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[h1]Mistakes and Messes[/h1]

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[h2][color 33ec06]Marcus[/color] | [color 8A3DFF]Emma[/color] | [color 662d91]Kusari[/color] | [color lightcoral]Lilliana[/color][/h2]
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[hr][color=silver]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟   / /    ~𝟙𝟠𝟘𝟘[/color][hr]
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The ground beneath them exploded, shooting deadly asphalt spikes haphazardly around. The angles jutted out of the ground at irregular angles, with no rhyme or reason to them. It might have actually been an interesting display had it not been trying to kill them at the time. He felt the tentacle pull him closer to Kusari, hugging him in a way that somewhat reminded him of Max.

Of course, this embrace was nothing more than protection, as the gravity field they were in tore them loose, bouncing them up and down on the concrete death traps like a basketball. He felt impacts, most of them muffled slightly by Kusari's body shield, but enough made it through for him to feel the impact against his armor. He didn't notice his armor shudder and shake as it took the hits, his eyes peering over the rest of the spiked area, scanning for teammates.

Lawrence had fallen, that much he knew without seeing him. His strength had returned to him, and he knew what that meant. Somewhere, the guy who seemed the most level headed of them all was bleeding to death again. Off to the side, there was a dragon, which sent a surge of fear through his chest as he struggled to remember the same dragon on the Capture the Flag match. 

Siena and Lawrence had been snatched by the dragon. They were safe. Both covered in crimson, but safe. Safe for a few brief moments before they bleed to death - they needed help too. Callan was floating around where the gargoyle had bee-

[color 33ec06][i]Her arm was gone.[/i][/color]

The absence of Callan's limb numbed his mind, the blood flowing around her floating form, while the pit in his stomach was growing. She was hurt bad - he couldn't even tell how she was looking at this distance. For all he knew she was dead. Like Savannah. 

Siena was injured. Lawrence was dying. It was all because of his command. Because he hadn't been as careful as he should have been.

[color 33ec06][i]Nonono. Not something he was willing to acknowledge right now.[/i][/color]

No sooner had they touched the ground than Marcus had turned to Lily, eyes wide and breath shaky. "[color 33ec06]Lily; can you heal Callan from here? Siena and Lawrence too? Just...[/color]" his eyes flicked to the fallen form of Kusari, where she was regaining her composure. "[color 33ec06]...you can just transfer the wounds to Kusari, right?[/color]"

Lily's looked at Marcus, automatically nodding her head. She was a healer. Of course, she [i]can[/i] and [i]will[/i] heal her classmates. There was no question about that. And even before Marcus could ask, she could already see... no... she could [i]feel[/i] the injuries people had. She turned her head towards Kusari. While transferring injuries was how her power worked, she wasn't so keen on healing classmates just to transfer it to a team mate even though said team mate was practically immortal. She thought back to how she had transferred injuries to her earlier. It was why she now had a tentacle. She remembered the pained look on her face. Pain. Even immortals feel pain. For a moment, she regretted not doing a lot more for the battle. She could have tried better, maybe got there earlier... healed the wounded and transferred the injuries to those that dished them out in the first place. 

But then again, this was no time to regret actions she didn't take. She could worry and regret about it all she want later but now, she had to heal people. She could feel one of her classmates growing weaker by the second, she could almost hear how weak his heart beat was already. 

The black thread appeared on her wrist even before she could think of anything else, the other end of it flying towards her target. As soon as it wrapped around Lawence's wrist, his wounds transferred automatically to the small X-marked blonde. [color=lightcoral][i]Maybe I can tolerate the wounds until someone can come to help. Christmas, maybe. I don't have to transfer any of them and Kusari won't have to--[/i][/color] her thoughts were interrupted as she received the chest injury. [color=lightcoral]"Ugh,"[/color] the pain in her chest was so excruciating that she couldn't even cry out. Blood pooled beneath the wishalloy that she wore around her body, staining her clothes crimson. Having the wishalloy there partly provided pressure to the wound to slow down her blood loss though. She staggered forward and fell to her knees, one hand pressed to her chest.

Fighting to stay focused despite the pain that was dulling her thoughts and making the voices in her head scream for death and destruction, she sent her thread back out, this time heading for Callan. She braced herself for another horrible injury. In a blink of an eye, the hand that she was pressing against her chest along with her whole arm was gone, the wishalloy she had wrapped around it still shaped like her arm. A claw mark appeared on her cheek and she began having a bit more problem with breathing. She whimpered in pain, her now foggy mind registering her mistake as she looked through tear filled eyes at the bloody stump visible through the transparent material of her strange armor. 

