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Eliot Spencer | Leverage | Anything goes

[distinctive_guy]

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[master_moreau]

Moreau found manipulating Eliot to be one of those rare challenges he enjoyed so much. Easier, and yet far more difficult than it had been in the past. Now he had leverage to twist the younger man with. And control was so much sweeter than loyalty.

"Don't give me that look, Eliot. This is for your own good." So it may have been a little low, drugging the Hitter. But you didn't try to tame a lion by walking into it's cage unarmed. He tossed the needle into the trash, wiping a smear of blood from his lip. You didn't expect to succeed without a few scratches, either. At least now, Eliot wouldn't be throwing many punches. The drug wouldn't make him immobile, just unbalanced and weak. A precaution.

Greedy bastard.

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot shook his head, half formed growl getting caught in his throat when the action brought only a wave of nausea that had him stumbling against the wall for support. He tried to follow Moreau's movements but his eyes wouldn't focus properly. Three money laundering bastards stood side by side in front of him, and if Eliot tried to focus, he thought he could narrow it down to two.

50-50 chance. He could hit or he could miss. Taking a step forward, he tried to punch one of them but his hand caught on empty air. He lost his balance completely and fell to his knees.

"I'm gonna snap your neck, Moreau. Try that for good..." he muttered, nevermind that the drug gave him trouble getting back to his feet.

Mine. All mine.

[master_moreau]

Moreau barely bothered to side step the punch, that smirk never leaving his confident face as Eliot fell to his knees before him. That was a much better position for his rabid dog. He had made the mistake of leaving the leash off on his most valuable player, and Eliot had left him. Run off from where he belonged to go play hero with a group of 'moraled' criminals. Justice? No, they were just children playing games

Don't bite more than you can chew.

[distinctive_guy]

I'll bite as much as I want to.

[master_moreau]

Moreau laughed at that, a long, low sound of amusement, tinged with scorn. Did Eliot actually believe that? Moreau couldn't see him being quite that optimistic. When he was finished, not only would they not want him back, Eliot would realize he belonged with Moreau, to Moreau.

"Have you become that gullible? Your time away has made you soft, Eliot. As much in your instincts as it has in your mind." It was a low taunt. That he had managed to catch Eliot off guard, drug him. Put him in this position. "You know as well as I do your veins run black with the blood of a killer. You're wasting your time pretending you could be anything more or less than that. Walked away? I let you have leeway to make you realize how worthless you are without me." He crouched down, ready to block any punches Eliot got it in his head to throw. "You know it's true."

I'm keeping count of every nibble.

[distinctive_guy]

[master_moreau]

The denial earns him another punch, this time with the intent to lay him out on his back. Moreau shakes his wrapped fist slightly, cracking his knuckles again. It's been quite some time since he took the physical side of a dispute. Usually he let his pawns do that for him. Eliot was a special case. He got special treatment

[distinctive_guy]

The punch sent Eliot falling back to the floor, back skidding across its rough surface until he came to a stop. Then he was jerked up again by Moreau's hand and he tried to support himself too, scrabbling to regain his footing from under him so he could stand his own ground.

As Moreau's cutting words slashed away at Eliot, they slowly brought out the rage in him. His blue gaze dulled by drugs regained a new type of clarity in anger, and the hitter projected all that sharpness onto the man who dangled him by his shirt. At this close a distance where unfocused doubles, triples, even quadruples didn't matter because there was nothing else in his vision, Eliot directed his cerulean colored hate into meeting Moreau's contemptuous jade tones.

And then he was pushed aside, his back meeting the wall once before he rebounded off it in reawakened anger. "Never, Moreau! I'm never workin' for you again!" He took two steps forward and tried to swing in another punch. "Cause I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!" His fist swayed and missed.

[master_moreau]

Moreau knew his remarks were cutting into Eliot deeper than his punches. Those were really just to keep the Hitter from pulling together his balance. To push his buttons. To egg him on to that breaking point. He side-stepped off balance punches, pushed and pressed and twisted at every tender spot on the quickly angering man. The angrier Eliot grew, the more in control Moreau became.

"By all means, Eliot. It's in your nature to kill." He knew without a doubt, Eliot would not kill him. He could try all he liked. Without so much as batting an eye he tripped the Hitter's feet out from under him, to knock him down again, this time face forward.

"We can be monsters together again. You always did such good work for me. I have not forgotten that. Ruthless, violent, efficient." His finely polished black shoe pressed into Eliot's back as he rested his wait on it, keeping Eliot pinned long enough to lean down, his words mere cruel whispers, filled with pride. "No one could ever wipe out a family quite like you can

[distinctive_guy]

[master_moreau]

The more enraged Eliot became, the further Moreau was going to push him. The Hitter was proving his very words with the way he responded and Moreau could see just how deep the words were hitting home. The sob tearing itself from his throat was like sweet music to his ears.

"Embrace that violent nature, Eliot. You were born to be a killer. The only thing you're useful for to anyone is the violence you are so capable and willing to inflict." He crouched down, just far enough away from the breaking man to give himself time to dodge a lunge from his lion. "That raging darkness within you that's telling you to pounce, to rip my throat open the moment I get close enough for you to reach. I know you feel it building up inside you. Embrace it, Eliot. Let the lion out of the cage."

"You are fooling yourself into thinking you'll ever fully control it."

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot wasn't trying to shout threats at Moreau now. He had moved onto denying those taunts and was fighting the drug with all he was worth. No longer held down, Eliot struggled up to his knees and glared, hating with all his worth, in the direction of the whispering devil.

"You don't know me..." he argued, the drug too strong for him to attempt another physical assault. His world spun and he knew his limbs wouldn't support him for another lunge.

But he flinched with each truth being rehashed anew and laying bare an old wound. He really was a killer... all through his life they used him for that. The army did, the criminals did... Moreau did. And Moreau never stopped, no matter how he tried deluding himself that he was free.

[master_moreau]

Moreau only purchased the best. This drug was picked out specifically with his stubborn Hitter in mind. The more furious Eliot became the faster and further the drug would be distributed through the blood stream. His voice never rose above conversational level, his movements calm and controlled. He might as well have been discussing the weather

[distinctive_guy]

"That life is over..." he tried in a last bid in denial, refusing to accept the fundamental truths that were so bitter to swallow. Worse than the bile in his throat, a whole lot worse. "They're.... My team. I... they...."

But the team doesn't know. Eliot never told them, he would if they asked but... they were afraid to ask. Moreau was right, Eliot's true nature, his capabilities, they were too much for the Leverage team.

He lowered his head, the lion accepting that he was caged.

"I don't want that life anymore! Can't stand it." Even though it's what he's good at, even when he was the best in the field.