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ax_mainScott leads a rescue team (Ororo, Laura, Quatre and Bobby) to Happier Times to break the Fitzgerald sisters out. It starts out so well… and goes *so* wrong.
The Happier Times Care Center had, ironically, seen happier times. At least structurally - it's history as a tuberculosis quarantine center certainly wasn't particularly pleasant. But what stood out at first glance was the difference between the abandoned wing and the wing that was still in use as the rehab center.
While the rehab center looked run down, the red bricks worn with age and weather, the other side of the building was falling to pieces. Containing what once had been an active crematorium, the building had visible holes punched through the outer brick walls. And while there had at one time been an attempt to board up the windows and doors, the wood was rotten through.
The darkness of the late hour was offset by the full moon - a super moon that made the snow-covered ground glow. It made it easy to see that no one was walking around the grounds, but also highlighted the bare expanse between where the trees from the surrounding forest tapered off and the buildings began.
Scott was, to understate it severely, perturbed by the building's condition. They were supposed to be helping people? Here? He guessed Canada wasn't exactly socialist utopia. "Guess life could always be worse," he muttered.
"Hold it - was that actually a semi-positive comment?" Bobby quipped. He wasn't exactly impressed by the location, himself - and more than a little nervous about his first actual "mission". Harassing Scott sounded a whole lot better than thinking about how turning tail didn't sound like a bad plan. "I'm pretty sure that's a sign of the apocalypse, right there." He took a deep breath and turned to face him. "So what's the plan, Fearless Leader?"
"No blasphemy on missions," Scott said dryly and idly, scanning the area and the wing of the building that allegedly had the girls they were looking for in it. It was borderline unsound, structurally. It would be easy to knock over even if his mutation were weaker - he shouldn't have any problem with it. The larger concern was that it was so unsound as to cause more damage than he'd intended. And, of course, the fact that the very people they were there to pick up were 'potentially hostile.'
One thing at a time.
"We make ourselves a door. This area should be relatively unpopulated, but be on alert. Once we're in, we will need to watch out for the girls themselves. They may be hostile. If they attack, defend yourselves, but remember...we're here to bring them back with us relatively intact."
What religion are we basing blasphemy on? If the circumstances weren't so serious, Ororo might have asked. As it was, she focused on the matter at hand. "Let's find a door. I can get us in."
Quatre bit his lip and pulled his jacket closer around him to block out the cold as he tried to look around the old building for some kind of door like Ororo requested. Who in their right mind thought this would be a good place to send people for rehab? Unless it was trying to do its best on what it had, but still... “Maybe on the other side?”
Laura frowned as they discussed looking for a door, glancing over the buildings boarded up windows. The wood looked old and almost soft with rot and she looked over at the group in question. “Would a window work? Glass and wood are easier to destroy than metal or brick.”
"Even easier if they're frozen," Bobby pointed out. He shrugged. "Well, the glass anyway."
"Oh, we can get in. I just don't want to bring the building down on us." Brick was no problem for Scott, after all. He followed Laura's gaze and, triggering his visor, neatly knocked out what had at one time been windows. "Be on your guard as you head in."
Ororo winced at the sound of the plywood cracking. Hopefully no one in the active wing had heard it; her own preference laid with some discretion, when it could be pulled off. She started walking in the direction of the hole Scott had just created the moment it was done, glancing back at the others to make sure they were coming. Best to walk and talk, at this stage, before anyone might spot them and find them suspicious. "What's the plan, Cyclops?" It felt odd, not calling him Scott, but it was safer to get into the habit already.
"We find them. Bring them back." Which was likely going to be easier said than done. "The Professor said they've locked themselves into one of these rooms. They're running, probably panicked if they're trying to escape. He said they may be hostile. Once we figure out what room they're in, Storm, I want you to get us in."
He shot her a meaningful glance. She'd know he wasn't talking about her mutation, but about another skillset that they shared (though he wasn't sure she knew he had it too). If the girls really had 'locked themselves in' they'd need to unlock the door. "Kai, I need you to be ready to help calm them down. Iceman, be ready to cage them if they're too hostile. X-23, if push comes to shove, we'll be counting on you."
Quatre took a deep breath before nodding, ready for the first time to actually try and use his powers. “Right.”
Laura listened to the plan, agreed to it with a small jerk of her head. “I will keep my claws in so that they do not feel threatened. They will come out only if need be.”
Ororo nodded when Scott caught her gaze. She knew just what he meant. As they neared the dark building, her eyes went white, not because she was doing anything with the weather, but simply because thermal vision could come in handy in the dark.
Slowly, and carefully, Scott began to lead them down the hallway.
The central hallway was dark, but unlike the rotting and moldy outer rooms it had been somewhat protected from the elements. There were sporadic piles of wooden planks and plastic sheeting clustered around doorways, discarded as if at one time someone had wanted to fix up the building but had given up half way through.
Almost immediately upon entering, the sound of fighting could be heard echoing down the corridor - soft bangs and frustrated howls, interspersed with pained grunts and cursing. The noise seemed to be coming from behind a thick wooden door close to the end of the wing. The door had a simple knob lock, but the handle was slightly askew in its setting, like someone with a lot of strength had tried to pull the door open from inside the room.
Laura frowned when she heard the noises, and the smell even from here was powerful, making her head ache slightly. She signaled to Quatre with a nod to follow behind her, he was their only chance to get the girls out without bloodshed, and started to down the hall as quietly as she could.
The sounds grew louder and Laura had to wrinkle her nose as they reached the door. “Stand behind me.”
She glanced over at Scott, Bobby and Ororo to make sure they were ready, then glanced behind her to get a nod from Quatre. She reached out, grasping the broken handle and tugged it open.
Brigitte didn't notice the door opening at first. She was a little busy trying to set her broken leg after Ginger had sent her flying across the room. Slamming into the wall hadn't been a great experience, but at least she was somewhat protected by the table that separated the right side of the room. Hopefully that obstacle would give her enough time to heal what was definitely a broken femur. The crunch as she dragged her lower leg back into alignment made her want to vomit a little, but she relaxed slightly when she could already feel it starting to heal.
Looking up at the table, planning on dragging herself upright, Brigitte gasped when she saw the door opening. Ginger was charging towards the table, which meant that someone else was right outside. Fuck, and now Ginger was turning towards the door. Hauling herself up, Brigitte yelled at the person - the girl? Shit, was it one of the other clinic residents? - and tried to redirect her sister. "Run! Close the door and go! Ginger, don't you dare be a chickenshit and run away from me."
