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Posted by vampyremage on Aug 10, 2010 16:55:32 GMT -6
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Meld felt an acute pang of guilt as the first student was devoured from the inside out by his power and then others began following suite. At first it was spotty and periodic, only the occasional student. Over to the left a girl who had recently sprouted feathers began rotting, her feathers falling out in patches and her skin becoming black and ichorous. To the left a boy who's sparking hands had spread from his hands, up his arms and his chest, each spark becoming ever more significant and damaging. But then more students becan experiencing the same thing, one by one all the newly created mutants dying some of the most horrible deaths possibly immaginable.
Meld felt responsible for each and every one of the deaths because it had been herself and Aura who had given the sutents the drug that caused their premature deaths. Was it worth it though? Was it worth it for an entire school to die in order to perfect a drug that could better the mutant cause in untold ways? She had to assume that it was because to assume anything else would destroy her. It had to be worth it because if it wasn't then she was nothing more than the monster she had always feared herself to be, and she simply couldn't live with that. As long as some good came ouf of their experiement, as long as some progress was made, she could live with the sacrifises that they had to make. At least they weren't children.
With one more look behind her at the school yard, Meld nodded and Aura and schooled her expression to one of careful neutrality. Everything, she knew, had been caught on tape. Lori would use that, hopefully, to perfect the drug. The experience would be learned from and, in the end, the benefits to mutant kind would be great. Sometimes sacrifises, even sacrifises like that, had to be made for the greater good.
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