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Walking down the narrow hall, Solaris deftly twisted the dripping strains of her ebon hair into the ever-present braid. She eyed the closet as she passed. They would have to deal with the bugger soon and get rid of him.
She caressed the smooth, precious jars as she passed the table. They were a bane and a strength. The poisons had unleashed so much pain upon her, and yet saved her so much more. Through the pain, she had learned to stand strong. Broken so many times, but the pain of the poisons had erased the other pains. The emotional shattering brought upon her by her so-called family. Never had she willingly partaken in the poisons, nevertheless, they helped her. Few poisons could kill her now unless she imbibed far more then the usual killing amount. Venoms were a different story, but there were so few venomous creatures now.
The teapot started to hiss faintly. Perfect, given a few more minutes it would start whistling. But, she preferred it now. Once it reached a whistling point the tea was too hot for her tastes, so she twisted the knob with a click and turned the fire beneath the pot off. Rinsing out her cup, she filled it and, after an absentminded sip, set about putting stuff together for Quatre. She would take him his tea and rebandage his arm. They could not risk such a serious wound becoming infected.
Sneering at the ration bar, she balanced it atop Quatre's tea. She made to carry it all, but it proved outside her capabilities. With a sigh of regret, she swallowed the last of the tea in her cup freeing up a hand to carry the first aid kit. Setting the now empty cup down, she reached for the kit and froze, the after taste of the tea just registering. It was far too sweet. This blend of tea never left a sweet after taste. Particularly one so familiar.
"Kuso." Ice ran through her veins very soon to be replaced by painful, poisonous fire. Antidote? No. No time, and it was very hard to replace. She should survive this. She rushed to the sink and stuck a finger down her throat. Gagging, she breathed harshly with the first flickers of pain in her stomach. She jammed her finger farther down. It would be far worse if she did not get it out of her stomach. Bile and viscous liquids emptied into the sink. Wishing for the time to wash out her mouth she viciously dumped the contents of the teapot and remaining cup into the sink.
Sudden realization had her cursing a nasty blue streak of words she had picked up from visits to the street. "Quatre! Quatre! Get up. The prisoner! He's on the loose!" A wave of pain had her stumbling. Wrapping an arm around her stomach and reaching for her gun, only to realize she hadn't replaced the holster after her shower.
"Stupid." She twisted the clasp of the chain slung as always around her hips. It fell free. The slim adamant rod on the end fitting perfectly in her hand. A twist of the ring on the end had the flat links running through the chain slashing out forming razor teeth along the length of metal. Known as a demon tail, the weapon was her favorite though rarely used. Now if only she could get through the pain, which was rapidly getting worse, long enough to take care of the prisoner. Soon she would likely pass out, so she had little time. The Hallucinations were starting. Currently a faint purple bunny bounced along on the ceiling. So quickly. How much had the man put in the tea anyway. Perhaps she should have taken the antidote. Too late now.
"Quatre!" she yelled. She was running out of time. She moved weakly into the hallway. Her muscles started to spasm. This was worse then communicating through Control. Control dropped rapidly to fifteen percent, but it did little to stop the immediate effects of the poison. It could speed up the healing in her body, but it could only handle so much in such a short amount of time. After all, healing was not Control's first function and priority.
The lessening of Control's hold allowed her to make it nearly to the closet just before it opened revealing the leering face of the prisoner. Swaying she leaned on the wall. Her vision grayed. No. He would not get out.
The man rushed her. Lashing out with her Demon tail, a bloody line opened down the man's left temple to his chin. She kicked him in the stomach, but the poison took its toll heavily. Her balance was off. He caught her foot and threw her to the floor. Abruptly another hallucination swamped her. It was more of a memory really. She knew that, but in her state, it felt real, and her brother towered over her with that awful sneering face. The one holding disgust and insane pleasure all in one. She had hoped to never see it again.
She stopped fighting. She did not want to relive these memories. The darkness swallowed her whole.
TBC
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