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.]

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[friendofdorothy]

He looked at her through the corner of his eye, then out at the horizon, squinting as if danger might coalesce out of the fog.

"Unsure if what we're doing is right. This is risky. If Mister Wagner's wrong about this..."

If he was, they'd exposed more people to the disease for no gain.

[martyrerkomplex]

Krista leaned back against the low wall behind her, wrapping her arms around her knees loosely.

"You're worried about people getting hurt?"

[friendofdorothy]

He nodded.

"What if we fail and we exposed people for nothing? Just our own egos, to feel like we were doing something?"

He was referring mostly to himself. Little did he know...

[martyrerkomplex]

Carefully, she rested a hand on his shoulder.

"It's just us on this boat -- we haven't exposed anyone else, have we? And with Mr. Wagner's power, we can go wherever it is we need to get into without coming into contact with anyone else on the way in, either.

"I know I've thought about this, and I wouldn't be here if I thought we were going to get anyone hurt."

Anyone besides themselves.

[friendofdorothy]

He breathed out, slow.

"Yes, you wouldn't."

Her specifically. Her conciliation infuriated him but it also gave him a good moral baseline. If she was OK with something, he could rest assured it wasn't so bad.

"But I do remember that in the army they-" Meaning: Cherrystone, as he spent most of his time as the general's manservant. "-said 'no plan of battle survives contact with the enemy. Well, anyway...Do you have a pen?"

He was beginning to get an idea.

[martyrerkomplex]

God, if he knew. If he only knew just how terrible she was as any kind of a moral example. She wasn't sure whether it was funny or just awful, though at least she knew for certain that it didn't really bother her one way or the other in the end.

"I think I saw one when I was searching for bugs. I'll go and get it for you."

She ran off to the above-deck cabin for a moment, returning with pen in hand. Hurrying across the deck was a little too much of a push for her, though, and she ended up leaning heavily on the wall a couple of feet away from Liir, catching her breath and trying not to cough.

[friendofdorothy]

"Thanks. Hey, don't push yourself. This is going to be hard enough as it is..."

He took the pen and stood, ready to steady her, idea momentarily put aside. Their teams' rivalries didn't extend to wanting to watch each other pass out. Yet.

[martyrerkomplex]

Still breathing harshly, Krista shook her head and forced a smile.

"I'm alright. It's alright, don't worry. Here."

She held out the pen in a small, shaking hand.

[friendofdorothy]

Great job, Liir Thropp, you've almost killed her...Doesn't bode well for this expedition if we've almost taken a casualty before we're even there either...

He took the pen with the gravity it deserved. Many Bothans had died to bring it to him. Or something.

"No, really. You should sit down. This is going to be stressful enough on our bodies as it is."

[martyrerkomplex]

Krista sat down, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm.

"What did you want to show me?"

[friendofdorothy]

Krista reminded him uncomfortably of Dorothy sometimes. Now there was a mutant who could breeze (so to speak) in and solve this through sheer pluck and coincidences...At least if it was a problem for Dorothy Gale.

"It's not so much to show you...rather, if things go wrong, a way to keep others safe. Or at least let them make an informed choice."

He rolled his sleeve back and slowly wrote 'I have the Virus' on his arm.

[martyrerkomplex]

She took a moment to look concerned about the idea, like it was something she had to think about, but her mind was made up the moment she realized what he was doing. The moment he was done writing on his arm, she pulled her sleeve back and offered her own arm to him.

"Then write it on me, too."

[friendofdorothy]

Liir was a bit surprised but nodded. Her arm, he observed, was rather small. She'd earned a bit of respect from him for it.

He wrote slowly, wondering if it hurt her to feel the pen dig into the skin. Was he making it worse by dragging it out? He would have to shake himself out of the assumption that she was fragile just because of her size.

[martyrerkomplex]

If it hurt, Krista didn't make any indication of it. She didn't pull away, or make any sounds, and her expression didn't really change. She just held still, patient, until he was finished. (Honestly, getting so much blood drawn and so many IV drips lately was helpful as far as conditioning her to keep still.)

"Thank you. I'd hate to think more people were at risk because of me, so... thank you."

[friendofdorothy]

There, now they were doubly marked, mutant and infected.

"And now we both have the plague mark. They used to paint a cross on your door and lock you in, so I count it as an improvement."

He was actually enjoying this. The worst they could do was fail, and then they'd die, which they were going to die anyway. It played to his like of safe odds.

[martyrerkomplex]

"Well. We're not locked in anymore, at least."

She wasn't sure it was for the best. But honestly, she liked the idea that people would see she'd died trying. It appealed to her sense of the nobility of sacrifice.

(And really, what did she want to live for, anyway?)