She should have taken the less severe injuries first. She pressed her remaining hand to her chest.

[i]And let the boy die. Why not? It's not as if he's family.[/i] The loudest voice of her stigma cackled cruelly in her head.

[color=lightcoral][i]You're right. Lawrence would die if I take his injuries last,[/i][/color] she thought, rendering the cruel voice silent. [color=lightcoral][i]No. I can't complain. I can take this. For what I did to those people in Ground Zero, I should endure.[/i][/color] She gritted her teeth as each breath brought pain shooting in her chest. And as if punishing herself, she immediately sent the black thread out again, this time taking Siena's injuries. She took everything, from the smallest to the largest injuries and she slowly laid down on the ground.

As new pain barraged her senses, the old ones dulled and she no longer registered how many bleeding wounds she took into herself. Her mind became chaotic, the voices taking over. 

[i]Hurt them all. Make them feel the pain they're making you feel.[/i]

[i]Pain. Destruction. Death.[/i]

[color=662d91][i]Remember what I said, I'm pretty sure I was placed on this team for a reason,[/i][/color] Kusari's words echoes somewhere in the chaos of Lily's mind. Yes, she was immortal, she can heal any injury. There was really no sense trying to bear it all by herself. She struggled to sit up, using the pain to focus her mind. She just had to transfer what she took. Nothing more. Kusari wasn't a monster she wanted to hurt.

[i]Is she not?[/i] came the taunting voice in her head. [i]Look at her.[/i]

[color=lightcoral][i]No.[/i][/color] The small blonde trained her unfocused eyes towards Kusari. [color=lightcoral]"I'm sorry,"[/color] she apologized through gritted teeth in a small, weak voice and the thread that seemed to be the conduit of her power wrapped around her wrist and her team mate's, transferring the minor cuts and Siena's two bleeding wounds. 

[i]Transfer everything. Transfer more,[/i] came that ever present voice. And it took all of Lily's effort not to give in to it. Instead, she laid back down on the ground and closed her eyes, keeping her remaining hand pressed against her chest wound, the stump of her right arm continually bleeding. [color=lightcoral]"Not all. Not all,"[/color] she chanted softly to herself.

Emma's mind felt empty. Ever since Kusari had set her down she hadn't said a word, instead choosing to take the moment to rest. Watching everything... Callan's arm, god, her arm, Lawrence, Siena, all her friends dying out there while she stood useless... at least they had won the battle. At least they had done their job.

[color=8A3DFF][i]Did we really win, though?[/i][/color]

It just didn't sit right. Especially now, watching Lily... she was glad that she was able to heal the others, but what an awful power it was. Emma knew she wouldn't be able to do it. Emma wanted to do something for her, comfort her, tell her it was going to be okay, but... well, Emma wasn't sure that's what she'd want to hear right now.

No, Emma just kept on watching.

Her wounds having fully healed, Kusari stood to her feet and looked back to Lily, she was the linchpin of this whole encounter. No one had to die if she could heal them in time. She watched Lily as she took the first injury from Lawrence. The wound hit her harder than Kusari thought it would, there was so much blood gushing out of her. [color=662d91]"Lily, do it."[/color] She insisted, watching the girl suffer like this wasn't exactly pleasant. However, instead of transferring the wound, Lily took on more. An arm came off, and many cuts appeared over her body. [color=662d91]"H-hey, what did I tell you?"[/color] Kusari held out her hand, moving it like a loan shark asking for their money.

A black thread moved to Kusari, and she braced herself for an onslaught of pain. But the most that appeared were minor cuts and gashes. Kusari blinked at Lily in confusion. She'd seen her power work before, there was no reason she couldn't transfer it all. 

[color=662d91]"What the hell are you doing?"[/color] Kusari asked, on the brink of yelling. [color=662d91]"You have one damn job, what's so hard about this? What, you think I can't handle it?"[/color] Kusari brought her claws to her now exposed midriff. She scraped the claws across her skin, shredding it into a bloody mess. [color=662d91]"Do you need proof? Here it is."[/color] She said, her voice raising. [color=662d91]"This is why I'm here Lily, are you trying to say I'm not needed!?"[/color] Kusari was screaming at this point. She didn't understand why Lily was doing this, did she just not care about her life? It was idiotic, if she couldn't take on their pain then what purpose did she have?

Marcus gasped and knelt down to Lily as she hit the ground. Her shirt was oozing crimson at an alarming rate, and she hadn't even taken the other wounds yet. Then her arm disappeared, and then her body tore open with numerous gashes. It was too much, she was taking too much. He looked over at Kusari, mentally preparing to watch her arm come off as well.