Ginger's silvery-blue eyes and white hair seemed to glow in the dark of the crematorium, and she turned from Brigitte toward the light of the open door--
--and the fresh meat, she could hear their blood pumping in their bodies, fuck their flesh smelled so delicious, and she was so hungry for it...
Panting audibly, she turned to stare at the idiots. "We can tear them apart together, B," she said, voice dipping into something monstrous for a moment. Thrusting her dislocated shoulder back into its socket with a sick pop, she lurched toward the newcomers, her features animalistic as the light reached her face. Her breath sped up at the thought about tearing into them, her sister at her side - then she threw herself at them, at the small one whose fear was sweet and sharp int he air - "This is who we ARE!"
Quatre’s eyes widened when he saw what one of the girls actually looked like, his breath catching at the look of pure blood lust in the eyes of the one charging at them. He jerked back when Laura quickly reached out to punch the girl in the face, and winced when he heard a slight crack. He hoped it wasn’t from either of them, but chances are it was so he prayed it wasn’t Laura.
Laura shook out her fist, her fingers healing quickly and she frowned at the girl beast before glancing over at the table where she smelled the other. “We have to keep her still...”
The punch caught Ginger by surprise, knocking her off her feet. She snarled up at the bitch who'd hit her, throwing herself back onto her feet in an instant with an inhuman growl, blood trickling from her nose, but fangs bared and claws stretching for the girl's throat.
Claws. Claws, and teeth, and - a cage, Scott had said, but forming ice into a cage was hard, and from the looks of it, there wasn't time. Instead, Bobby thrust out a hand and took aim, and a blast of ice propelled the white haired girl backwards and away from Laura. "Should I put her on ice?" he called out.
Brigitte had been stunned into inaction at the punch - she had personal experience on how difficult it was to knock Ginger back - but the flash of something white slamming into her sister had her instinctively moving forward. "Ginger!" she shrieked, using her good leg to propel a slide over the table. Except her other leg was still a good 15 seconds from being healed, so she collapsed back against the table as soon as she landed on the other side. Gasping in pain, she tried to take in the scene without moving. There were more people than she anticipated at the doorway, and a large part of her was screaming to attack, to kill the threat. But that was the same part of her that caused her to grow claws, fangs, face ridges, and the slowly emerging snout she was trying to ignore. And since that part of her sucked, she was trying to push it down.
But she also wanted to be ready to defend herself, so with a whimper Brigitte hopped towards her sister in the hope of presenting a united front.
Cyclops remained stoic, but internally he was frowning. This was going to shit far faster than he'd hoped, though luckily X-23 and Iceman were holding their own. "How's it coming Kai?" He asked, before either of the girls could get up. His hand was on his visor, ready to knock them back if they needed to.
"We're here to help you," he called out, though he remained wary and alert. He clarified, "Help you not be trapped in this shithole."
Quatre looked a little surprised at Scott, wondering how he expected Quatre to actually live if he got close to one of them while they were free. Now that they were standing together it was even worse. “I have to physically touch them, I can’t do anything without touch.”
Laura snorted at his words, turning to fix the white haired girl with a stare. “I will get her to hold still.”
"Ice them in place," Scott instructed Bobby. Laura could probably take them out, so could he or Ororo, but he'd prefer to keep them conscious if he could.
"Your wish, my command - great, now I sound like the Genie in Alladin," Bobby observed aloud as he pointed towards the girls' feet, and twin streams of ice turned into twin pedestals with the girls lower legs inside.
Ginger had been surging forward toward the girl who'd hit her, planning to rip her in half and bite through her fucking throat, but something pulled at her feet and held her in place. Snarling and growling she looked down, furiously smashing at the ice working its way up her body.
Brigitte had just reached the momentary security of being next to Ginger when she was hit by the vision of what Ginger was planning on doing to the girl who had punched her. Her irises went black and she lost all awareness of the room for a few seconds as she saw her sister rip out the girl's throat.
Blinking and licking her lips with bloodlust, Brigitte would have swayed forwards, towards the strangers and their rushing blood, except her legs were stuck. Panic quickly dispelled any thoughts of murder and she immediately bent to dig her claws into, what, ice? Seriously? What had she missed? With her claws frantically scraping away, she snarled at the lying jock with the visor. "Is this what you call helping? Seems like you're trapping us more, asshole."
"Stop trying to kill us, and we'll stop having to defend ourselves," Cyclops retorted. "We'll get you out, but you need to stand down for that to be possible."
Ororo stepped forward - out of reach of those claws - and crouched down to make eye contact with the one who had spoken, bent over as she was. "We are here to help," she told her evenly, in her softly accented English. "My friend here," she tilted her head towards Quatre, "if he touches you, he can help you fight that urge to rip into us."
Ginger was beyond listening, still fighting the ice with enraged shouts. She wrenched around to glare at the one talking to Brigitte, her face even less human than moments before. All she wanted was to kill, to spill their blood and snap their bones in her jaws...
Brigitte's eyes went wide, the irises turning black once more as she went still, falling into the vision for a split second. Moaning as she came back to herself, she leaned forwards to take a deep sniff of the mohawk girl, eyes fluttering closed as she did. "You can't, you can't," she whined in distress, clutching at her forearms as she drew back, claws digging bloody gashes into her flesh. "We're so hungry," it was like a black hole in her stomach, consuming everything. She flicked her eyes over to the blonde boy, he was barely enough for a snack, but... she snapped her gaze back to mohawk and growled both a warning and a promise. "If he comes near me, I'll rip his heart out of his chest." And even as she finished the thought she was swept into another vision, watching herself tear into thick muscle.
Quatre felt a little queasy at the one girl’s words, but when he felt Laura nudge him with her elbow he knew he had to stop being so scared. Even if they were threatening to rip his organs out with insanely sharp claws and teeth. He stepped a little closer, glad when Laura seemed to step with him though not liking that he thought of her as a shield, and decided that it would be best to just touch both at once.
With Laura beside him, Quatre reached out quickly, laying a hand on each of their heads gently and closed his eyes tightly.
It was clear in an instant that it wasn’t their claws or teeth that he should have been scared of, but the absolute need to rip into someone’s neck and taste their warm blood instead. Quatre gasped sharply, having to clench the girls hair in his fists because otherwise he would let go as their feelings moved into him. He wanted to scream, to cry, throw up and murder everyone.
