feel are long and ragged. Under his fingertips he reads the rough bumps of fresh stitches like braile. He has to push his fingers under the bandages and they rip off so easily.

“...close your eyes. Lets go home. come home. come home. come home.”

His skin is moist and sticky with sweat and blood that pours from fresh stitches coming undone. It’s not a heavy flow, but enough of the blood is present that it becomes a glove on his hand. A glove he can’t rip off. It’s a glove that keeps getting thicker and thicker until he’s sitting up and screaming. He’s desperate to rid himself of the bloody glove so he pulls and tugs at his fingers until he feels bones snapping.

“...it’s spreading. stop it. stop it all and come home. come home. come home.”

By the time Liberty finds him, Guy has broken all his fingers and blood has stained the walls, the sheets, everything.

“...come home. stop. i thought you loved me. come home.”

With his broken fingers, Guy is trying to cover his ears to keep a forked tongue out. The tongue flickers like a snake's and licks at the bloody hands while lips of a demon whisper softly. Liberty can’t see it, the thing that hovers over Guy’s curled up body, but she knows it’s there.

“...you only need to break some more and you can come home. just a few more.”

She knows he isn’t crazy when he speaks out to the air. She knows he sees something most can’t. So when Guy is trying to hide from an invisible monster, one only invisible to her, she is quick to action.

“Guy, darlin’, listen... listen you have to tell it to go. You can do it darlin’, just tell it to get,” she coaxes gently, hoping her soft words will bring him out of his fear. They are enough to keep him from continuing to break his own bones, but not enough for him to usher control over the demons he sees.

So she prays, because she can’t fight what she can’t see, but God sure as hell can. Her arms encircle his shoulders and she rocks him back and forth, back and forth.

“You can’t let them have him. You just can’t! Don’t let him go that easily, please..”

“...why are you listening to her and not me? don’t you love me?! why would you fight me?!”

“Because he doesn’t want to hear your lies anymore. You will leave him be.”

“..you! you have no power over me!”

“But he does, and so therefore, I do. I will fight, he asks me too. Or did you not hear his inner most cry? No. It is because it was for me he cried. Get thee gone.”

“... he is weak! We will be back!”

Then the whispers, the ones done with a woman’s voice, are gone. Guy can only hear Liberty’s soft prayers and the gentle words of a voice that is even softer than hers. It's soothing, yet so powerful.

“It is not thy time. You will be strong soon enough. She has been given enough strength for the both of you for now. Let her in, let her help mend your broken spirit. We have given her this task.”

The demon is gone. The angel soon leaves too but during the day many more stop by his room briefly and quietly to say a prayer. His hands are cared for by a doctor and Liberty sits beside him for the remainder of the day. He says nothing to her about his morning breakdown and she doesn’t ask.

But as the sun sets that day, he begins to sob faintly with his forehead pressed up against the wall that his bed is pushed against. It is then that she crawls into his bed and wraps her small arms around his body. His sobs die down and he rolls over so that he can hold her petite frame against the curve of his body. Their tears mingle on the pillow.

They fall asleep together, and there is a name that he breathes when he falls into his dreams.

"Beatrice..."