Tara was on her feet as soon as the door opened.
“Where’s Alek?” she demanded of Nic as he entered. “Is he alright?”
“Tara, please,” Nic alisema patiently. She crossed her arms, about to warn him not to lie to her, but when she met his eyes, the serenity there made her pause. There was no mockery, no taunting gaze as if he were purposely trying to agitate everyone around him. Jace and Bentley were watching him with concern; however, the Brit kept his attention on Tara.
“Aleksander is ill,” Nic informed. “He was aliyopewa a medicine, a sort of serum, but he overused it.”
“He ODed,” Bentley rephrased as Tara tried making sense of what as being said.
“In a way, yes.”
“But.. but it’s Alek. He couldn’t do something like that. Abuse drugs? Why?” She was surprised kwa the anger she felt.
Nic shook his head. “None of us would have thought it. But he’s stable now and allowed one visitor.” Tara nodded and allowed herself to be guided to the medical bay where she had been escorted from an saa before.
The sight of Alek laying on the cot made Tara miss a step, and she would have tripped if the hand on the small of her back had not been there to steady her. “The shackles are a precautionary measure,” Nic tried to reassure. “We’ll be right out in the hall if wewe need us.” He motioned for Emily and Ivara to follow him out of the room.
Tara took a kiti, kiti cha in the chair where Emily had sat. She took one of the clothes from the bedside meza, jedwali and dipped it in the water bucket, then wrung it out and used it to wipe away the sweat accumulating across Alek's forehead, dripping down his temple.
A teardrop ran down Tara's cheek, and she dipped her head to wipe it away. As she did so, she spotted the most bone-chilling sight.
Tara had been focused on his pale features, his eyes roaming quickly beneath beneath their lids as if in a nightmare. But now her attention was caught kwa the veins running from his heart. The right of the boy's chest was covered in a network of blood vessels which glowed beneath the surface of his ashen skin. It was a complete network, a cobweb of the sickly illuminacent blue-green. Their glow pulsed in sync with his heartbeat.
Tara stood so quickly that the chair toppled backward. Her knees were shaky as she turned away from the horrifying sight. She felt as if the floor were dropping out from under her as she stumbled into the hall.
They were waiting there as promised. Emily stepped toward the distressed girl, but Tara held up a hand to stop her. "Is he dying?" she croaked, her throat suddenly dry.
"He's stable," Nic answered. "Trying to heal himself-"
Tara found the energy to sound stern. "Is Alek going to die?"
"We.. don't know." A short pause. "Tara?"
"I just want to be alone right now, okay?"
Nic put out an arm to keep the girls at his side from following the brunette as she disappeared down the hall.
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It was not like it had been in the nightmares where his blood had boiled and muscles has burned, as if he were being baked alive from the inside out. The zaidi was zaidi meticulous than that.
There were a thousand spiders, nails on their eight feet, crawling along the sinew of his muscles. They climbed through his blood veins and broke his skin to reach the surface.
Alek tried to swipe away the arachnids, tear them out, but there was something disabling him from doing so. He was Prometheus, bound down and forced to take his punishment as the creatures tore at him.
Alek pulled at the restraints, but even through the fever he could feel the cuffs digging into his skin, unyielding. The pain was a burning so heated it was icy. When he opened his mouth trying to catch a breath, he could feel his throat chafe with a scream.
He knew there was no waking up even as he felt his energy to fight draining. His head fell back, his muscles relaxed, and Alek was plunged to an even darker pit.
This one was devoid of any pain. There were no restraints, no creatures tearing Alek apart.
The sunlight painted leaves above him a translucent green, casting light shadows across the grass. Alek sat up and glanced around. The details of the scenery below were blurred, but he could easily make her out from where she sat, crouched beside the tree.
"Whisper?" Her azure locks spilled over her shoulders, which were left bare kwa the strapless ruby-red dress she wore. everything about her was the same aside from her wide eyes. Rather than glassy mirrors, reflecting everything back, they were a a blue as deep as the ocean waves.
"No," he lips formed the word. Then, in a breathless voice, "No, wewe can't... wewe can't be here."
“Where’s Alek?” she demanded of Nic as he entered. “Is he alright?”
“Tara, please,” Nic alisema patiently. She crossed her arms, about to warn him not to lie to her, but when she met his eyes, the serenity there made her pause. There was no mockery, no taunting gaze as if he were purposely trying to agitate everyone around him. Jace and Bentley were watching him with concern; however, the Brit kept his attention on Tara.
“Aleksander is ill,” Nic informed. “He was aliyopewa a medicine, a sort of serum, but he overused it.”
“He ODed,” Bentley rephrased as Tara tried making sense of what as being said.
“In a way, yes.”
“But.. but it’s Alek. He couldn’t do something like that. Abuse drugs? Why?” She was surprised kwa the anger she felt.
