Welcome to Triptocaine Blues Chapter 1. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! :3

***Quantic Dream, I don't own Norman Jayden, but boy do I wish I did***

The withdrawals were getting worse.

Every day he would stumble into the shower, letting the water wash over his body, trying to make the pain go away.

He spent sleepless nights mindlessly wandering around his house.

Food started to seem less appetizing, alcohol, more appealing.

Tripto was destroying his life.

Chapter 1

He had seen many different doctors, trying to find something to help with the withdrawals. They were all stumped. The drug was rare, expensive and was hardly ever used excessively, due to the extreme damage caused to the body and the high possibility of overdose. "Unfortunately", one doctor had remarked, "it's not like we can give you something, like a patch, to help with the addiction."

I should have just taken up smoking, Jayden thought bitterly as he slowly eased himself off the floor of the shower, head throbbing menacingly. He leaned against the wall for a moment, trying to gather his bearings. Blood pooled from his nose and swirled down the drain at his feet. It was all the FBI'S doing, Jayden mused as he leant against the cool tiles.

The Tripto was given as a counter-measure against ARI's negative side effects which includes severe migraines, nose bleeds and hallucinations, to name a few. The FBI full well knew how addictive it was- the bastards just cared more about the effectiveness of the ARI over their worker's lives. Once, Norman had been at the end of his tether, sick of the migraines which were a result of using ARI. It was interfering with his duties and left him nauseated and grumpy as hell. A fellow worker had sidled up to Norman one day as he sat slumped at his desk. He had slipped a small vial of bright blue substance into his pocket before nonchalantly striding away.

And that was when hell was born. From that day on, Jayden was an addict.

Jayden sighed and turned off the water. He slowly wobbled out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Rubbing his hair vigorously with the towel he glowered at himself in the mirror. He was a tall man with a lean yet muscled body. Light green eyes set in a pale face, with a scar on his right cheek. He ran his finger over the bumpy ridge, remembering. Shaking his head, he wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen.

He felt so…. empty. He had managed to save Shaun Mars. The Origami Killer was dead. He should have been happy. But….

His vision blurred. Gasping, he fell against the wall.

The scene was replaying in his head like a horrible horror movie.

He raced to the police station, absolutely drenched, but elated. He had just rescued Shaun Mars from the warehouse and had hurried to release Ethan from his cell so he could see his son in hospital. Madison Paige had heard of the news and was also at the hospital, waiting with Shaun.

As he unlocked the door to Cell Room 5 and walked in he had gasped out in shock and was yelling, yelling for somebody, anybody…

Ethan Mars's limp body was on the floor, blood pooling rapidly from his wrists, a jagged edge of mirror lay in his limp hand…

Believing all had been lost and that his son was doomed to drown, He had opened his veins and let himself fade away….little knowing that the man who had arrested him was out saving his son.

Shaking, Jayden lurched off the wall and stumbled into the kitchen. He needed tripto… bad…. but…. he couldn't….. he was trying to quit…. he'd make a coffee….that always seemed to take the edge off a little….

He had just made himself a nice hot cup of coffee (so much better than the shit they served at the police station) when his door bell rang. Glancing at the clock he wondered who it could be. He didn't have any close friends away from Boston- especially any who would visit at this hour.

The doorbell rang again. Insistently. "Allright, allright, I'm coming! Jeez…" Norman walked to the door, looked through the peephole and choked.

Madison Paige was standing outside his door.

What could Madison want with Jayden? Click the "next!" button to find out, you know you want to...

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