Focus!
Quatre tried to push through all of those horrible thoughts, find something that made him happy and calm, like school, his friends or his family. Shen, Inuyasha, JM and Trowa. There. Quatre grit his teeth and pushed that feeling back out and into the girls, forcing every bit of it he could at them.
Brigitte had been prepared to gut the blonde twig, protective dark haired girl be damned, when she felt a wave of calm pass over her. And, more than that, she was actually... happy? She could feel a smile start at the corner of her mouth, unused muscles stretching stiffly, as she looked to see Ginger standing docile beside her. She hadn't felt like this since the last time she and Ginger had spent the afternoon hate-watching TV in their little dollhouse. Not since before Ginger had turned.
More important than a trip down memory lane was the fact that, without the hunger and the panic, Brigitte could finally think. Looking at the boy with sharp curiosity, Brigitte asked, "So you're all freaks, too? God, you work better than the cure."
"There's a cure?" Bobby asked hopefully. Wanting to people's hearts out didn't bode well for the girls' future at the school. He was sure he wasn't the only one who was pretty attached to his heart. "What kind of cure are we talking about here? Because if you're taking it, it doesn't seem to be working all that well."
Brigitte felt a twinge of irritation that faded away almost as soon as she noticed it. "Yeah, or, sort of. Monkshood, it works for a while." She sucked in a breath in realization, urgency pushing against the strange calmness settling over her. She swept her eyes over the strangers. "Any of you go invisible or something? I had a couple of vials in my bag when we got snatched, I think they're in Alice's, um, Dr. Seversen's, office. It's purple liquid - get it to me, and needles, and I can save us."
Cyclops glanced over at Storm and X-23, they would be the strike team on that front, before turning his attention to the girl who had spoken. "Where is the office?" He asked.
"Um, same hallway that leads to this wing, three or four doors down. Right past the big meeting room. There's, I have keys." Brigitte shoved her hand into the pocket of her jeans, claws tearing a hole before she managed to pull out the stolen orderly's keys and threw them to visor guy. "We need 4 mL, each. Maybe five. And needles, oral delivery doesn't work."
"Storm, take X-23 and grab the treatments." He tossed Ororo the keys. "The rest of us will stay here." Both protecting the girls and, honestly, protecting themselves from them.
Ororo caught the keys easily. "Past the big meeting room, Dr Seversen's office," she repeated, to make sure she had it right. "On it." She caught Laura's gaze, then headed out.
Laura quickly followed after Ororo, not about to let anyone touch her friend even though she was more than sure that Ororo could take care of herself easily.
Quatre grit his teeth as he kept hold on the girls, his hands curling into their hair and he had to bite his lip in order not to pull on it hard. He could pull their hair out, pull it out chunk by chunk and they wouldn’t be able to stop him because they were immobilized. He took a shaky breath in and could feel sweat roll down his back as he tried to keep happy thoughts in his mind for them.
Fresh clean blankets. Small animals. Shen’s smile. His cousins laugh. Fresh bread. Trowa’s music. Blood. Warm baths. Apples. Screaming. Reading. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.
Quatre grit his teeth and turned to glare at Scott. “Tell them to hurry up!”
"They're gone. They'll go as fast as they can," Cyclops promised. Quatre seemed strained, almost like restraining violence. Like he was being influenced by the charges he was trying to soothe. "If you can't hold them back, then let go, and Iceman and I will hold them off until the others get back."
Then he'd only need enough energy and wherewithal to get them still enough to medicate. And if he didn't have it, well...then it would be on to plan B.
Bobby was watching, resisting the urge to make faces at the captive werewolves (okay, he'd maybe watched too much Scooby Doo as a kid), but bit as his lip as a though occurred to him. "Or...hold on, let me try something." He stepped over and touched his fingers to Quatre's, pushing past the fear at being this close to someone who admittedly wanted to bite off his head (and the whole mission, but that was another thing entirely and he'd been blocking that for hours, now) and focusing in on positive things. Kitty's smile and the always unexpected press of her lips against his, heading down the ice slide with Tommy on the skateboard, wind in their hair and not thinking about what was going to come next, his mom's apple pie, straight out of the oven, hanging out with Kurt, playing Monopoly with Scott...
He wasn't 100% sure it'd help, but it couldn't hurt, right?
The second Bobby touched his hand Quatre felt he was about to come out of his skin when a third person’s emotions moved through him to mix with his and the girls. He did pull their hair a little then, the awful horrifying emotions mixing with his and Bobby’s happy ones made him feel confused and sick. He tried to funnel as much of Bobby’s feelings into the girls as he could, not quite sure what exactly was his own happiness or his own anger anymore.
He just had to keep holding on until Ororo and X-23 got there.
Ginger snarled softy, eyes seeming to unglaze for a moment, fixing on the two boys standing in front of them. Her mind was confused, calm but hungry still, warm affection mixing with the urge to tear everything, everyone, to pieces... To share the moment with her sister, with this new wolf between them... He pulled her hair and she let him, leaning into his touch, smirking lazily up at their soon-to-be-victims.
Brigitte was having the bizarre sensation of simultaneously cursing the feedback loop that she and Ginge always seemed to develop when they were both turning, yet also being pleased about it. As if it was proof of their bond. But the feelings were coming from the blonde kid, so maybe he was part of their bond too? Ginger was certainly acting like that was the case. A bubble of jealousy rose in her at the idea of Ginger wanting to include someone else... but he seemed okay. Useful, and willing to help.
With that decided, Brigitte nudged her head up into blondie's hand, as well, and sneered at the intruding "Iceman." It probably lost its impact when the bridge of her nose snapped and shifted outwards. Great, she thought, snorting off the pain. Ginger looked like she put on a sexy!werewolf costume, so of course she would end up looking like Cujo. Post rabies.
They hadn't attacked yet, but they were looking at he and Bobby hungrily. Scott kept a hand on his visor. Just in case. Bad as it would be to have to blast the people they'd been sent to save, it would be so much worse to take Bobby and Quatre back with gaping holes in them.
Aaaand there was smirking. And the growth of a muzzle - that was a muzzle, wasn't it? Given that Quatre wasn't complaining, Bobby tried to keep focused on positive things - the last Mets game he'd gone to see was currently up - but the sudden facial shift made him recoil, his hand pulling back instinctively. Right. Werewolves were definitely a thing.