Nic shook his head. “None of us would have thought it. But he’s stable now and allowed one visitor.” Tara nodded and allowed herself to be guided to the medical bay where she had been escorted from an saa before.
The sight of Alek laying on the cot made Tara miss a step, and she would have tripped if the hand on the small of her back had not been there to steady her. “The shackles are a precautionary measure,” Nic tried to reassure. “We’ll be right out in the hall if wewe need us.” He motioned for Emily and Ivara to follow him out of the room.
Tara took a kiti, kiti cha in the chair where Emily had sat. She took one of the clothes from the bedside meza, jedwali and dipped it in the water bucket, then wrung it out and used it to wipe away the sweat accumulating across Alek's forehead, dripping down his temple.
A teardrop ran down Tara's cheek, and she dipped her head to wipe it away. As she did so, she spotted the most bone-chilling sight.
Tara had been focused on his pale features, his eyes roaming quickly beneath beneath their lids as if in a nightmare. But now her attention was caught kwa the veins running from his heart. The right of the boy's chest was covered in a network of blood vessels which glowed beneath the surface of his ashen skin. It was a complete network, a cobweb of the sickly illuminacent blue-green. Their glow pulsed in sync with his heartbeat.
Tara stood so quickly that the chair toppled backward. Her knees were shaky as she turned away from the horrifying sight. She felt as if the floor were dropping out from under her as she stumbled into the hall.
They were waiting there as promised. Emily stepped toward the distressed girl, but Tara held up a hand to stop her. "Is he dying?" she croaked, her throat suddenly dry.
"He's stable," Nic answered. "Trying to heal himself-"
Tara found the energy to sound stern. "Is Alek going to die?"
"We.. don't know." A short pause. "Tara?"
"I just want to be alone right now, okay?"
Nic put out an arm to keep the girls at his side from following the brunette as she disappeared down the hall.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was not like it had been in the nightmares where his blood had boiled and muscles has burned, as if he were being baked alive from the inside out. The zaidi was zaidi meticulous than that.
There were a thousand spiders, nails on their eight feet, crawling along the sinew of his muscles. They climbed through his blood veins and broke his skin to reach the surface.
Alek tried to swipe away the arachnids, tear them out, but there was something disabling him from doing so. He was Prometheus, bound down and forced to take his punishment as the creatures tore at him.
Alek pulled at the restraints, but even through the fever he could feel the cuffs digging into his skin, unyielding. The pain was a burning so heated it was icy. When he opened his mouth trying to catch a breath, he could feel his throat chafe with a scream.
He knew there was no waking up even as he felt his energy to fight draining. His head fell back, his muscles relaxed, and Alek was plunged to an even darker pit.
This one was devoid of any pain. There were no restraints, no creatures tearing Alek apart.
The sunlight painted leaves above him a translucent green, casting light shadows across the grass. Alek sat up and glanced around. The details of the scenery below were blurred, but he could easily make her out from where she sat, crouched beside the tree.
"Whisper?" Her azure locks spilled over her shoulders, which were left bare kwa the strapless ruby-red dress she wore. everything about her was the same aside from her wide eyes. Rather than glassy mirrors, reflecting everything back, they were a a blue as deep as the ocean waves.
"No," he lips formed the word. Then, in a breathless voice, "No, wewe can't... wewe can't be here."
Age: 14
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Saphire Blue
Height: 6'0
Weight: 115lbs
Powers: Phasing, invisiblity, water bending(freezing, shaping, moving, evap, ect).
Weapons: Swords, and the occasional mace.
History: Austyn lived in a happy family in France, until they turned on him. He had to run away, they found him begging for spare change in the streets. They took him nyumbani and beat him to teach him a lesson. He moved to america, he got a job, and learned little english. His family is still looking for him. In the wrong place.
Personality: Austyn is pretty open and nice. He knows when to be serious. When he sees someone down au upset, he would go over there and poke them, au hug them. He likes everyone to be happy and together. Quiet when it comes to fighting au family.
S'tume: Leather koti, jacket and white tanktop underneath. Black-washed jeans.
Alise: Bubble Blast
Age: 15
Birthday: 18th July 1998
Hair and eyes: Blonde and Blue
Personality: Bubbly and always happy! It takes a lot to get her down, strong willed and hopefully at all times.
Powers: She can create bubbles made out of either lighting, ice, water au just energy and if she gets angrey Powerful moto bubbles, she can make force feild bubbles and even travel underwater with them. She has a bubble staff which she uses to fly around and shoots bubbles aswell
Relation to team:None yet but has a crush ;)Team mate and member of the X-men
Like: BUBBLES! XD Cat's, swimming, spending time with friends, flying, bubble baths, bubble machines, the starts, bakeing, chokoleti and drawing :)
I think thats all if wewe wanna ask maswali I will be happy to answer