The fact that it didn't was scarier than if it had.

She wasn't transferring all the wounds, just the smallest ones. His head whirled around to look at the transparent outline of where her arm used to to be; like some invisible glove, filling with red. He shouldn't have made her take all the wounds, just a few of them, keep everyone alive until Christmas could get to them.

"[color 33ec06]Oh shit.[/color]" Marcus frantically patted down his belt, looking for something he could use to patch her up, his hand grasping around the hilt of the combat knife they'd all been given. Lily was losing blood fast - if she went into shock or passed out...

More mistakes. Another life for his consience.

He went to cut his left sleeve off, stymied by the slight shimmer that appeared as he brought the knife closer. Grunting in frustration, he brought it down to the bottom of his already damaged shirt, easily cutting through the fabric. Somewhere, Kusari was yelling, but he wasn't paying attention.

He tore the bottom strip off, letting the knife drop to the ground and grabbing what was left of Lily's arm. A firm knot, just above the wound; that was one of the things Max had told him about her first few days of training. They'd learned all sorts of survival skills, and she'd done her best to pass them along to him. He tied the makeshift torquinet around the stump, pulling on the knot as hard as it would go.

"[color 33ec06]Lily![/color] he said, his voice growing ever more frantic. Her chest wound was still bleeding quickly. "[color 33ec06]Listen to me, Lily. You've gotta transfer those wounds over to Kusari, okay?[/color]" 

Unfocused eyes turned towards Marcus. Amidst the chaos in her mind, she could hear her immortal team mate shouting. [color=lightcoral]"I will. Don't worry. I can... endure it. I just...don't want Kusari to have to...bear so much when..."[/color] she paused, trying to ignore the pain that seemed to come from everywhere on her body. [color=lightcoral]"When she's already taken so much injuries earlier."[/color] She closed her eyes for a minute. [color=lightcoral]"I'm not saying you're not needed. Had to make sure... you've healed properly first,"[/color] she said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper but clearly addressing Kusari. 

[i]She wants to be hurt. Hurt her. Transfer everything. Transfer MORE. Show her how much you NEED her,[/i] the voice in her head was gleeful. [i]Pain. Destruction. Death,[/i] it chanted in a singsong manner.

For a moment, a malicious look came over Lily's golden eyes. She trained them on Kusari and the edges of her mouth twitched. [color=lightcoral][i]Focus, Lily,[/i][/color] came her own voice in her head. [color=lightcoral][i]Focus.[/i][/color] Marcus was right. She was getting dizzier the more blood she lost. It was impossible to try to hold on when she can feel herself slowly slowly drifting. The pain was no longer there and the desire to close her eyes and sleep was getting more and more overwhelming. [color=lightcoral][i]Not more than what you took. Not more than what you took,[/i][/color] she chanted firmly in her head. She was feeling a little cold.

[i]Pain. Destruction. Death,[/i] the other voices chanted.

He placed his hands over the crimson spot, moving her hand out of the way for both of his. Was she getting cold, or was his panicked mind imagining the worst case scenario?

"[color 33ec06]Focus on me, Lily.[/color]" he continued, his voice just above a whisper as he applied pressure. "[color 33ec06]You've got to transfer them [i]right now[/i].[/color]"

Marcus' voice was helping keeping her awake. She focused on it and ignored the other voices that seemed to be shouting in her head now.

The black thread that signalled her power's activation appeared on her wrist and connected with Kusari's. As soon as it touched her team mate's wrist, Lily's chest wound instantly healed and her arm appeared as though it hadn't been severed in the first place.  She was breathing normally again. The strand connecting them quivered, as if waiting for more, asking for more. For a moment, Lily hesitated and almost gave in to the stigma egging her to cause more pain to her target.

She looked at Marcus, golden eyes almost pleading for help. But what help could he give? He didn't know what the voices were saying. He didn't know what she wanted to do, what she was denying herself. He didn't know that trying to control that destructive impulse was harder than having to endure the pain flesh wounds gave her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. [i]HURT HER.[/I]

[color=lightcoral][i]One.[/i][/color]

[i]Make her see that she's not immortal.[/i]

[color=lightcoral][i]Two.[/i][/color]

[i]KILL HER.[/I]

[color=lightcoral][i]Three.[/i][/color]

When she opened her eyes, the thread dissipated. And her mind was filled with wails of fury. She reached up, grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes closed. [color=lightcoral]"Stop it. Stop it."[/color]