A SINISTER LEGACY [PART 4] - The escape.

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Who: The Sick and the doctors
What: The sick plan an escape to search for a cure before it kills Nightcrawler
Where: Medical Quarantine and the docks
Warnings: Violence
Notes: Part one of the series

[It's nighttime on the 22nd, the plot is set, the day has come. It was finally time to break out, to find answers. To find a cure. They wouldn't find anything sitting here. Henry had found nothing while Kurt was getting worse, his flesh beginning to turn from blue to a boiling shade of red. He had know he didn't have much time. He knew it would take a miracle to survive much longer.

Lying in his medical bed with Flik next to him his tail flicks to the side, giving the signal that it was time to begin.

Seconds later, Flik charges straight for Zancrow, screaming at the top of his lungs and as soon as he does, Kurt bamfs from his table, appearing right next to the first person he's getting ready to teleport out.]

Comments

[kinofwrath]

[tired of his fireballs missing Zancrow does the obvious thing of setting himself on fire and sending even bigger fire balls.]

What I do that got you so riled up? You're such a dumb fuck. You can't beat me while you're sick! I'm not even showing symptoms!

[The reason why they're doing this has a very good chance of being forgotten on Zancrow's part however, as he goes into battle mode where the only thing that matters is fucking Flick up and destroying as much as possible]

[bluerebellion]

[Well, they did say to make it real didn't they]

Fuck you you shit! I hate you! I HATE YOU!

[Not having a way to get to Zancrow, Flik starts picking up random pieces of equipment and launching them towards him as fast as he can. Somehow always missing with anything bladed but that tray smacks him right in the face]

HA! Fuck you!

[kinofwrath]

[Zancrow howls in rage, taking the tray, which is melting in his hand and hurls at Flick. He begins to shape his flames into snake like creatures, glowing red eyes and fanged mouths. They aren't sentient, merely an extension of his psyche and he sends them rushing Flick's way]

DIE!

[bluerebellion]

[Flik rushes and dodges in every direction avoiding the snakes as much as he can until one smashes into him sending him flying across the room, smashing across now empty beds before his momentum stops with him sliding across the floor.]

[kinofwrath]

[At this point Zancrow as completely succumbed to his madness, strutting forward and cackling before aiming a kick to Flick's stomach]

[aquawayfinder]

Aqua stalked into the middle of the room, into the middle of the fight, holding up her keyblade, ready to absorb whatever of their powers hit her, yes, but more to make an impression. She wanted their attention. She was sick, and she felt it to her bones, but she was a Master, and she was trained to focus on what was important. Discomfort could come later. Saving these two from themselves and each other was what mattered now.

"The next one to throw so much as a punch," she said coolly, "Will fight me instead. And this will not be sparring, I will not be stopping short of knocking you out. You have been warned, and you will now stop. At. Once."

No trace of the pain she felt in her voice, no quavering of weakness, and certainly no fear. In fact.... Keyblade high, she freed one hand, and smacked it into the gem on her sleeve, letting the armor cover her, in case wither of them thought they could take her down. The armor was hard enough to move in that she almost never wore it for fighting, but it was good for defense, and it looked imporessive.

It made a statement. Like the Keyblade in the air. Like the controlled no nonsense tone of a professor. She just hoped it was enough.

[kinofwrath]

Zancrow kicked Flick one more time and turned to Aqua with a smirk. "Is that so?" He asked. "You think you can take me? I'm a fucking force of nature! I'm the Inferno! The flames of hell itself!"

He began to stomp forward, leaving foot prints of black flames as he wreathed him in flame. "You think you can take me in that pretty armor of yours? I hope you like, because I'm about to melt it to your face."

[aquawayfinder]

Fine then. She set her jaw grimly inside the armor and touched her keyblade to the flames. Within the protective gear he could not see that pain in her eyes from using her power while this ill as she absorbed that power and then ignited it with herself, wreathing her armor in his black fire. "There is nothing your power can do to me that I can't do to myself, and for myself." she moved so that he could not get to Filk without knocking her down. "I do not fear you. Stand down, so you do not have to get hurt. We will resume lessons on control and Mastery."

[kinofwrath]

If there was one thing that could set off anymore it was her taking his power. With an enraged howl he balled his hands into fists and aimed one straight for her helmet.

[aquawayfinder]

She lifted her keyblade to deflect, even as she moved into the blow one gauntleted hand reaching for his shirt, intending to lift him off his feet. She didn't usually stay in the armor to fight, but for now hiding how sick she felt trumped the ability to move quickly and adroitly. She wasn't even sure she was up for fine dexterity and acrobatics without doing herself permanent injury.


You have been warned, she will be FURIOUS when/if she finds out this was staged. Even if she never shows it.

[kinofwrath]

Of course, Zancrow was in no mind to tell her that this was staged. As she lifted him in the air he kicked out, aiming for her stomach as a distraction, and ripped off his shirt.

His smile was feral as jumped back, and then in, fists raised.

[aquawayfinder]

When he charged in again, she dropped the armor to give her the flexibility, and speed. As much as she could while sick. Her hands darted out, and grabbed his wrists. "Enough," she said firmly.

[kinofwrath]

He laughed and kicked out at her. "I've been wondering how powerful you really are. If you really deserve the title of 'master."

[aquawayfinder]

She tightened her grasp but did nothing else to stop the kicks... or to react to them. "Master is not about power. It is about control."

[kinofwrath]

"Bullshit! Power is everything!" The black flames began to expand rapidly from him. They might not burn her, but they'll eat all the oxygen, leaving her with nothing to breath. Leaving him without oxygen as well, but of course he doesn't think of that. All he wants now is to destroy whatever force is in front of him.

I have a list of the powers she holds, if needed.

[aquawayfinder]

She can hold her breath longer, she's fairly sure, especially if she makes him gasp. Through her hands, carefully, she sends a precise jolt of electricity through hi, enough to startle, to hurt a bit, but not enough to be a danger to his heart. She still had Kanji's power, and had spent the time mastering that, and the other she still had from that mission. Because that was what Mastery was. Control and learning. And that... that was the best power.


Though she as sick enough that she would pay for using so much of her mutant power and her energy on this. She hoped she would survive to help this child....

[kinofwrath]

Zancrow let out howl of surprise and began to choke. The oxygen in the room had been eaten up and he hadn't thought of that. In his madness he had forgotten his own need to breath and was not suffocating because of that. His flames began to die out, but he still fought. Pulling back and readying a head butt to Aqua's face.

[aquawayfinder]

She slid her head to one side, taking a glancing blow at worst as she brought up her knee. The flames were dying, so air would return soon. The sooner the better. So she slammed her knee into his midsection, to increase his need for air. She was watching him carefully, making sure to do nothing he could not easily recover from.

But she was worried about the other by, about everyone who had been in the room. And getting a bit light headed herself. She needed to finish this while she still could.

[kinofwrath]

"Jebi se," Zancrow wheezed clutching his stomach, eyes filled unbridled hate and rage before crumpling to his knees and passing out do the lack of oxygen.

[aquawayfinder]

She let go of him and stumbled back, looking for Filk, for anyone else who might need help, even as she swayed, dizzy.