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A SINISTER LEGACY [PART 4] - The escape.
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.]
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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"Would you rather die in a cage?"
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"There are worse ways to die."
And yet he was there. That should have been evidence enough, from knowing him, that he had at least some faith in the mission.
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"Animal pens are back that way, then."
Still, she noticed that he hadn't tried to wiggle away. And his presence here and not there was an answer too.
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The last animal pens he'd seen, he'd been burning them. Maybe it had been his mother's spirit that possessed him to do that. Maybe it was why he was there now.
He set her down, as gently as he could, in a deck chair.
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When she actually realized no, there was like, a chair there, she stopped clinging onto Liir like a giant parasite and also stopped grumbling.
"...thanks."
It was probably irksome to keep carrying her around. She wasn't exactly small.
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"Well...I guess we don't have a choice. We solve this or all our people die...Or we're too weak to fight back when the hammer comes down."
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"So either way we're staring death in the face."
The thought wasn't...as disquieting as she thought it'd be. Perhaps it was because she could pretend it was far away yet; too far to be terribly important.