After the amazing (sarcasm) response from my last post, I was not
disheartened. Here's another one, you bastards.
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Lance neared the alley where the unknown mutant's signal had been pinpointed and stopped without going in, waiting for his boyfriend to catch up. Coming out had been good for him. All he had been doing in that mansion was moping around. not that he didn't have good reason, but Lance Alvers did NOT like to be trapped in one place for too long, even if it was himself that was doing the trapping.
He admitted to himself that he did blame himself for not watching his only remaining 'brother' carefully enough to stop the suicide attempt, or at least see the signs. He was also aware of the near clinical depression that had overcome him recently. Oljannie had threatened to put him on a course of anti-depressants, but he was determined to get through this without drugs- it was only natural to go through something like this after half of your kind, half your friends (although you would have never admitted that to their faces) had been slaughtered.
He didn't want to think about that, and he totally avoided thinking about how Fred had gone down, taking half of the enemy with him, or that ingenious attack that they had created to catch Pietro. he didn't think about that either.
It was probably only the fact that he know had a new family depending on him that kept him going.
//Well, // he amended as Scott approached him //that and a new boyfriend. //
"They're down here yeah?" He asked Scott, who nodded after a period of silent communication with Xavier. Lance held in his hatred of the man and continued for Scott's sake.
"I'll go in first, in case whoever it is is hostile. You back me up."
Scott didn't argue, although he didn't look too pleased, and Lance went in.
He crept in as silent as possible, expecting anything. What he had least expected to find was the slightly singed and battered looking naked body of what appeared to be a young boy.
He laid sprawled face-up on the dirty floor, his strangely coloured blue- white skin nearly luminous in the dark. He knelt down to check that the boy was breathing, then turned his head to call to Scott that the other mutant was unconscious and apparently in serious need of some medical help.
It was because his head was turned that he didn't see the foot coming, and only because he turned his head in the boy's direction at Scott's shout that his neck wasn't broken.
Scott watched as the boy who was, according to Lance, probably seriously hurt, kicked a foot up aiming for Lance's head. He shouted a warning to Lance, who didn't turn in time to see avoid the blow and was kicked in the side of the head, quite powerfully as he was sent sprawling. And it took a lot to send Lance over.
The boy used the momentum of his kick to flip over into a crouch and roll away from Lance, flipping back so that he was standing and facing the two bigger boys in a fighting stance. And all this was done without a stitch on him.
Scott prepared himself to shoot to graze the boy's arm if he became more of a threat. Lance got up slowly and backed off, clutching the side of his head in obvious pain.
//He'll have a headache from that. // Scott thought correctly.
As Scott watched, the boy, he realized that his whole frame was trembling slightly. He kept swaying as if he was going to fall down, something that seemed out of place considering the agility and flexibility that he had just witnessed. This boy couldn't have a bad sense of balance. He was obviously struggling to stay aware, but his body eventually won the battle. The boy's eyes rolled back into his head and he pitched forward in a dead faint. Scott, unwilling to see his nose broken by impacting with the floor, lunged forward and caught him just in time.
The first thing he did was to take his jumper off (without losing hold of the body) and wrapped him in it, giving him some decency at least. He then gave the figure a quick once over, in case there was any unusual things about him that might identify them easily as mutants.
He had dark violet hair, long and straggly and cut to his cheekbones, but that could be passed off as dye if it was noticed. There didn't seem to be any strange appendages from what Scott could see. He did take note of the bad bruising that marred the boy's gamin features. The right side of his face was bruised from the black eye to the purpling lower cheekbone and there was a slight gash in running up through his hairline on the left side above his eyebrow. There were also small bruises along his jaw line which were the shape of the impression made by fingertips.
He reached down after picking the unmoving boy up, to fold his hands into his chest for easy carrying, and discovered, to his disgust, that some of the fingers were obviously broken. There were heavy rope burns around his wrists which looked as if they would scar and had torn the flesh open in some places.
