Alper had only ever cried twice in his life. The first was when he lost a football match as a kid. The second, when he thought he had lost Maranya.
The night had ended up being a whirlwind of a plethora of emotions.
He had been angry. Enormously angry. Praise Allah, it had been eons since he had last been so angry that he could not control his powers. Not since he was a child, at any rate. If anyone knew anything about Alper, it was that he was calm and collected most of all. Never mind the lavish spending. The way that the man had been talking to Maranya made him sick to stomach, and to hurt something very, very badly. It still made him shake with rage with the thought, even all these hours later.
Glancing down at Maranya, who was fast asleep in his arms, he smiled gratefully just to have her here in bed with him, blissfully alive.
The phone call Maranya had received worried him, and he couldn't stop himself from chasing her out through that portal. Thank Allah he had, and the Neo did as well. He had personally never met the prior Chief of Staff of Riverview, and had heard little of him other than the fact he was a poor excuse of a human all together. Alper had stopped abruptly when Justin knocked Anya back and took her into his grasp, the barrel of his gun cocked and pointed at Maranya's temple.
It was only after so many failed attempts of negotiating her release that his anger exploded. He couldn't help it; and believe it, he had tried so hard. Being helpless was not something he liked to feel, and for once he was able to do something, but Alper could only wish it had not ended so badly.
The nasty things Justin even dared to utter made his blood boil, sent him over the edge with such a vicious surge of uncontrollable hatred. His body began pulsating with his magical core, expanding at a rapid pace and only further fueled by his rage. He knew it was stupid, his brain trying to be logical and shout at him to quickly contain the beast while he still could" but he felt it was his last resort. Alper was willing to do what no one else was; even if it meant hurting her, which was the last thing he wished to do. Within moments the power inside him had built up to an uncontainable measure, pulsating dangerously from his body and directed for Justin and Maranya; thankfully before he could pull the trigger on her head. Instead, the bullet caught her shoulder. While Justin may have been greatly inconvenienced just as planned, it was Maranya he cried out for in his moment of stupidity.
All Alper saw was red.The anger bled out of him, and he paused momentarily in shock, soaking in the gradual realization of the implications of his actions. His heart was torn between regret, remorse, guilt, sadness and fear as he bounded forth to scoop Maranya up in his arms.
Wetness began to gather in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over into a heavy fall of tears. "No, Maranya, no, you cannot," he whispered, clutching her close to him. She couldn't die, not yet, not now, not ever. He wasn't ready or willing to part with her.
It was hard for him to let go of her long enough for the others, especially Kel, to get the bullet out. It was gold, and he succinctly remembered thinking what a bastard Justin was for going so low. He could hardly believe it; it made him sick to his stomach and left the taste of bile in the back of his throat. Gold" He scoffs in disgust at the memory. It was painful to sit back as they worked on healing her, to not be clutching her close to him as he wished. To live with that feeling that this wound was his fault. That made him sick, too. It was all his fault.
Words could never begin to describe how thankful he was for everyone present that night. Anya would not be alive, here with him in bed, if it was not for their friends.
It was the guilt ebbed in that scar on her shoulder that he would remember and continue to remorse for years to come. Fingertips gingerly touched the spot she had been shot. He leaned forward to press his lips very gently against it, as if his kiss held divine powers blessed with the ability to heal.
Maybe they did.
The night had ended up being a whirlwind of a plethora of emotions.
He had been angry. Enormously angry. Praise Allah, it had been eons since he had last been so angry that he could not control his powers. Not since he was a child, at any rate. If anyone knew anything about Alper, it was that he was calm and collected most of all. Never mind the lavish spending. The way that the man had been talking to Maranya made him sick to stomach, and to hurt something very, very badly. It still made him shake with rage with the thought, even all these hours later.
Glancing down at Maranya, who was fast asleep in his arms, he smiled gratefully just to have her here in bed with him, blissfully alive.
The phone call Maranya had received worried him, and he couldn't stop himself from chasing her out through that portal. Thank Allah he had, and the Neo did as well. He had personally never met the prior Chief of Staff of Riverview, and had heard little of him other than the fact he was a poor excuse of a human all together. Alper had stopped abruptly when Justin knocked Anya back and took her into his grasp, the barrel of his gun cocked and pointed at Maranya's temple.
It was only after so many failed attempts of negotiating her release that his anger exploded. He couldn't help it; and believe it, he had tried so hard. Being helpless was not something he liked to feel, and for once he was able to do something, but Alper could only wish it had not ended so badly.
The nasty things Justin even dared to utter made his blood boil, sent him over the edge with such a vicious surge of uncontrollable hatred. His body began pulsating with his magical core, expanding at a rapid pace and only further fueled by his rage. He knew it was stupid, his brain trying to be logical and shout at him to quickly contain the beast while he still could" but he felt it was his last resort. Alper was willing to do what no one else was; even if it meant hurting her, which was the last thing he wished to do. Within moments the power inside him had built up to an uncontainable measure, pulsating dangerously from his body and directed for Justin and Maranya; thankfully before he could pull the trigger on her head. Instead, the bullet caught her shoulder. While Justin may have been greatly inconvenienced just as planned, it was Maranya he cried out for in his moment of stupidity.
All Alper saw was red.The anger bled out of him, and he paused momentarily in shock, soaking in the gradual realization of the implications of his actions. His heart was torn between regret, remorse, guilt, sadness and fear as he bounded forth to scoop Maranya up in his arms.
Wetness began to gather in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over into a heavy fall of tears. "No, Maranya, no, you cannot," he whispered, clutching her close to him. She couldn't die, not yet, not now, not ever. He wasn't ready or willing to part with her.
It was hard for him to let go of her long enough for the others, especially Kel, to get the bullet out. It was gold, and he succinctly remembered thinking what a bastard Justin was for going so low. He could hardly believe it; it made him sick to his stomach and left the taste of bile in the back of his throat. Gold" He scoffs in disgust at the memory. It was painful to sit back as they worked on healing her, to not be clutching her close to him as he wished. To live with that feeling that this wound was his fault. That made him sick, too. It was all his fault.
Words could never begin to describe how thankful he was for everyone present that night. Anya would not be alive, here with him in bed, if it was not for their friends.
It was the guilt ebbed in that scar on her shoulder that he would remember and continue to remorse for years to come. Fingertips gingerly touched the spot she had been shot. He leaned forward to press his lips very gently against it, as if his kiss held divine powers blessed with the ability to heal.
Maybe they did.