The second Bobby pulled away, Quatre only had about a minute or two of the blond’s left over happiness before it was gone and he was left with none of his own against the girls.
He growled deep in his throat and let go of their hair, turning to glare at Bobby with a snarl. “Why would you let go! You were all I had!”
The urge to attack Bobby was strong, to jump him and bite as hard as he could into the boy’s neck until he tasted blood. Quatre grit his teeth and took three steps backwards, trying his best to keep himself under control. He’d failed and the girls were free from his influence.
Suddenly free from the mental fog, Ginger shook her head violently to clear it, silver-white hair flying. The last clear thought she had was rage and betrayal — directed at the ice kid. Easily breaking free of the remaining ice around her legs, she lunged for him with a furious shriek.
Fuck! Focused on Quatre's growling (and seriously, he was being growled at by a teammate, he hadn't signed up for this!) Bobby missed the girl's movement until it was too late. The next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, trying to push off 100+ pounds of snarling girl who'd landed on top of him. "A little help here!" he called out, as he tried to generate a layer of ice around himself. Hopefully it'd at least keep him from getting bitten.
Within milliseconds of the girl moving, Scott dialed back the power on his visor, he wanted this to hurt but not to seriously injure anyone, and triggered the device. The optic blast hit the girl-wolf square on, center mass. "Please don't make me actually hurt you."
Brigitte's lunge at the ice guy had been delayed by a less than graceful exit from her own ice prison, but she wrenched herself out as soon as she saw her sister hurt, calling out a panicked, "Ginger!" Upon seeing that her sister was more stunned than hurt, she turned her attention to the boy who had dared to hurt Ginger. She snarled "Flank him" at her sister, hoping Ginger had enough logic to understand the command, or at least to aim for the guy's flank. She would focus on his weapon, Brigitte thought with glee, and launched herself claws-first at his visor.
Ginger's surprise didn't last more than a second, then she was bounding toward her new target with a feral, inhuman sound, swerving sideways to mirror her sister's approach, thrilling in the hunt.
Quatre watched as both girls -wolves- turned on Scott, the need to hurt something as powerful as the need to protect his teammate. Quatre stooped low to pick up a sizable chunk of ice that had broken off when the silver haired one had broken free and quickly moved over to the other wolf girl. Before she had time to turn around, Quatre brought down the heavy piece of ice as hard as he could on the back on her neck. Again! Hit her again! Hit her until she doesn’t move any more!
He brought the ice chunk up again, ignoring how the cold burned his hands and was ready to bring it down on her head next.
Brigitte, unprepared for an attack from the side, fell from her crouch at the impact, outstretched claws finding purchase on the floor instead of flesh. It was enough to snap her out of the hunger/hunt/revenge focus she had on visor guy, but not enough to snap her out of her wolf survival instincts. She immediately started to turn towards her new attacker, claws raised to slash.
Bobby'd regained his feet in time to see Quatre smack the not-quite-as-wolfy girl with some of his leftover ice - not hard enough, apparently, because she rounded on him. Reaching out and gritting his teeth, Bobby sent a blast of ice at her hands, encasing them in a large glob of ice and, hopefully, giving the other guy enough time to use his bludgering ice a little more decisively.
It took only a split second - the briefest of moments to make sure Kai and Iceman were reacting - but that hesitation was enough. Scott's optic blast hit the girl-beast coming at him, but it hit her flank rather than shoving her back head on, and she managed to dig her teeth into his side. He felt the skin give way like tissue paper, even as he triggered the visor.
This time, he was not gentle. The time for caution was over, and the Professor could take it up with him later if it was a real problem. He hit the wolf-girl hard, throwing her across the room and into the wall.
Ginger was hurled bodily across the room by the second blast, snarling for a split second before slamming into a wall, back cracking the wall before her head smacked into the brick with a sick crack. She crumpled to the floor, motionless.
He had moved back when he saw her claws come for him, glad he did when Bobby stopped her from attacking by incasing her hands in ice. With the girl’s hands contained, she was completely defenseless and Quatre raised the chunk of ice and brought it down on her head.
Then again.
He saw her body go limp from the blow to the head, but could tell she was still breathing.Kill her. He raised the chunk again, but froze when he felt Bobby grab his arm. He looked down at the girl’s still body, dropping the chunk of ice in panic as he tore his arm away from Bobby and stood up. “Oh god...”
They were both down. Good.
"Fall back," Scott called out, his voice strained. He pushed a hand against the large wound in his side that was now seeping a fair amount of blood. It felt unnaturally hot, which he doubted was a good sign, but there was nothing to do about it right now.
"Fall back, and then Iceman, wall them in. Floor to ceiling. I'll deal with knocking it down when...when the others...get back." It was getting harder to breathe. What the fuck had she done to him?
Quatre moved away from everyone, the far wall hitting his back as he slid down and clutched at his head. He needed to get control of these feelings, all of the nasty and violent feelings weren’t him. He took a few deep breaths and tried his beat not to talk or move, lashing out was the last thing the teams needed.
Ororo had decided to stay in the hallway, to watch for anyone who might come through while they were trying to give the girls the cure and Laura pushing open the door only to stare at the mess before her. Both girls were knocked out, one slumped over in a heap and the other with her hands bound in ice. Laura took a deep breath and smelled blood, but immediately turned towards Scott when she smelled something different from the girls.
“What happened?” She barked, not understanding how so much could have happened in the little time Ororo and her had been gone. She looked at all three of the boys, one hurt, one huddled in a ball and the other just standing there. She handed the cure over to Bobby before moving over to Scott and frowning at his side. “They hurt you?”
"Stay...back..." Scott instructed her. He was starting to hyperventilate, and holy fuck how hot was it in here?
Bobby'd nodded at Scott's instructions, and had focused on creating a floor to ceiling wall between them and the werewolves while Laura entered and asked Scott about his injury. He finished, though and turned towards Scott, eyes widening as he got a better look at his friend's appearance. "Fuck. We need to get you back to the - well, back," he said, catching himself before he could mention the school. "Should we call Blink for an evac?"
"Storm...get in...here," Scott ordered with as much force as he could. He pushed his comm button. "We...need pickup."
He breathed shallowly, noting in an idle way that the bleeding had slowed or maybe even stopped. "Be...ready." Cyclops triggered his visor, and blew a door through Iceman's well-built wall.
