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I've done some major editing of this fic so if you are a follower please reread everything, hopefully I've improved it a tad. Thanks anyway and as always I welcome concrit

Stop.

He was flying. He was flying because he was free, his body slicing through the air, weaving in and out of the silk sky. The mid-day clear blue turned to dark indigos bleached with balls of fire burning through the fabric. Then the oranges spread out turning into reds and glowing pinks, all pulling back the darkness until only a single colour of light was left.

Falling.

Plummeting, spiralling, being dragged down to the deepest edges then thrown further, side to side, blue to black to red. Imperfection becomes perfection and the black becomes forbidden existence only the red remains. It started as something boring, at the edge of his vision but it grew and grew until it blotted out everything else in existence. One idea. One thought. It wouldn't leave him; it was so visible yet invisible. Why couldn't it unmask itself and show what it really was. No longer be a shadow but instead be a fully-fledged image.

Need more, get me more. One thought. One hit hadn't been enough. It had promised so much relief but nothing would make this idea go away. Victor the liar, he always said it would get rid of everything but it hadn't worked. The pounding was louder than ever, constantly thumping, constant and never ending. He must find relief, drugs had always been his way out but if even they couldn't rid him of this then he was lost and on his own.