Soul-linked

He frowned a little as it seemed like every word he spoke only just seemed to spark more questions from this girl that he thought he knew but couldnt recall a single memory of. Narrowing his eyes, he tilted his head a little at her question. "Rayna?" he asked, like the name didnt ring a bell in his head. He scoffed in a dismissive way, looking away as she said she could control the sword. He didnt really believe it, something in his mind was telling him that no one could possibly control all that evil because he barely could. Maybe it was his pride getting ahead of him, but he just refused to believe so.
When she just looked at his hand to then look back up at him, he frowned a little again. It seemed that it was the expression he was best at making, showing discontent was so natural to him. "Nothing happened to me," he dismissed her once more as he just stared at her with his dark eyes that almost seemed black in the red glow of the saber. He stood his ground as she stepped away and turned away. Nodding as he walked up next to her, looking down at the saber again, "Yes. That's the only way you wont have your soul torn apart," he warned her, looking at the saber that he dreaded so much. In a way he was happy that he didnt ever have to wield it again and in another he was angry that it meant someone else had to. "I can feel your conflict," he said in a quiter more soft tone, turning his head to look at her eyes.

She said she was stronger and he could almost believe it by the way her hand tightened around the saber, like wild energy roared inside her. He could see parts of himself in her and somehow it was a frightening thought, like looking into a mirror and seeing someone else where you should have seen yourself. He frowned at her when she seemed to stagger on her words, raising an eyebrow at her as he just patiently waited for her to say what she was going to say. She turned to him and accused him of not being who he was. He frowned, but he wasnt objecting in other way than an expression that showed his confusion.
Then she flipped his threat to the sky against himself and he could almost feel the unstable energy from the saber lick his skin. He just looked at her without flinching with the sword at his neck. He doubted that she could kill him, so did he really have anything to fear? The sword was turned off and he found himself back in the laboratory with the scientists all staring at him like they didnt understand what had just happened. "Resume your work," he barked in all his sourness, turning around before leaving the room. He returned to his quarters where he picked out his weapon, his trusty gun that he had luckily assembled after flipping the table and pieces everywhere after their first meeting. He had to prepare, because he had a feeling she knew where to find him now.

He had expected her to show up, but after some time he realized it wouldnt be tonight. Laying down his gun he frowned when he felt a fleeting emotion of frustrated sadness. He clutched at his heart, blinking a few times before he felt a tear run down his cheek. He caught it before it got far and looked at it. “Why am I feeling this way?” He mumbled at himself, running a hand through the black thick strands of long locks on his head. He sat down at his desk, staring at the content on it as he seemed to take in this emotion he felt so strongly. It soon passed but he lingered for a bit trying to piece it all together. Could it have been? No. That would be a weird thought.

He had gone to sleep not long after and woken up before the sun would show up. John’s routine was simple, have his shower and start the day with breakfast. He had just gotten into his pants as he felt that pull that he had felt twice now. Turning his head he looked at the vampire Odette and made a silent sigh to himself. What a great timing. “What makes you think I wanted this?” He asked a little annoyed, slinging his shirt over his shoulder. Even his body was different from normal John, the scars that had been from simple accidents at the garage where gone and frankly he did just look like a complete clean slate.
He frowned at her words, “You can try,” he said with a shrug before moving closer to her. The coldness he almost found intriguing but he kept his cold demeanor. “It wont bring the John back you claim you know,” he said, clenching his hands a little together. She would feel the dampness of the bathroom like she was there with him while he felt the cold inside of an empty hideout. He narrowed his eyes. “Say what it is that you fear. Say it” he demanded, pushing her for the words he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear her say how the John she knew was dead - Gone or lost. He just wanted to hear it come from her mouth.

Her outburst with the leap to throw herself over him didnt even make him flinch. If she hadnt gone right through him, what would she have expected to happen? John was a massive man and he was well aware of that fact. He stared into nothing for a while before he turned to look at her, seeing her lie there and sob made him frown. He did find it rather pathetic, but that was because it was emotions he could never come to understand. He wasnt as feeling as the real John had been. "I might," he warned her when she exclaimed that he would have to rip his sword from her corpse's hands.
He ignored her request for him to put on his shirt, keeping it over his shoulder as he just looked at her. She was frustrated, it was clear to see and feel from the connection. He tilted his head and just as he was about to say something, she disappeared and he was alone again. He felt how cold he had gotten when the damp warmth hit him with surprise. He made a deep sigh and decided to return to his daily duties.

It wasnt until nighttime that a scientist hurried to his chambers with a tablet, showing him footage of scientists and professors disappearing one by one. He grabbed the tablet and frowned deeply, his grip clenching tight, small cracks appearing in the corners of the glass screen. She was there, he knew she was. He shoved the tablet into the man's arms before he went to get dressed. He grabbed his gun and checked whether it was functioning properly. "Wrong lab, kid," he mumbled under his breath but he was full of anger.

Because the place she had gone to was of a different connection. The real one. With the John that didnt have much longer left to live. He sat in a chair, different machines attached to him to keep him alive at this point. He didnt look as if he was dying, but that was the thing about losing a part of his soul - It wasnt a visible wound. He looked up as he heard the faint russtling of someone fighting back, making him get up from his seat as he pulled off the machinery attached to him. He could feel the sword's presence, he knew it was her. He hurried into the corridor, unsure on his feet he looked around. "Odette?" he called weakly, feeling a sting in his eyes when they began to water.

Hadnt it been that the wall was helping him stand, he would have fallen by now because that was just how weak he was. He didnt know why Samuel was still intending on keeping him alive, but a part of him didnt like it. He didnt like feeling this weak, to be locked away in some underground facility. He followed her calls, as if she was his guide out of here. Maybe he had really lost his mind at this point, maybe it was because he was to die sooner than he thought. And then he saw her. And the dreaded thing in her belt that he had cursed her with. He cupped her face as she got closer, his worry disappearing and a gentle smile spread on his lips, "I've missed your face," he said in a calm tone as he looked at her. He then shook his head as she looked him up and down. "There's no changing that now. When I gave you the saber, it took a part of me away and left me open. Someone else took the rest and made a new me," he explained shortly before he gritted his teeth in pain and let go of her face, placing a hand on his chest as he tried not to curl together too badly. Without the machinery, he would only get weaker and weaker. "I dont have long Odette.. And I have so many things I should have done and said," he said, all hunched together before he straightened his back. He looked into her eyes and wrapped his arms around her, before he inevitably would collapse, he wanted to hold her in one last embrace.