The Happier Times Care Center had, ironically, seen happier times. At least structurally - it's history as a tuberculosis quarantine center certainly wasn't particularly pleasant. But what stood out at first glance was the difference between the abandoned wing and the wing that was still in use as the rehab center.
While the rehab center looked run down, the red bricks worn with age and weather, the other side of the building was falling to pieces. Containing what once had been an active crematorium, the building had visible holes punched through the outer brick walls. And while there had at one time been an attempt to board up the windows and doors, the wood was rotten through.
The darkness of the late hour was offset by the full moon - a super moon that made the snow-covered ground glow. It made it easy to see that no one was walking around the grounds, but also highlighted the bare expanse between where the trees from the surrounding forest tapered off and the buildings began.
Scott was, to understate it severely, perturbed by the building's condition. They were supposed to be helping people? Here? He guessed Canada wasn't exactly socialist utopia. "Guess life could always be worse," he muttered.
"Hold it - was that actually a semi-positive comment?" Bobby quipped. He wasn't exactly impressed by the location, himself - and more than a little nervous about his first actual "mission". Harassing Scott sounded a whole lot better than thinking about how turning tail didn't sound like a bad plan. "I'm pretty sure that's a sign of the apocalypse, right there." He took a deep breath and turned to face him. "So what's the plan, Fearless Leader?"
"No blasphemy on missions," Scott said dryly and idly, scanning the area and the wing of the building that allegedly had the girls they were looking for in it. It was borderline unsound, structurally. It would be easy to knock over even if his mutation were weaker - he shouldn't have any problem with it. The larger concern was that it was so unsound as to cause more damage than he'd intended. And, of course, the fact that the very people they were there to pick up were 'potentially hostile.'
One thing at a time.
"We make ourselves a door. This area should be relatively unpopulated, but be on alert. Once we're in, we will need to watch out for the girls themselves. They may be hostile. If they attack, defend yourselves, but remember...we're here to bring them back with us relatively intact."
What religion are we basing blasphemy on? If the circumstances weren't so serious, Ororo might have asked. As it was, she focused on the matter at hand. "Let's find a door. I can get us in."
Quatre bit his lip and pulled his jacket closer around him to block out the cold as he tried to look around the old building for some kind of door like Ororo requested. Who in their right mind thought this would be a good place to send people for rehab? Unless it was trying to do its best on what it had, but still... “Maybe on the other side?”
Laura frowned as they discussed looking for a door, glancing over the buildings boarded up windows. The wood looked old and almost soft with rot and she looked over at the group in question. “Would a window work? Glass and wood are easier to destroy than metal or brick.”
"Even easier if they're frozen," Bobby pointed out. He shrugged. "Well, the glass anyway."
"Oh, we can get in. I just don't want to bring the building down on us." Brick was no problem for Scott, after all. He followed Laura's gaze and, triggering his visor, neatly knocked out what had at one time been windows. "Be on your guard as you head in."
Ororo winced at the sound of the plywood cracking. Hopefully no one in the active wing had heard it; her own preference laid with some discretion, when it could be pulled off. She started walking in the direction of the hole Scott had just created the moment it was done, glancing back at the others to make sure they were coming. Best to walk and talk, at this stage, before anyone might spot them and find them suspicious. "What's the plan, Cyclops?" It felt odd, not calling him Scott, but it was safer to get into the habit already.
"We find them. Bring them back." Which was likely going to be easier said than done. "The Professor said they've locked themselves into one of these rooms. They're running, probably panicked if they're trying to escape. He said they may be hostile. Once we figure out what room they're in, Storm, I want you to get us in."
He shot her a meaningful glance. She'd know he wasn't talking about her mutation, but about another skillset that they shared (though he wasn't sure she knew he had it too). If the girls really had 'locked themselves in' they'd need to unlock the door. "Kai, I need you to be ready to help calm them down. Iceman, be ready to cage them if they're too hostile. X-23, if push comes to shove, we'll be counting on you."
Quatre took a deep breath before nodding, ready for the first time to actually try and use his powers. “Right.”
Laura listened to the plan, agreed to it with a small jerk of her head. “I will keep my claws in so that they do not feel threatened. They will come out only if need be.”
Ororo nodded when Scott caught her gaze. She knew just what he meant. As they neared the dark building, her eyes went white, not because she was doing anything with the weather, but simply because thermal vision could come in handy in the dark.
Slowly, and carefully, Scott began to lead them down the hallway.
The central hallway was dark, but unlike the rotting and moldy outer rooms it had been somewhat protected from the elements. There were sporadic piles of wooden planks and plastic sheeting clustered around doorways, discarded as if at one time someone had wanted to fix up the building but had given up half way through.
Almost immediately upon entering, the sound of fighting could be heard echoing down the corridor - soft bangs and frustrated howls, interspersed with pained grunts and cursing. The noise seemed to be coming from behind a thick wooden door close to the end of the wing. The door had a simple knob lock, but the handle was slightly askew in its setting, like someone with a lot of strength had tried to pull the door open from inside the room.
Laura frowned when she heard the noises, and the smell even from here was powerful, making her head ache slightly. She signaled to Quatre with a nod to follow behind her, he was their only chance to get the girls out without bloodshed, and started to down the hall as quietly as she could.
The sounds grew louder and Laura had to wrinkle her nose as they reached the door. “Stand behind me.”
She glanced over at Scott, Bobby and Ororo to make sure they were ready, then glanced behind her to get a nod from Quatre. She reached out, grasping the broken handle and tugged it open.
Brigitte didn't notice the door opening at first. She was a little busy trying to set her broken leg after Ginger had sent her flying across the room. Slamming into the wall hadn't been a great experience, but at least she was somewhat protected by the table that separated the right side of the room. Hopefully that obstacle would give her enough time to heal what was definitely a broken femur. The crunch as she dragged her lower leg back into alignment made her want to vomit a little, but she relaxed slightly when she could already feel it starting to heal.
Looking up at the table, planning on dragging herself upright, Brigitte gasped when she saw the door opening. Ginger was charging towards the table, which meant that someone else was right outside. Fuck, and now Ginger was turning towards the door. Hauling herself up, Brigitte yelled at the person - the girl? Shit, was it one of the other clinic residents? - and tried to redirect her sister. "Run! Close the door and go! Ginger, don't you dare be a chickenshit and run away from me."
