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01/31/2019 01:57 PM 

When Doubt Won
Category: Stories
Current mood:  accomplished

Disclaimer : This is a modern piece that takes place in the Modern Mortal Waking Realm. Hence, Solas has finished his confrontations in Trespasser and has moved on in search of the Idol (*Red Lyrium object from DA2) as well as what little magic he can cling to, in this new world. The struggle for a mage who pulls his elements from unknown sources --and still learning of those limits-- can be a challenging one. In a short summary to this, Solas is confronting his employer about some disturbing information that he has uncovered over the last month.







“He will see you in just a minute.” The housekeeper told Solas and closed the door to the study.

Solas was left to look around the room he had barged his way into. At first he wasn’t going to have been invited in but Solas was angry and he insisted to speak with Mr.Eisenhosfer on a personal matter. He threatened not to leave the premises until he had said his peace, and after some mild arguing over an intercom from the mansion’s door, Mr.Eisenhosfer had finally gave the housekeeper permission to allow Solas inside.

He followed the woman to the this room, where the very definition of a distinguished gentleman hung in broad colors of neutral and green. There were stuffed animals on the wall, deer heads, squirrels jumping in mid-air towards another branch, fish mounted in curved jumps, and ducks with their wings spread outward. It was a sight that Solas couldn’t look at without wondering if the souls of that wildlife had received any proper blessing. For some odd reason, the thought for a brief moment of Andruil, and of what she would have said or possibly done. What would a proud Huntress think such display. Would she approve? Would she sneer or laugh? Any outcome would have been probable coming from her because Andruil was unpredictable.

There was a fireplace at the far left side of the room from where Solas had walked inside and at the far right there had been Mr.Eisenhosfer’s work desk. Behind it were large windows that reached from the ceiling to the floor. The curtains were drawn back to allow the moonlight inside. Right across from where Solas had walked inside, was a large bookcase that nearly covered the entire wall. Books that only a pristine scholar from Harvard would have possibly read filled the shelves and mingled with political propaganda, mental disorders, and plagues from a generation Solas had never researched. From the wall next to Solas and leading towards the doorway had looked more like an opened bar. In contrast to the nose-to-grindstone study shelf, the bar shelf was filled all forms of alcohol,more prized trophies of jewelry, busts of people Solas did not know, and tiny sarcophagi that resemble miniaturized representations of ancient resting coffins to Egyption Pharaohs.

As he moved across the green carpet Solas could feel the energies of the room soaking in quickly through the holes at the bottom of his shoes. He could feel the soft carpet indentations from where furniture had been moved around the room often. The hard work of a man who spent his life chasing after fabled tales and struggling with living up to the expectations of his family. There was a similarity in that understanding Solas had not cared for in the slightest. He reassured himself quickly that he was nothing like this human. The thought made him sneer and he reached for the nearest interesting looking alcohol bottle and tumbler glass. Solas poured himself a drink and placed the opened bottle on the desk. Just as he was in mid-drink, he heard the door open behind him but Solas hasn’t turned around.

“Please! Pour yourself a drink, Solas. Care to prop your feet up on my desk too?” Mr.Eisenhosfer’s voice spoke practically dripping with sarcasm.

“I’ll stand, thank you.” Solas remarked and took another long drink before pouring the next one. He didn’t care for the taste, but he drank another anyway just to stake his claim that he wouldn’t be intimidated.

“Solas… It’s eleven thirty.” Mr.Eisenhosfer sighed as he stepped closer. “Whatever it is, can’t it wait unti--”

“Did you give her that option? To wait?” He questioned him looked back to the bottle to pour him another. “Or did you shove that syringe to her arm as fast as you could fill it?”

Mr.Eisenhosfer tilted his head, and turned slightly as he stopped a few paces away. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I uncovered everything. The tests, the threats--everything you did just to get her to comply to what you demanded--I know about it all.” Solas turned and slammed the empty tumbler glass down to the desk. “I was your friend, Hal. I stood by you, and you made me a fool. How much Red did you give her, Hal?”

He questioned and narrowed his eyes. His elbows pulled back, fists forming towards his sides and Solas snarled even in spite of his false human form. “How much Red did you force into that little girl? Did you even care what would--?”

“So, I took a few shortcuts. We were on a breakthrough.” Mr.Eisenhosfer started to explain and in return, his jaw had also stiffened. “In order to find a cure, it is necessary to study the effects of the disease--”

“There is no cure!” Solas roared much louder.

As if triggering from the shout, the glass along the trophy cases cracked and the pressure within the room had seemed to increase by tenfold. His shadow against the moonlight almost seemed to have grown, and was towering over in a silhouette of disgust.