Scott briefly wondered where in the hell the boy had come from, and in such a condition, and he couldn't stand to look for anymore injuries. That was Dr. Oljannie's job.
He turned to Lance, who was nursing his poor hurting face, casting rueful looks at the one responsible.
"It's all right; he's out for the count now. You must have scared him or something."
Lance rubbed his cheek and moved his jaw around to check that he still could.
"Whatever." He muttered under his breath, and turned to lead them both to the car.
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Adelaide Oljannie had always had a feeling that there was something different about her, although she could never articulate exactly what the feeling was. She lived with her godparents after her biological ones were killed by a panicked bank robber when she was young. She loved them very much and hated being away from them for so long, even if she knew it was safer this way.
When the news that mutants existed, and even had a school, had come out, Adelaide had been going through the last year of medical school. She was a brilliant student and had been set to do great things. However, after hearing about these other people with special powers, she had become excited by the thought that, maybe, this was why she felt so different, why she was such a good doctor. If she could find out more about this Xavier guy, then maybe he could tell her whether or not she too was one of them. So, she lost all her credit and the support of a great number of people, and began working with the mutant sympathizers.
Now, after the vicious attack on the practically defenceless school, she had chosen to provide them with medical help. Xavier had tested her for the X-gene and, although she didn't have it and so wasn't a mutant per say, he had told her that she had a gift or power all of her own, one that she could use to heal (or hurt) other people.
//It was a good thing too // She thought to herself. //I know that this kid would have bled to death if I didn't have this gift. //
She was now quite drained by the effort that had gone into healing the kid's wounds, and she still hadn't even totally healed all of them. Added to that was the weight of sorrow for him when she discovered the extent of his injuries, leading her to the conclusion that he had probably been tortured. Probably one of those anti-mutant gangs that became popular after the fall of the Institute.
She had set the five mangled fingers, which had been broken through someone bending them in the opposite way. The person who did this must have known what they were doing too, as there were bruises underneath his fingernails, the kind that can only be made through constant pressure rolling over the nails. This type of torture was agonizingly slow and excruciatingly painful.
She had healed the faint hairline crack in the back of his skull, and had reduced the swelling on his face from the bruises, although she didn't have anything left for the bruising by that point. He should only suffer with a mild headache, rather than a full-blown concussion when he woke up.
She had also repaired the four cracked ribs and had reduced the numerous bruisings on his torso. From the way that they were placed and shaped, she suspected that he had been kicked till his ribs cracked.
Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to do anything but soothe the rubbed raw wrists. He would have scars.
The soles of his feet were raw and blistered, as if they had been skinned and he had been made to stand on hot coals. She had tried to repair them as much as she could, but had been drained after fixing the life- threatening problem.
He had massive internal tearing and bleeding, so much so that it was a wonder to her that he had been able to even move to attack Lance as he had.
From the internal injuries, the bruises on his hipbones and the blood that had dried black in a thick layer between his thighs, Adelaide felt pretty sure that she could say that their new recruit had recently been viciously and brutally raped.
She didn't want to think about what whoever had had him before did to him to make him have those small fingertip bruises along his jaw either. He had definitely put up a fight, if whoever it was had had to force his mouth open.
She cut off that thought there and then. She decided only to tell Xavier about this. If the boy wanted to tell everyone else when he came round, it would be his choice.
Right now, she wanted to get something to eat and have a lie-down. That healing had taken a lot out of her, mentally and physically.
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|| "Come on, baby. Show us what you can do. We know you're gagging for it, so don't bother trying to fight us."
So many hands here, so many people! I don't want any of this, it's not true, none of its true! I need to fight them off, Oh Daiya, where the fuck is my sword? Oh Goddess, I can't fight them off, they're too strong for me. Daiya, please protect me from them, please. Oh Goddess I can't do this anymore.
- Large hands grabbed him by the arms and legs and pinned him down-
I'm too young, please, don't, Goddess please.