Ginger's silvery-blue eyes and white hair seemed to glow in the dark of the crematorium, and she turned from Brigitte toward the light of the open door--
--and the fresh meat, she could hear their blood pumping in their bodies, fuck their flesh smelled so delicious, and she was so hungry for it...
Panting audibly, she turned to stare at the idiots. "We can tear them apart together, B," she said, voice dipping into something monstrous for a moment. Thrusting her dislocated shoulder back into its socket with a sick pop, she lurched toward the newcomers, her features animalistic as the light reached her face. Her breath sped up at the thought about tearing into them, her sister at her side - then she threw herself at them, at the small one whose fear was sweet and sharp int he air - "This is who we ARE!"
Quatre’s eyes widened when he saw what one of the girls actually looked like, his breath catching at the look of pure blood lust in the eyes of the one charging at them. He jerked back when Laura quickly reached out to punch the girl in the face, and winced when he heard a slight crack. He hoped it wasn’t from either of them, but chances are it was so he prayed it wasn’t Laura.
Laura shook out her fist, her fingers healing quickly and she frowned at the girl beast before glancing over at the table where she smelled the other. “We have to keep her still...”
The punch caught Ginger by surprise, knocking her off her feet. She snarled up at the bitch who'd hit her, throwing herself back onto her feet in an instant with an inhuman growl, blood trickling from her nose, but fangs bared and claws stretching for the girl's throat.
Claws. Claws, and teeth, and - a cage, Scott had said, but forming ice into a cage was hard, and from the looks of it, there wasn't time. Instead, Bobby thrust out a hand and took aim, and a blast of ice propelled the white haired girl backwards and away from Laura. "Should I put her on ice?" he called out.
Brigitte had been stunned into inaction at the punch - she had personal experience on how difficult it was to knock Ginger back - but the flash of something white slamming into her sister had her instinctively moving forward. "Ginger!" she shrieked, using her good leg to propel a slide over the table. Except her other leg was still a good 15 seconds from being healed, so she collapsed back against the table as soon as she landed on the other side. Gasping in pain, she tried to take in the scene without moving. There were more people than she anticipated at the doorway, and a large part of her was screaming to attack, to kill the threat. But that was the same part of her that caused her to grow claws, fangs, face ridges, and the slowly emerging snout she was trying to ignore. And since that part of her sucked, she was trying to push it down.
But she also wanted to be ready to defend herself, so with a whimper Brigitte hopped towards her sister in the hope of presenting a united front.
Cyclops remained stoic, but internally he was frowning. This was going to shit far faster than he'd hoped, though luckily X-23 and Iceman were holding their own. "How's it coming Kai?" He asked, before either of the girls could get up. His hand was on his visor, ready to knock them back if they needed to.
"We're here to help you," he called out, though he remained wary and alert. He clarified, "Help you not be trapped in this shithole."
Quatre looked a little surprised at Scott, wondering how he expected Quatre to actually live if he got close to one of them while they were free. Now that they were standing together it was even worse. “I have to physically touch them, I can’t do anything without touch.”
Laura snorted at his words, turning to fix the white haired girl with a stare. “I will get her to hold still.”
"Ice them in place," Scott instructed Bobby. Laura could probably take them out, so could he or Ororo, but he'd prefer to keep them conscious if he could.
"Your wish, my command - great, now I sound like the Genie in Alladin," Bobby observed aloud as he pointed towards the girls' feet, and twin streams of ice turned into twin pedestals with the girls lower legs inside.
Ginger had been surging forward toward the girl who'd hit her, planning to rip her in half and bite through her fucking throat, but something pulled at her feet and held her in place. Snarling and growling she looked down, furiously smashing at the ice working its way up her body.
Brigitte had just reached the momentary security of being next to Ginger when she was hit by the vision of what Ginger was planning on doing to the girl who had punched her. Her irises went black and she lost all awareness of the room for a few seconds as she saw her sister rip out the girl's throat.
Blinking and licking her lips with bloodlust, Brigitte would have swayed forwards, towards the strangers and their rushing blood, except her legs were stuck. Panic quickly dispelled any thoughts of murder and she immediately bent to dig her claws into, what, ice? Seriously? What had she missed? With her claws frantically scraping away, she snarled at the lying jock with the visor. "Is this what you call helping? Seems like you're trapping us more, asshole."
"Stop trying to kill us, and we'll stop having to defend ourselves," Cyclops retorted. "We'll get you out, but you need to stand down for that to be possible."
Ororo stepped forward - out of reach of those claws - and crouched down to make eye contact with the one who had spoken, bent over as she was. "We are here to help," she told her evenly, in her softly accented English. "My friend here," she tilted her head towards Quatre, "if he touches you, he can help you fight that urge to rip into us."
Ginger was beyond listening, still fighting the ice with enraged shouts. She wrenched around to glare at the one talking to Brigitte, her face even less human than moments before. All she wanted was to kill, to spill their blood and snap their bones in her jaws...
Brigitte's eyes went wide, the irises turning black once more as she went still, falling into the vision for a split second. Moaning as she came back to herself, she leaned forwards to take a deep sniff of the mohawk girl, eyes fluttering closed as she did. "You can't, you can't," she whined in distress, clutching at her forearms as she drew back, claws digging bloody gashes into her flesh. "We're so hungry," it was like a black hole in her stomach, consuming everything. She flicked her eyes over to the blonde boy, he was barely enough for a snack, but... she snapped her gaze back to mohawk and growled both a warning and a promise. "If he comes near me, I'll rip his heart out of his chest." And even as she finished the thought she was swept into another vision, watching herself tear into thick muscle.
Quatre felt a little queasy at the one girl’s words, but when he felt Laura nudge him with her elbow he knew he had to stop being so scared. Even if they were threatening to rip his organs out with insanely sharp claws and teeth. He stepped a little closer, glad when Laura seemed to step with him though not liking that he thought of her as a shield, and decided that it would be best to just touch both at once.
With Laura beside him, Quatre reached out quickly, laying a hand on each of their heads gently and closed his eyes tightly.
It was clear in an instant that it wasn’t their claws or teeth that he should have been scared of, but the absolute need to rip into someone’s neck and taste their warm blood instead. Quatre gasped sharply, having to clench the girls hair in his fists because otherwise he would let go as their feelings moved into him. He wanted to scream, to cry, throw up and murder everyone.
