47 No More (1/2)
Time passed by slowly, outside everyone continued on with their day and across the hall, Oleg was blasting his music in everyone's ears just as loudly as he always does. No one knew what happened in Desmond's room and they never will.
After a few hours, the blood that spilled out of Desmond's body onto the walls and down the drain dried. The bathroom was still lit up brightly from the light bulb on the ceiling. It fully illuminated Desmond's body as he stayed pin to the wall a gruesome mess.
Any sane person would believe this man to be dead but he wasn't. it was only a small subtle movement, but Desmond's eyes started to twitch. he activated his second sight that allows them to see Magic. he had been waiting to make sure the mirror man was actually gone.
After he confirmed the mirror man's departure he started to move again. he focused and in mere moments Desmond conjured hundreds of Spirit threads that extended to every part of his dismembered body.
His limbs started to wiggle around full of life once more, but no matter how much he jerked his limbs he could not unpin any of his body parts from the wall. unwilling I to give up Desmond wrapped his threads around one of the knives hitting his leg to the wall and forced it out. the mirror man made the knives appear out of thin air but the knives themselves were not magical.
This made removing them easy for Desmond to pull out of his body. it took a considerable bit of his strength and concentration to pull the knives out freeing himself. the Blasted things hurt a lot going in his body for Desmond and it hurt just as much coming out. each knife made a cleaning sound as they fell on the floor of the bathroom splashing more of Desmond's blood around and glistened beautifully from the light coming from the light bulb.
With each limb and his torso free Desmond began the reattachment process. he wasn't going for perfect this time he just needed to make sure his limb stick together so he could get to work. while reattaching his body parts Desmond lamented over his situation.
He hated his luck because it was his shitty luck that has been keeping him in a constant cycle of pain. now though it seems he owes his luck an apology because the mirror manfully had the capability to kill Desmond. If it wasn't for his urge to finish Desmond off quick he most likely would have gone for Desmond's soul. Secret Vistage is a powerful organization, the Magi in this world are powerful, and he is just one man with no friends and no one to back him so what was he supposed to do besides the only thing he could.
With his limbs attached Desmond didn't dally he got up and started moving great speed to tear the mirror off the wall. he didn't break it because he thought there would be no point in that. if the mirror man could enter through the bathroom mirror then he could enter through fragments of it.
Desmond placed the mirror on the floor so no light would show into it then he turned off the light in the bathroom. along with the rest of the house before he moved to cover every reflective surface he could think of be it the light bulb, TV, table, chair, and more he was taking no chances.
Desmond knew the kind of situation he was in that he was probably being watched by the DCPD and maybe Secret Visage as well. but he couldn't really think of that now he was fucked no matter which way he looks at it. his body was a complete mess and he knew he most definitely couldn't stay the way he was. so he stitched up the mark mirror man gave him making it less noticeable. then he grabbed them thickest clothes he could find in his closet and than set off for the stash he had hidden away in the sewers.