- One person forcibly held his legs apart while someone else straddled
his chest, ignoring the pain of protesting cracked ribs -
"Come on sweetheart. We all know you're just a cheap street-whore. Why don't you give it to us like we know you want and maybe we'll leave you with a stomach left afterwards hm? Now open that pretty, pretty mouth."
Alexsion, where are you? You said you'd be there. ||
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It was Kurt's turn to keep vigil by the new boy's bedside, so it was Kurt who was startled out of his half-doze by the piercing screams which burst from their slumbering patient as he sat up.
"Calm down, calm down, your zafe now. Frau Oljannie! He'z avake!"
The boy sat up fast, probably too fast as he had to hold his head when he did. He almost immediately whipped round to see his new surroundings, despite the dizziness the action must have caused him. Ever since the war, Kurt had stopped trying to hide who he was and had destroyed his image inducer. He said that it didn't matter to him anymore.
Unfortunately, he may have been too premature in doing that, as the boy froze like a startled cat when he saw the blue-furry mutant sitting by his bed. The stranger moved quickly, quietly and efficently, as was demonstrated to Kurt when the other boy moved himself as far away from Kurt as possible, keeping his eyes on him all the time.
They were a soft dark grey colour, and very large and intense. There was obvious fear and pain in them, from seeing Kurt and moving too much, but there was also something buried that Kurt was too inexperienced to properly define. it was a kind of dead hardness...
"Wha-whatever the fuck you want demon, you better not be 'specting to get it from me, 'less you want to be hung by that tail o'yourn."
The stranger, looked oddly strong, even though he was tremoring in fear and dressed only in plain white pyjamas. Kurt held up his hands in an appeasing fashion.
"Look, I'm not going to cauze trouble and I'm not a demon. You don't have to be afraid."
Dr Oljannie entered to this scenario at the moment.
"Oh dear. Kurt, could you step outside quietly please?"
Kurt nodded and slowly backed out of the room, not turning his back to the boy for a second, although he was concerned about leaving Adelaide in there. Who knows what that stranger's powers were?
"Hi." Adelaide said calmly and without any sudden gestures to the obviously severely shaken and terrified boy. Involuntary shivers ran through his rangy frame and he had a decidedly panicked look to him. And as a doctor, Adelaide knew that panic could turn itself into attack.
"You don't have to afraid, we want to help you. I'm Adelaide Oljannie. Can you tell me your name?"
As she said this, some of the wild look came out of that stance, although he was far from relaxed.
"Where'm I?"
"You were lying badly injured in an alley in a nearby town. We brought you back here to the safety of the remaining mutants from the Bayville institute."
This didn't appear to help, if anything, the boy looked even more confused.
"Where's Bayville? Which ruler d'you serve? Are you a follower of Daiya or Mab? What's going to happen t'me?"
Oljannie was now slightly worried about her patient. Maybe the trauma he'd had recently had resulted in some kind of amnesia or brain damage.
"First of all, nothing you don't want to happen to you is going to happen to you. We can answer the rest of your questions when you're more settled down, okay? What's your name?"
The boy looked suspiciously at the woman, before grudgingly answering.
"Daqyrii Zadaris. And I need t'know who you follow."
Okay, And she had thought she had it bad with 'Adelaide Oljannie'. She supposed it could have been worse.
"What do you mean who do I follow? And do you want to get changed into some proper clothes?" She asked, indicating the neatly folded jeans, T-shirt and jumper that she had brought in with her before she had left Kurt to watch him.
Daqyrii looked down at what he was wearing in sudden realisation.
"Bu-but I was... I weren't wearing..." He trailed off quietly, his gaze turning inwards for a minute before saying in an awful hoarse disbeliving voice. "They wouldn't let me-. They said it'd be easier access if they didn't... have to-. They kept saying that I should be used to it..."
He collapsed from the half-crouch he had been in to sit in a crumpled cross- legged heap, and his shivers became more pronounced shudders.
