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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[martyrerkomplex]

"No, you go ahead. I'll be there soon, Eli."

[eileaneathompson]

"You have to survive this," she said firmly, "the clone doesn't."

[martyrerkomplex]

"Please, Eli? I've been so worried about you, I want you to take care of yourself..."

[eileaneathompson]

"Worried.... about me? Why?" she asked, perplexed.

[martyrerkomplex]

"You know, since you got... hurt."

[eileaneathompson]

"You mean... that burn?" she asked, so confused.

[martyrerkomplex]

"I don't think you remember it quite the way..."

Krista bit her lip. Well... Maybe she should just ask Eli what she'd like. "...I might be able to help you remember, but only if you want me to. I think you might not want to..."

Oh dear goddess.....

[eileaneathompson]

"Remember?" she asked, so confused, then shrugged. "Alright, I guess...." To figure out what was going on... maybe it was for the best. She wanted to know why her best friend kept getting weird around her sometimes, ever since she got injured. What had bothered Krista so badly about that burn?

[martyrerkomplex]

If it was a problem, she thought, she could always seal the memory off again, make her forget she'd ever remembered it.

With that safeguard available to her, Krista set a hand on Eli's forehead and focused on the holes in her memory, filling them in with the fragments left scattered around them.

Well, now I have a retcon reason for why Eli did very little in the mansion threads

[eileaneathompson]

As soon as she slid in the memory of her having died, Eli's head filled with pain, as though a bomb had exploded inside her skull. She, and both clones on the ship SCREAMED in pain.

Eli passed out. The clone she was not directly controlling passed out as well, then vanished. The clone with Krista kept screaming. Her eyes were so wide that they looked like they ought fall out, and her skin was pale as paper. She kept screaming, filled with pain, writhing on the deck.

[martyrerkomplex]

Well, that was even worse than anticipated.

Krista reached out to touch her again, trying to set everything back the way it had been before -- to seal the memory off the way Eli seemed to have. To make her forget.

[eileaneathompson]

In her sleep, back in the mansion, Eli calmed and stilled. But she did not awaken. The clone with Krista gasped, struggling to breathe, wide eyed, every muscle tight with pain and tension. "Wh....what.... did you do to me...?" the clone asked, and it was the clone, not Eli. Somehow that was clear, as she curled into a ball.

[martyrerkomplex]

"I don't know... I think..."

How to explain it without just setting her off again?

"I think something went wrong with my power. Eli, I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

[eileaneathompson]

"E...Eli's sleeping... I'm disconnected.... I... I hurt," she whispered.

[martyrerkomplex]

What was she supposed to do? What could make it better?

"You should rest -- maybe you'll feel better. Oh, Eli, I'm sorry..."

[eileaneathompson]

"why didn't she... just.... unmake me?" she asked with a whimper. "It hurts."

[martyrerkomplex]

Calm, she projected, as she reached to stroke Eli's brow like a mother with a feverish child.

"I don't know. I'm sorry..."

[eileaneathompson]

The clone started to calm, though the pain remained. She closed her eyes, hoping that if she slept... she would never have to wake up.