Mr.Eisenhosfer started to stumble towards his knees. He clutched at his own throat in the desperation of something--to scream; perhaps--but there had been strangely a sudden slacked ability to even breath. It was as if the bubble of air around him had been sucked out of the atmosphere; exchanged for carbon dioxide. This had meant a huge struggling challenge just to breathe. It was then, Mr.Eisenhosfer had seen the bright glow from Solas’s eyes--swallowing out the irises and somehow, he had known then of what danger he welcomed into his home.

“There is no cure…” Solas began more calmly as he walked slowly towards him; towering over the old man choking at his feet.

“Red behaves like a viral parasite. A highly infectious viral parasite that can be contracted through touch, bodily fluids or even through breathing--if its small enough. It’s symptoms are slow and painful; attaching itself to whatever it touches. Red assimilates, penetrates and grows much like a tumor. It targets the brain, the nervous system, and any vital organ it can cling to; making itself impossible to remove without serious and damaging ramifications.”

Solas lowered his head down in a glare towards Mr.Eisenhosfer and watched as he struggled; nearly falling slowly to lay on his stomach. The human’s limbs attempted to flop against the green carpet like a fish that had been plucked from the ocean to gasp in vain.

“And you didn’t care. I checked over her receiving treatment procedure. The track marks in Ashley’s arms. The bruises on her ankles, her wrists... thighs…” Solas continued in his seething bitterness just to watch the human suffer at his feet. He tilted his head as his accusations dripped with verbal poisons.

“...You chained a deranged suicidal child to a padded room and there, you violated her in more ways than the monsters in her nightmares ever could. It was more than malpractice upon her, doctor, it was rape.”

After a moment longer, staring down into the fear that Mr.Eisenhosfer had of him, Solas closed his eyes. The elvhen breathed in for an attempt to calm his nerves. In response, the pressure within the room released and the circulation of air returned swiftly. For the moment, Mr.Eisenhosfer had just staying laying on the floor to breathe. His chest heaved hard and quaking from the strain of previously not being able to receive fresh clean air. The importance of it had never seemed so vital until it was snatched away from him, and Mr.Eisenhosfer wasn’t even certain as to how it was taken away. He couldn’t prove it, and he didn’t know what, but he believed that Solas had done something.

“Give me your hand.” Solas offered to him but his actions were far less comforting than his voice.

He snatched the old man back to his feet with a quick and violent tug, and Solas was more than eager to have his hand free from giving him any aid to begin with. The old man stumbled forward and coughed for air in between straightening up. He looked at Solas, and after the first few moments of trying to speak he found that even then it was becoming slightly of a struggle due to the strain in gathering air for any other purpose than breathing.

“Solas--” He started to mutter.

“Nuva dirthalas, felasil… I’m not going to harm you. You’ve done enough harm to yourself and others.” Solas sneered at him. He looked away then and in a slow march towards the door, he started to make his exit. “Pour yourself a drink, Hal. Go to bed…”

“Solas, I didn’t touch her!” Mr.Eisenhosfer coughed and started to turn after him. Solas rested his hand on the doorknob and stopped a moment to look towards him; giving him the chance to speak his peace. So, he hobbled his way to him in a slump plea to be heard. “Whatever she says; its a lie! Y--You gotta believe me…”

Solas glanced down and his frown hardened even more. It wasn’t even a deciding factor for him on whether or not Mr.Eisenhosfer even really did do anything to Ashley, because it was bad enough that she believed it in her very soul of what was done to her. Aside from that, even the drugs that were injected into her were against her will. No matter how a person looked at it, the actions were unwanted and they were forced onto her, into her, permanently changing her, infecting her, killing her and all of it was covered up by threats that frightened her. Even if she wasn’t physically raped, she certainly was mentally. So, to Solas, it didn’t make much of a difference at all.

He knew he needed to leave his boss’ room before he burned the human alive; and here--there were cameras. The thought still crossed his mind, but no--the elf forced himself not to act. He tried so much to force himself not to care. Caring was what lead to so many worlds hanging in the balance. Solas shouldn’t--couldn’t--care about this injustice. He shouldn’t--couldn’t--act upon that rage. If he did, then Solas felt that he would have learned nothing from his past. Doubt was a terrible challenge to certainty, and it creeped its way in even the signs were obvious.

“Make love to your wife.” Solas muttered to him as he turned away without much any reassurance to Mr.Eisenhosfer, and then started to disappear from behind the door. “She’s the only one willing bend over now.”

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