"They... they said that... that... they said..."
Dr Oljannie couldn't see a person suffering like this and not do anything. She sat down on the bed next to him and cautiously reached a hand out to offer some comfort, let him know she was there. She cursed at herself afterwards beacuse she should have known better.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" He screamed as she touched him, lashing out in mindles terror and barely missing her as she dodged hastily away.
He sat far away from her, at the other end of the bed, and bent his knees up to his chest, hugging them tightly to his body as he stared tormentedly at her.
"I'm sorry Daqyrii. For touching you and for what happened to you. No one deserves that."
Daqyrii held still and asked shamedly. "H-how do you know?"
"I'm a doctor Daqyrii, I healed you. I'm sorry for using my power on you without your knowing, but your injuries would have been fatal otherwise. You might have died from blood loss..."
She trailed off, not wanting to upset him any further. He seemed to have calmed down quite a lot since she had mentioned she was a doctor.
"You're a doctor and you healed me. So you're neutral then, or on our side."
Adelaide looked confused.
"I don't understand you, what sides do you keep talking about? The Animutes? Are they the ones who did this to you?"
Daqyrii looked at her with an expression mixing shock with confusion and a hefty twist of disbelief, his shame and fear seemingly washed over by his incredulousness.
"The war." She still looked blank. "The religious war. Between the followers of Daiya and the followers of Mab? You know?"
She shook her head.
"There's no war here kid. I don't even know who Mab or Daiya are."
Daqyrii gave up the bewildered stare and looked at her dead on.
"Are you telling me, truthfully, that you have never even heard about the religious war, or the goddesses Daiya and Mab."
She shook her head, drawing her lower lip into her mouth to suck on as she did when she was worried and confused.
"Oh Goddess." Daqyrii said, then readdressed Adelaide.
"You've heard of a place called Helsiv?"
She again shook her head... she'd been doing that a lot.
Daqyrii just looked back at her, thinking things through, until a bulb suddenly lit.
"Oh shit."
Dere ya go. Next one soon.
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Lance neared the alley where the unknown mutant's signal had been pinpointed and stopped without going in, waiting for his boyfriend to catch up. Coming out had been good for him. All he had been doing in that mansion was moping around. not that he didn't have good reason, but Lance Alvers did NOT like to be trapped in one place for too long, even if it was himself that was doing the trapping.
He admitted to himself that he did blame himself for not watching his only remaining 'brother' carefully enough to stop the suicide attempt, or at least see the signs. He was also aware of the near clinical depression that had overcome him recently. Oljannie had threatened to put him on a course of anti-depressants, but he was determined to get through this without drugs- it was only natural to go through something like this after half of your kind, half your friends (although you would have never admitted that to their faces) had been slaughtered.
He didn't want to think about that, and he totally avoided thinking about how Fred had gone down, taking half of the enemy with him, or that ingenious attack that they had created to catch Pietro. he didn't think about that either.
It was probably only the fact that he know had a new family depending on him that kept him going.
//Well, // he amended as Scott approached him //that and a new boyfriend. //
"They're down here yeah?" He asked Scott, who nodded after a period of silent communication with Xavier. Lance held in his hatred of the man and continued for Scott's sake.
"I'll go in first, in case whoever it is is hostile. You back me up."
Scott didn't argue, although he didn't look too pleased, and Lance went in.
He crept in as silent as possible, expecting anything. What he had least expected to find was the slightly singed and battered looking naked body of what appeared to be a young boy.
He laid sprawled face-up on the dirty floor, his strangely coloured blue- white skin nearly luminous in the dark. He knelt down to check that the boy was breathing, then turned his head to call to Scott that the other mutant was unconscious and apparently in serious need of some medical help.
It was because his head was turned that he didn't see the foot coming, and only because he turned his head in the boy's direction at Scott's shout that his neck wasn't broken.
