(Sara’s healing ability does have limitations but yeah. She should be able to survive. I will try to explain them in this post.)

Sara’s respect level had been rather high for this, Mathew kid, up until the next few moments. It wasn’t that she couldn’t deal with pain. She was a healer after all. Pain sort of came with healing, but it was the timing.

The chaos broke out, there was a sparkle of metal and Sara’s eyes widened at the sight of the scissors. Two guards dropped their hold on Sara’s left arm, trying to help their fallen comrades with Fever. Instantly Sara reached out, able to grab one by the back of the collar. Mean while his comrade received a blow to his eyes. The guard, Sara had grabbed, spun around, slamming her head sideways with his elbow. Even at that point, with the air thick as it was with the coppery sent of blood, Sara might have been able to, eventually, look the other way.

Then next sent to hit her nose, mingling with the blood, was the smell of burning flesh, cooked from the shocks in his cuff. What was going on? Her head raised, trying to block one guard’s punch headed straight for her face again. Blocked, before having her arm hauled down from it’s defensive pose, and another set of fists found her stomach, her rib cage, boot bottoms found her kidneys. Her sudden defensive reactions were mistaken as actual attacks.

Then there was a shift in the room, Something was going on, and Sara couldn’t tell what. Her heart rate increased, she could feel it in her chest, against her throat. Then the heart beat in her eyes, her finger, the pads in her feet even. Electricity coursed through her body now, sending Guards that were left, holding her arm, sideways with the force of her shocks.

She hit the ground, bruise under her fur had healed but she was till on fire, she burned, She shook, but she burned, Everywhere. Not just on the surface but her stomach, Every muscle shook, her lungs, and most of all, her heart. Cramping in her chest, and traveling down her left arm with even more force.

Sara’s head was thrown back, teeth bared, as her face twisted into a roaring scream that never sounded or made it past her throat, but rather, caught in her stomach. Mean while her body instantly went into repair. Mending her heart, her burns, everything. Gradually the cause of her shocks became the creation of more shocks, mingling with the pain that generated from her core, and she wasn’t along. Guards were buckling at the knees as well.

She twitched now, hugging herself as her legs collapsed out from under her, Any stored fat that Sara had left, was being sucked by her healing factor. The more her body had to repair it’s self the more nutrients it sucked from her. Working long past when the guards had stopped moving and Fever had passed out. The burn numbed, but the shocks still bit into her arm. The door swung open and in entered two stalkers. Called by the transmission of the two mutants’ powers going off. Sara was shoved to the ground, slamming her frail looking body against the ground, thanks to the stalker bot. Together, the two were escorted to solitary confinement, where they would stay until security tapes could be properly reviewed.

(If I need to change the ending tell me. If you want another little meeting with Jeminai or Sara let me know. Just following what people said would happen when thing like this would take place.)

(OOC - No this is great mate, I've been meaning to get Fever in SC anyways. Lol came a little sooner, but this is good too.

From the floor Mathew was lifted, limp and unconscious, and taken through the camps to the solitary confinement cells. His hands, arms and face were covered in blood, and his hands slightly burnt from holding the electrified scissors - for any mutants or anyone else who saw him being carried through the camps, the evidence was obvious - there was no way he was going to get away with whatever he'd done lightly.

Mathew's posts continued in Mutant Research