*storm's POV*

Heat seeped through the terrible cold, warming me.

Hermes! I screamed his name in desperation. The sickness flooding my mind dove me to my knees. I gagged, clutching my heaving, protesting stomach. I was unclean. I will always be unclean. Nothing would take away the dark poisoned stain of evil.

"I am here." Hermes was calm. Surrounding me with warmth when I was so utterly cold. Filling my mind with a radiant light, the sun bursting through my mind. How have I ever thought there was no darkness in Scott? I saw darkness, evil of the worse side and it was nothing like I had ever seen. Scott...