Scott watched as the boy who was, according to Lance, probably seriously hurt, kicked a foot up aiming for Lance's head. He shouted a warning to Lance, who didn't turn in time to see avoid the blow and was kicked in the side of the head, quite powerfully as he was sent sprawling. And it took a lot to send Lance over.
The boy used the momentum of his kick to flip over into a crouch and roll away from Lance, flipping back so that he was standing and facing the two bigger boys in a fighting stance. And all this was done without a stitch on him.
Scott prepared himself to shoot to graze the boy's arm if he became more of a threat. Lance got up slowly and backed off, clutching the side of his head in obvious pain.
//He'll have a headache from that. // Scott thought correctly.
As Scott watched, the boy, he realized that his whole frame was trembling slightly. He kept swaying as if he was going to fall down, something that seemed out of place considering the agility and flexibility that he had just witnessed. This boy couldn't have a bad sense of balance. He was obviously struggling to stay aware, but his body eventually won the battle. The boy's eyes rolled back into his head and he pitched forward in a dead faint. Scott, unwilling to see his nose broken by impacting with the floor, lunged forward and caught him just in time.
The first thing he did was to take his jumper off (without losing hold of the body) and wrapped him in it, giving him some decency at least. He then gave the figure a quick once over, in case there was any unusual things about him that might identify them easily as mutants.
He had dark violet hair, long and straggly and cut to his cheekbones, but that could be passed off as dye if it was noticed. There didn't seem to be any strange appendages from what Scott could see. He did take note of the bad bruising that marred the boy's gamin features. The right side of his face was bruised from the black eye to the purpling lower cheekbone and there was a slight gash in running up through his hairline on the left side above his eyebrow. There were also small bruises along his jaw line which were the shape of the impression made by fingertips.
He reached down after picking the unmoving boy up, to fold his hands into his chest for easy carrying, and discovered, to his disgust, that some of the fingers were obviously broken. There were heavy rope burns around his wrists which looked as if they would scar and had torn the flesh open in some places.
Scott briefly wondered where in the hell the boy had come from, and in such a condition, and he couldn't stand to look for anymore injuries. That was Dr. Oljannie's job.
He turned to Lance, who was nursing his poor hurting face, casting rueful looks at the one responsible.
"It's all right; he's out for the count now. You must have scared him or something."
Lance rubbed his cheek and moved his jaw around to check that he still could.
"Whatever." He muttered under his breath, and turned to lead them both to the car.
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Adelaide Oljannie had always had a feeling that there was something different about her, although she could never articulate exactly what the feeling was. She lived with her godparents after her biological ones were killed by a panicked bank robber when she was young. She loved them very much and hated being away from them for so long, even if she knew it was safer this way.
When the news that mutants existed, and even had a school, had come out, Adelaide had been going through the last year of medical school. She was a brilliant student and had been set to do great things. However, after hearing about these other people with special powers, she had become excited by the thought that, maybe, this was why she felt so different, why she was such a good doctor. If she could find out more about this Xavier guy, then maybe he could tell her whether or not she too was one of them. So, she lost all her credit and the support of a great number of people, and began working with the mutant sympathizers.
Now, after the vicious attack on the practically defenceless school, she had chosen to provide them with medical help. Xavier had tested her for the X-gene and, although she didn't have it and so wasn't a mutant per say, he had told her that she had a gift or power all of her own, one that she could use to heal (or hurt) other people.
//It was a good thing too // She thought to herself. //I know that this kid would have bled to death if I didn't have this gift. //
She was now quite drained by the effort that had gone into healing the kid's wounds, and she still hadn't even totally healed all of them. Added to that was the weight of sorrow for him when she discovered the extent of his injuries, leading her to the conclusion that he had probably been tortured. Probably one of those anti-mutant gangs that became popular after the fall of the Institute.
She had set the five mangled fingers, which had been broken through someone bending them in the opposite way. The person who did this must have known what they were doing too, as there were bruises underneath his fingernails, the kind that can only be made through constant pressure rolling over the nails. This type of torture was agonizingly slow and excruciatingly painful.
