So Close
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They ran like hell.
Or rather, she ran like hell, and he tried not killing everyone within a mile radius. Bullets and cards were flying all over the place. Blood bathed their escape route. The mutants still locked in cells watched in amazement at the two. They'd never thought that they would be able to do it, that she would live to see her twenties. Everyone in the mutant prison room knew that she was sick. It was hard to miss a girl coughing up blood. They watched in awe as she seemed to glow as she whirled past and around guards, dodging bullets like they were going in slow motion. Remy, the ever famous Gambit, blasted cards all over the place, keeping a forcefeild up around her. Not that she needed it.
Not since he gave her that injection.
It had been risky, to say at the least. He had practically ripped his arm open to get to the injected chip inside his arm. He kept it in his cell. It was also a tracker. Lorraine had done the same, but Remy had to help. He was never good around blood, especially considering what was in hers. He tried to be careful, but ended up getting some in his own wound. She had freaked out, naturally; apologized a hundred times and cried the whole night even though Remy had held her hand and told her it was no big deal, that he could fix it just like he was going to fix her. She didn't believe him, at least not until he showed up in his cell after going to Stryker's lab with two vials and a syringe.
He injected himself first. He didn't want to mess up, not on her. The injection was only slightly painful compaired to what Remy had felt in his life, but the DNA forming in his system was far from comfortable. He injected Lorraine quickly. He knew that a bunch of kids were watching, but he also knew that none of them would rat on him. It was an unspoken rule in the mutant prison. Protect your people.
It took a day for the DNA to settle. Lorraine's transformation was far more painful than his own, probably because the healing factor was curing the sickness(es). She coughed up more blood that night than she ever had, but the next morning, she was practically glowing with health. Her sallow skin lost its dullness, and she was alert as ever. Remy smirked. It had worked. His crazy idea had worked.
He was so happy that he almost, almost cried. But men don't cry, so it didn't happen.
It was four, in the morning or day he didn't know, when he used a card to unlock the doors. They snuck out, and managed to make it halfway before anyone realized that two prisoners escaped. Then, of course, the soliders came, along with guns and all sorts of ways to try and stop them. But they weren't fast enough to catch them.
Lorraine bolted up the stairs, kicked the doors down, ran like hell past a nuclear power plant. Remy watched in absolute amazement as bullets traveled at the same speed he was. It was just floating in the air to him. Normally he wouldn't even be able to see one.
"Has anyone ever told y'all that you've got one of the most kick-ass mutations on planet earth?" Remy shouted at her. She laughed.
"Johny told me once," she said, a sad amusement to her eyes. Remy frowned. He hadn't meant to bring up sad memories.
"Desole."
"Don't be."