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x_muses2014-10-26 12:14 am
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[ narrative: with beast ] "Wings are strewn everywhere, there's blood all around.."
Scott couldn't believe this was what had brought him back early from his short break with Emma. How things had gone from happy to this in a very short space of time was dizzying. Scott stood at the door of the Mansion's medical clinic, looking in where Warren was lying in a broken, battered mess on one of the beds. He was on his side with his wings in an intricate sling of gauze bandages against his back. It was the only way to splint them to try to encourage his own healing to kick in, but it just wasn't happening. John sat on an uncomfortable steel chair beside the bed, looking like he was in a shocked trance just staring at the wall with his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
When Beast relayed how many broken bones Warren had, including his wings, Scott visibly winced and shook his head mutely. He was guilt-ridden for having been away to let this happen, and it was only emphasised with frustration over not knowing exactly what the fuck had gone down that led to Warren - of all mutants - falling off a building. He was supposed to be able to fly. How the hell had this happened?
"Poison?" Scott repeated in a mumble. His own arms where folded tightly but his fingers were drumming restlessly on his arm. "From who? Who the fuck did this? Where's Allen? I want to talk to him. He must know something if he got there before the rest of us."
Hank nodded regretfully. "There had to be a reason why he didn't just take flight from the top of the building once he knew he was surrounded. It leads me to believe they had him incapacitated. Something is preventing his healing, though what, I don't know at this point. I'm running tests, but the toxicology hasn't shown any substance that we know of. Our labs are equipped to screen extensive known poisons to mutants. This could be a new formula we don't know of. Mr Allen doesn't know anymore than we do. He is hesitant to commit to anything he has no knowledge of, but he did query a Brotherhood by name. It isn't a sect he is familiar with. We just have to be relieved his team alerted him to the danger so he could get Warren back to us before he bled to death."
At the mention of the Brotherhood, Scott gave Hank a sharp glance, lips pressed tightly together. He didn't say anything at first, the look was enough for Hank to response with his own. "What else was found on the roof when the team got there?"
"Ashes and a couple of discharged weapons," Hank told him with a soft clear of his throat. "You can't send the team out after something we have no proof of. The last thing we want to do is enter into a premature battle with the Brotherhood."
Scott growled softly in frustration, turning his back on the scene in the clinic and raked his fingers through his hair. "Did Allen say anything about John being there? If he's gone and annihilated any number of the Brotherhood members, we need to goddamn know about it preferably before they attack the mansion or try to kill more of us. What about Warren? Give it to me straight, Hank. Does he have any hope of surviving this? Because if the Brotherhood was involved and Warren dies, you can bet your ass that John will turn into a psychotic mass murderer quicker than we can say 'fallen angel'."
"John apparently arrived on the scene at the base of the building after Mr Allen. He was the one who asked him to bring Warren here as fast as he could. That was what he said at the security gates when he arrived here with Warren," Hank said. "We can't make any assumptions, Scott. Let Emma see what she can trace with the evidence we have and take it from there. Logan has already gone to see if he can find more. Warren's prognosis is impossible to determine this early. Until I can isolate what incapacitating him and prevented his flight, he will remain at risk. I have him on IV opiates to try to ease his pain, however the poison may even prevent medication working."
"Do you think there's any chance John went back to the Brotherhood? Could he have just me... using Warren as a ploy to infiltrate this whole time?" Scott asked quietly, hating himself for it even passing his mind, but he trusted Hank's word and from what he was saying, no option couldn't be considered at this point. "How did John know to be there so soon after Allen made it? He's the fucking Flash. John catching up to him makes no sense. Was it insider knowledge?"
Hank closed his eyes briefly. The situation was a difficult one, and he couldn't blame Scott for his train of thought going to where it had. John had defected to the Brotherhood on them in the past, there was no definitive reassurance he couldn't do it again. "John is in shock," he began to explain, voice hushed. "I can't get through to him, let alone attempt to get information out of him. If he is involved, I would confidently presume he didn't anticipate Warren being hurt like this. They are romantically involved, Scott. It is not outwith the realms of possibility to believe that perhaps Warren sent him a text message or a voicemail to alert him prior to the confrontation. How would you feel to hear that Emma was in grave danger?"
"Murder with my bare hands," Scott replied without even a beat of hesitation. He knew as soon as the words were out of his mouth what Hank was implying here. He cursed softly under his breath. If only Hank knew what he had surpassed with Emma earlier in the evening, he would understand the true weight of what Scott just said. Was it the same situation, though? Up to now, Warren and John just seemed to be in a push-and-pull, on-again-off-again friends with extensive benefits situation. It never seemed to be anything serious, though all of a sudden, it felt really fucking serious. "What about Josh? Can he try to heal Warren?"
Hank shook his head. "No luck. He tried. There was a slight knitting of one of the smallest bones in Warren's wing, but nothing more than that. It near rendered Josh unconscious to manage just that. Something in Warren's system is preventing biokinetic intervention... including his own. Try to talk to John, Scott. You may have more luck than I did, but he got quite agitated and irate when it became evident neither myself nor Josh could heal Warren's vast injuries. Just tread carefully. If John has absolutely no notion of return to the Brotherhood, any such accusations could lead to conflict none of us needs right now."