She had healed the faint hairline crack in the back of his skull, and had reduced the swelling on his face from the bruises, although she didn't have anything left for the bruising by that point. He should only suffer with a mild headache, rather than a full-blown concussion when he woke up.
She had also repaired the four cracked ribs and had reduced the numerous bruisings on his torso. From the way that they were placed and shaped, she suspected that he had been kicked till his ribs cracked.
Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to do anything but soothe the rubbed raw wrists. He would have scars.
The soles of his feet were raw and blistered, as if they had been skinned and he had been made to stand on hot coals. She had tried to repair them as much as she could, but had been drained after fixing the life- threatening problem.
He had massive internal tearing and bleeding, so much so that it was a wonder to her that he had been able to even move to attack Lance as he had.
From the internal injuries, the bruises on his hipbones and the blood that had dried black in a thick layer between his thighs, Adelaide felt pretty sure that she could say that their new recruit had recently been viciously and brutally raped.
She didn't want to think about what whoever had had him before did to him to make him have those small fingertip bruises along his jaw either. He had definitely put up a fight, if whoever it was had had to force his mouth open.
She cut off that thought there and then. She decided only to tell Xavier about this. If the boy wanted to tell everyone else when he came round, it would be his choice.
Right now, she wanted to get something to eat and have a lie-down. That healing had taken a lot out of her, mentally and physically.
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|| "Come on, baby. Show us what you can do. We know you're gagging for it, so don't bother trying to fight us."
So many hands here, so many people! I don't want any of this, it's not true, none of its true! I need to fight them off, Oh Daiya, where the fuck is my sword? Oh Goddess, I can't fight them off, they're too strong for me. Daiya, please protect me from them, please. Oh Goddess I can't do this anymore.
- Large hands grabbed him by the arms and legs and pinned him down-
I'm too young, please, don't, Goddess please.
- One person forcibly held his legs apart while someone else straddled
his chest, ignoring the pain of protesting cracked ribs -
"Come on sweetheart. We all know you're just a cheap street-whore. Why don't you give it to us like we know you want and maybe we'll leave you with a stomach left afterwards hm? Now open that pretty, pretty mouth."
Alexsion, where are you? You said you'd be there. ||
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It was Kurt's turn to keep vigil by the new boy's bedside, so it was Kurt who was startled out of his half-doze by the piercing screams which burst from their slumbering patient as he sat up.
"Calm down, calm down, your zafe now. Frau Oljannie! He'z avake!"
The boy sat up fast, probably too fast as he had to hold his head when he did. He almost immediately whipped round to see his new surroundings, despite the dizziness the action must have caused him. Ever since the war, Kurt had stopped trying to hide who he was and had destroyed his image inducer. He said that it didn't matter to him anymore.
Unfortunately, he may have been too premature in doing that, as the boy froze like a startled cat when he saw the blue-furry mutant sitting by his bed. The stranger moved quickly, quietly and efficently, as was demonstrated to Kurt when the other boy moved himself as far away from Kurt as possible, keeping his eyes on him all the time.
They were a soft dark grey colour, and very large and intense. There was obvious fear and pain in them, from seeing Kurt and moving too much, but there was also something buried that Kurt was too inexperienced to properly define. it was a kind of dead hardness...
"Wha-whatever the fuck you want demon, you better not be 'specting to get it from me, 'less you want to be hung by that tail o'yourn."
The stranger, looked oddly strong, even though he was tremoring in fear and dressed only in plain white pyjamas. Kurt held up his hands in an appeasing fashion.
"Look, I'm not going to cauze trouble and I'm not a demon. You don't have to be afraid."
Dr Oljannie entered to this scenario at the moment.
"Oh dear. Kurt, could you step outside quietly please?"
Kurt nodded and slowly backed out of the room, not turning his back to the boy for a second, although he was concerned about leaving Adelaide in there. Who knows what that stranger's powers were?