Focus!
Quatre tried to push through all of those horrible thoughts, find something that made him happy and calm, like school, his friends or his family. Shen, Inuyasha, JM and Trowa. There. Quatre grit his teeth and pushed that feeling back out and into the girls, forcing every bit of it he could at them.
Brigitte had been prepared to gut the blonde twig, protective dark haired girl be damned, when she felt a wave of calm pass over her. And, more than that, she was actually... happy? She could feel a smile start at the corner of her mouth, unused muscles stretching stiffly, as she looked to see Ginger standing docile beside her. She hadn't felt like this since the last time she and Ginger had spent the afternoon hate-watching TV in their little dollhouse. Not since before Ginger had turned.
More important than a trip down memory lane was the fact that, without the hunger and the panic, Brigitte could finally think. Looking at the boy with sharp curiosity, Brigitte asked, "So you're all freaks, too? God, you work better than the cure."
"There's a cure?" Bobby asked hopefully. Wanting to people's hearts out didn't bode well for the girls' future at the school. He was sure he wasn't the only one who was pretty attached to his heart. "What kind of cure are we talking about here? Because if you're taking it, it doesn't seem to be working all that well."
Brigitte felt a twinge of irritation that faded away almost as soon as she noticed it. "Yeah, or, sort of. Monkshood, it works for a while." She sucked in a breath in realization, urgency pushing against the strange calmness settling over her. She swept her eyes over the strangers. "Any of you go invisible or something? I had a couple of vials in my bag when we got snatched, I think they're in Alice's, um, Dr. Seversen's, office. It's purple liquid - get it to me, and needles, and I can save us."
Cyclops glanced over at Storm and X-23, they would be the strike team on that front, before turning his attention to the girl who had spoken. "Where is the office?" He asked.
"Um, same hallway that leads to this wing, three or four doors down. Right past the big meeting room. There's, I have keys." Brigitte shoved her hand into the pocket of her jeans, claws tearing a hole before she managed to pull out the stolen orderly's keys and threw them to visor guy. "We need 4 mL, each. Maybe five. And needles, oral delivery doesn't work."
"Storm, take X-23 and grab the treatments." He tossed Ororo the keys. "The rest of us will stay here." Both protecting the girls and, honestly, protecting themselves from them.
Ororo caught the keys easily. "Past the big meeting room, Dr Seversen's office," she repeated, to make sure she had it right. "On it." She caught Laura's gaze, then headed out.
Laura quickly followed after Ororo, not about to let anyone touch her friend even though she was more than sure that Ororo could take care of herself easily.
Quatre grit his teeth as he kept hold on the girls, his hands curling into their hair and he had to bite his lip in order not to pull on it hard. He could pull their hair out, pull it out chunk by chunk and they wouldn’t be able to stop him because they were immobilized. He took a shaky breath in and could feel sweat roll down his back as he tried to keep happy thoughts in his mind for them.
Fresh clean blankets. Small animals. Shen’s smile. His cousins laugh. Fresh bread. Trowa’s music. Blood. Warm baths. Apples. Screaming. Reading. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.
Quatre grit his teeth and turned to glare at Scott. “Tell them to hurry up!”
"They're gone. They'll go as fast as they can," Cyclops promised. Quatre seemed strained, almost like restraining violence. Like he was being influenced by the charges he was trying to soothe. "If you can't hold them back, then let go, and Iceman and I will hold them off until the others get back."
Then he'd only need enough energy and wherewithal to get them still enough to medicate. And if he didn't have it, well...then it would be on to plan B.
Bobby was watching, resisting the urge to make faces at the captive werewolves (okay, he'd maybe watched too much Scooby Doo as a kid), but bit as his lip as a though occurred to him. "Or...hold on, let me try something." He stepped over and touched his fingers to Quatre's, pushing past the fear at being this close to someone who admittedly wanted to bite off his head (and the whole mission, but that was another thing entirely and he'd been blocking that for hours, now) and focusing in on positive things. Kitty's smile and the always unexpected press of her lips against his, heading down the ice slide with Tommy on the skateboard, wind in their hair and not thinking about what was going to come next, his mom's apple pie, straight out of the oven, hanging out with Kurt, playing Monopoly with Scott...
He wasn't 100% sure it'd help, but it couldn't hurt, right?
The second Bobby touched his hand Quatre felt he was about to come out of his skin when a third person’s emotions moved through him to mix with his and the girls. He did pull their hair a little then, the awful horrifying emotions mixing with his and Bobby’s happy ones made him feel confused and sick. He tried to funnel as much of Bobby’s feelings into the girls as he could, not quite sure what exactly was his own happiness or his own anger anymore.
He just had to keep holding on until Ororo and X-23 got there.
Ginger snarled softy, eyes seeming to unglaze for a moment, fixing on the two boys standing in front of them. Her mind was confused, calm but hungry still, warm affection mixing with the urge to tear everything, everyone, to pieces... To share the moment with her sister, with this new wolf between them... He pulled her hair and she let him, leaning into his touch, smirking lazily up at their soon-to-be-victims.
Brigitte was having the bizarre sensation of simultaneously cursing the feedback loop that she and Ginge always seemed to develop when they were both turning, yet also being pleased about it. As if it was proof of their bond. But the feelings were coming from the blonde kid, so maybe he was part of their bond too? Ginger was certainly acting like that was the case. A bubble of jealousy rose in her at the idea of Ginger wanting to include someone else... but he seemed okay. Useful, and willing to help.
With that decided, Brigitte nudged her head up into blondie's hand, as well, and sneered at the intruding "Iceman." It probably lost its impact when the bridge of her nose snapped and shifted outwards. Great, she thought, snorting off the pain. Ginger looked like she put on a sexy!werewolf costume, so of course she would end up looking like Cujo. Post rabies.
They hadn't attacked yet, but they were looking at he and Bobby hungrily. Scott kept a hand on his visor. Just in case. Bad as it would be to have to blast the people they'd been sent to save, it would be so much worse to take Bobby and Quatre back with gaping holes in them.
Aaaand there was smirking. And the growth of a muzzle - that was a muzzle, wasn't it? Given that Quatre wasn't complaining, Bobby tried to keep focused on positive things - the last Mets game he'd gone to see was currently up - but the sudden facial shift made him recoil, his hand pulling back instinctively. Right. Werewolves were definitely a thing.