Scott just gave a small nod and earned a companionable pat on the shoulder of a large, blue furry hand. Hank retreated back into the clinic to resume his monitoring of Warren's condition and oversee the testing processes to try to figure out what the hell had had truly happened to Warren before he went and dropped dead on them. Scot had no idea how the best night of his life had so abruptly and painfully turned into one of the worst.
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When Beast relayed how many broken bones Warren had, including his wings, Scott visibly winced and shook his head mutely. He was guilt-ridden for having been away to let this happen, and it was only emphasised with frustration over not knowing exactly what the fuck had gone down that led to Warren - of all mutants - falling off a building. He was supposed to be able to fly. How the hell had this happened?
"Poison?" Scott repeated in a mumble. His own arms where folded tightly but his fingers were drumming restlessly on his arm. "From who? Who the fuck did this? Where's Allen? I want to talk to him. He must know something if he got there before the rest of us."
Hank nodded regretfully. "There had to be a reason why he didn't just take flight from the top of the building once he knew he was surrounded. It leads me to believe they had him incapacitated. Something is preventing his healing, though what, I don't know at this point. I'm running tests, but the toxicology hasn't shown any substance that we know of. Our labs are equipped to screen extensive known poisons to mutants. This could be a new formula we don't know of. Mr Allen doesn't know anymore than we do. He is hesitant to commit to anything he has no knowledge of, but he did query a Brotherhood by name. It isn't a sect he is familiar with. We just have to be relieved his team alerted him to the danger so he could get Warren back to us before he bled to death."
At the mention of the Brotherhood, Scott gave Hank a sharp glance, lips pressed tightly together. He didn't say anything at first, the look was enough for Hank to response with his own. "What else was found on the roof when the team got there?"
"Ashes and a couple of discharged weapons," Hank told him with a soft clear of his throat. "You can't send the team out after something we have no proof of. The last thing we want to do is enter into a premature battle with the Brotherhood."
Scott growled softly in frustration, turning his back on the scene in the clinic and raked his fingers through his hair. "Did Allen say anything about John being there? If he's gone and annihilated any number of the Brotherhood members, we need to goddamn know about it preferably before they attack the mansion or try to kill more of us. What about Warren? Give it to me straight, Hank. Does he have any hope of surviving this? Because if the Brotherhood was involved and Warren dies, you can bet your ass that John will turn into a psychotic mass murderer quicker than we can say 'fallen angel'."
"John apparently arrived on the scene at the base of the building after Mr Allen. He was the one who asked him to bring Warren here as fast as he could. That was what he said at the security gates when he arrived here with Warren," Hank said. "We can't make any assumptions, Scott. Let Emma see what she can trace with the evidence we have and take it from there. Logan has already gone to see if he can find more. Warren's prognosis is impossible to determine this early. Until I can isolate what incapacitating him and prevented his flight, he will remain at risk. I have him on IV opiates to try to ease his pain, however the poison may even prevent medication working."
"Do you think there's any chance John went back to the Brotherhood? Could he have just me... using Warren as a ploy to infiltrate this whole time?" Scott asked quietly, hating himself for it even passing his mind, but he trusted Hank's word and from what he was saying, no option couldn't be considered at this point. "How did John know to be there so soon after Allen made it? He's the fucking Flash. John catching up to him makes no sense. Was it insider knowledge?"
Hank closed his eyes briefly. The situation was a difficult one, and he couldn't blame Scott for his train of thought going to where it had. John had defected to the Brotherhood on them in the past, there was no definitive reassurance he couldn't do it again. "John is in shock," he began to explain, voice hushed. "I can't get through to him, let alone attempt to get information out of him. If he is involved, I would confidently presume he didn't anticipate Warren being hurt like this. They are romantically involved, Scott. It is not outwith the realms of possibility to believe that perhaps Warren sent him a text message or a voicemail to alert him prior to the confrontation. How would you feel to hear that Emma was in grave danger?"
"Murder with my bare hands," Scott replied without even a beat of hesitation. He knew as soon as the words were out of his mouth what Hank was implying here. He cursed softly under his breath. If only Hank knew what he had surpassed with Emma earlier in the evening, he would understand the true weight of what Scott just said. Was it the same situation, though? Up to now, Warren and John just seemed to be in a push-and-pull, on-again-off-again friends with extensive benefits situation. It never seemed to be anything serious, though all of a sudden, it felt really fucking serious. "What about Josh? Can he try to heal Warren?"
Hank shook his head. "No luck. He tried. There was a slight knitting of one of the smallest bones in Warren's wing, but nothing more than that. It near rendered Josh unconscious to manage just that. Something in Warren's system is preventing biokinetic intervention... including his own. Try to talk to John, Scott. You may have more luck than I did, but he got quite agitated and irate when it became evident neither myself nor Josh could heal Warren's vast injuries. Just tread carefully. If John has absolutely no notion of return to the Brotherhood, any such accusations could lead to conflict none of us needs right now."
Scott just gave a small nod and earned a companionable pat on the shoulder of a large, blue furry hand. Hank retreated back into the clinic to resume his monitoring of Warren's condition and oversee the testing processes to try to figure out what the hell had had truly happened to Warren before he went and dropped dead on them. Scot had no idea how the best night of his life had so abruptly and painfully turned into one of the worst.
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