"Hi." Adelaide said calmly and without any sudden gestures to the obviously severely shaken and terrified boy. Involuntary shivers ran through his rangy frame and he had a decidedly panicked look to him. And as a doctor, Adelaide knew that panic could turn itself into attack.
"You don't have to afraid, we want to help you. I'm Adelaide Oljannie. Can you tell me your name?"
As she said this, some of the wild look came out of that stance, although he was far from relaxed.
"Where'm I?"
"You were lying badly injured in an alley in a nearby town. We brought you back here to the safety of the remaining mutants from the Bayville institute."
This didn't appear to help, if anything, the boy looked even more confused.
"Where's Bayville? Which ruler d'you serve? Are you a follower of Daiya or Mab? What's going to happen t'me?"
Oljannie was now slightly worried about her patient. Maybe the trauma he'd had recently had resulted in some kind of amnesia or brain damage.
"First of all, nothing you don't want to happen to you is going to happen to you. We can answer the rest of your questions when you're more settled down, okay? What's your name?"
The boy looked suspiciously at the woman, before grudgingly answering.
"Daqyrii Zadaris. And I need t'know who you follow."
Okay, And she had thought she had it bad with 'Adelaide Oljannie'. She supposed it could have been worse.
"What do you mean who do I follow? And do you want to get changed into some proper clothes?" She asked, indicating the neatly folded jeans, T-shirt and jumper that she had brought in with her before she had left Kurt to watch him.
Daqyrii looked down at what he was wearing in sudden realisation.
"Bu-but I was... I weren't wearing..." He trailed off quietly, his gaze turning inwards for a minute before saying in an awful hoarse disbeliving voice. "They wouldn't let me-. They said it'd be easier access if they didn't... have to-. They kept saying that I should be used to it..."
He collapsed from the half-crouch he had been in to sit in a crumpled cross- legged heap, and his shivers became more pronounced shudders.
"They... they said that... that... they said..."
Dr Oljannie couldn't see a person suffering like this and not do anything. She sat down on the bed next to him and cautiously reached a hand out to offer some comfort, let him know she was there. She cursed at herself afterwards beacuse she should have known better.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" He screamed as she touched him, lashing out in mindles terror and barely missing her as she dodged hastily away.
He sat far away from her, at the other end of the bed, and bent his knees up to his chest, hugging them tightly to his body as he stared tormentedly at her.
"I'm sorry Daqyrii. For touching you and for what happened to you. No one deserves that."
Daqyrii held still and asked shamedly. "H-how do you know?"
"I'm a doctor Daqyrii, I healed you. I'm sorry for using my power on you without your knowing, but your injuries would have been fatal otherwise. You might have died from blood loss..."
She trailed off, not wanting to upset him any further. He seemed to have calmed down quite a lot since she had mentioned she was a doctor.
"You're a doctor and you healed me. So you're neutral then, or on our side."
Adelaide looked confused.
"I don't understand you, what sides do you keep talking about? The Animutes? Are they the ones who did this to you?"
Daqyrii looked at her with an expression mixing shock with confusion and a hefty twist of disbelief, his shame and fear seemingly washed over by his incredulousness.
"The war." She still looked blank. "The religious war. Between the followers of Daiya and the followers of Mab? You know?"
She shook her head.
"There's no war here kid. I don't even know who Mab or Daiya are."
Daqyrii gave up the bewildered stare and looked at her dead on.
"Are you telling me, truthfully, that you have never even heard about the religious war, or the goddesses Daiya and Mab."
She shook her head, drawing her lower lip into her mouth to suck on as she did when she was worried and confused.
"Oh Goddess." Daqyrii said, then readdressed Adelaide.
"You've heard of a place called Helsiv?"
She again shook her head... she'd been doing that a lot.
Daqyrii just looked back at her, thinking things through, until a bulb suddenly lit.
"Oh shit."
Dere ya go. Next one soon.