The second Bobby pulled away, Quatre only had about a minute or two of the blond’s left over happiness before it was gone and he was left with none of his own against the girls.
He growled deep in his throat and let go of their hair, turning to glare at Bobby with a snarl. “Why would you let go! You were all I had!”
The urge to attack Bobby was strong, to jump him and bite as hard as he could into the boy’s neck until he tasted blood. Quatre grit his teeth and took three steps backwards, trying his best to keep himself under control. He’d failed and the girls were free from his influence.
Suddenly free from the mental fog, Ginger shook her head violently to clear it, silver-white hair flying. The last clear thought she had was rage and betrayal — directed at the ice kid. Easily breaking free of the remaining ice around her legs, she lunged for him with a furious shriek.
Fuck! Focused on Quatre's growling (and seriously, he was being growled at by a teammate, he hadn't signed up for this!) Bobby missed the girl's movement until it was too late. The next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, trying to push off 100+ pounds of snarling girl who'd landed on top of him. "A little help here!" he called out, as he tried to generate a layer of ice around himself. Hopefully it'd at least keep him from getting bitten.
Within milliseconds of the girl moving, Scott dialed back the power on his visor, he wanted this to hurt but not to seriously injure anyone, and triggered the device. The optic blast hit the girl-wolf square on, center mass. "Please don't make me actually hurt you."
Brigitte's lunge at the ice guy had been delayed by a less than graceful exit from her own ice prison, but she wrenched herself out as soon as she saw her sister hurt, calling out a panicked, "Ginger!" Upon seeing that her sister was more stunned than hurt, she turned her attention to the boy who had dared to hurt Ginger. She snarled "Flank him" at her sister, hoping Ginger had enough logic to understand the command, or at least to aim for the guy's flank. She would focus on his weapon, Brigitte thought with glee, and launched herself claws-first at his visor.
Ginger's surprise didn't last more than a second, then she was bounding toward her new target with a feral, inhuman sound, swerving sideways to mirror her sister's approach, thrilling in the hunt.
Quatre watched as both girls -wolves- turned on Scott, the need to hurt something as powerful as the need to protect his teammate. Quatre stooped low to pick up a sizable chunk of ice that had broken off when the silver haired one had broken free and quickly moved over to the other wolf girl. Before she had time to turn around, Quatre brought down the heavy piece of ice as hard as he could on the back on her neck. Again! Hit her again! Hit her until she doesn’t move any more!
He brought the ice chunk up again, ignoring how the cold burned his hands and was ready to bring it down on her head next.
Brigitte, unprepared for an attack from the side, fell from her crouch at the impact, outstretched claws finding purchase on the floor instead of flesh. It was enough to snap her out of the hunger/hunt/revenge focus she had on visor guy, but not enough to snap her out of her wolf survival instincts. She immediately started to turn towards her new attacker, claws raised to slash.
Bobby'd regained his feet in time to see Quatre smack the not-quite-as-wolfy girl with some of his leftover ice - not hard enough, apparently, because she rounded on him. Reaching out and gritting his teeth, Bobby sent a blast of ice at her hands, encasing them in a large glob of ice and, hopefully, giving the other guy enough time to use his bludgering ice a little more decisively.
It took only a split second - the briefest of moments to make sure Kai and Iceman were reacting - but that hesitation was enough. Scott's optic blast hit the girl-beast coming at him, but it hit her flank rather than shoving her back head on, and she managed to dig her teeth into his side. He felt the skin give way like tissue paper, even as he triggered the visor.
This time, he was not gentle. The time for caution was over, and the Professor could take it up with him later if it was a real problem. He hit the wolf-girl hard, throwing her across the room and into the wall.
Ginger was hurled bodily across the room by the second blast, snarling for a split second before slamming into a wall, back cracking the wall before her head smacked into the brick with a sick crack. She crumpled to the floor, motionless.
He had moved back when he saw her claws come for him, glad he did when Bobby stopped her from attacking by incasing her hands in ice. With the girl’s hands contained, she was completely defenseless and Quatre raised the chunk of ice and brought it down on her head.
Then again.
He saw her body go limp from the blow to the head, but could tell she was still breathing.Kill her. He raised the chunk again, but froze when he felt Bobby grab his arm. He looked down at the girl’s still body, dropping the chunk of ice in panic as he tore his arm away from Bobby and stood up. “Oh god...”
They were both down. Good.
"Fall back," Scott called out, his voice strained. He pushed a hand against the large wound in his side that was now seeping a fair amount of blood. It felt unnaturally hot, which he doubted was a good sign, but there was nothing to do about it right now.
"Fall back, and then Iceman, wall them in. Floor to ceiling. I'll deal with knocking it down when...when the others...get back." It was getting harder to breathe. What the fuck had she done to him?
Quatre moved away from everyone, the far wall hitting his back as he slid down and clutched at his head. He needed to get control of these feelings, all of the nasty and violent feelings weren’t him. He took a few deep breaths and tried his beat not to talk or move, lashing out was the last thing the teams needed.
Ororo had decided to stay in the hallway, to watch for anyone who might come through while they were trying to give the girls the cure and Laura pushing open the door only to stare at the mess before her. Both girls were knocked out, one slumped over in a heap and the other with her hands bound in ice. Laura took a deep breath and smelled blood, but immediately turned towards Scott when she smelled something different from the girls.
“What happened?” She barked, not understanding how so much could have happened in the little time Ororo and her had been gone. She looked at all three of the boys, one hurt, one huddled in a ball and the other just standing there. She handed the cure over to Bobby before moving over to Scott and frowning at his side. “They hurt you?”
"Stay...back..." Scott instructed her. He was starting to hyperventilate, and holy fuck how hot was it in here?
Bobby'd nodded at Scott's instructions, and had focused on creating a floor to ceiling wall between them and the werewolves while Laura entered and asked Scott about his injury. He finished, though and turned towards Scott, eyes widening as he got a better look at his friend's appearance. "Fuck. We need to get you back to the - well, back," he said, catching himself before he could mention the school. "Should we call Blink for an evac?"
"Storm...get in...here," Scott ordered with as much force as he could. He pushed his comm button. "We...need pickup."
He breathed shallowly, noting in an idle way that the bleeding had slowed or maybe even stopped. "Be...ready." Cyclops triggered his visor, and blew a door through Iceman's well-built wall.
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Date: 2018-02-08 09:15 pm (UTC)