Another way to start the year! (January 2010)

[Abel De'Vida]

Starting the new year full of heathens and blasphemers using the devils magic was not what Abel wanted. What he wanted was to wreak havoc on the powered individuals of the school, no bigger than that of the world. They were dangerous, and needed to be dealt with, he didn't have time to sit around and cough when they were all out there, every lost one of them waiting for him to come by and end it all, their abilities, their strengths, their lives.

He was going to save the world from their kind, one poor shmuck at a time. Once this sickness was over...

Day 1

*Blegh!*

Sick over the toilet was Abel, having some strange dreams, remembering things he shouldn't be remembering. The people gathering against him, chasing him down and turning on him. His own family, his own friends, his own community as if he was some sort of devil child.

"I can't deal with this.... not alone...." He said to himself, trying to think if there was anyone in the area he could contact, but there was none. He decided he'd go to a local hospital and see what his options were. Truth was there probably weren't many though. If he needed surgery it'd be different....

Maybe....

About two seconds later he was on the computer trying to research surgeries you could go in for, and he decided that he'd just go try donating blood and fake something. So off he went to the hospital.

How... do I get there....

He started stumbling out into the streets, walking around like some kind of drunk as the fever took him. Each step felt hotter than the last, even in the cool winter air it felt as if it were summer time to him. He wanted to get colder... and so he went back inside and practically ran to the shower.

Once in he put the water on as cold as he could and just passed out in the bath tub. He had dreams he was swimming in the arctic, and being chased by a sea lion....

Day 2

He woke up outside of the bath, flat on the floor, drenched and cold. His body was shivering, he didn't have a fever, but he was freezing cold. He had only slept for maybe four or five hours, but it was still way too much for him. He turned the shower to hot water since it was already on, and once it was hot he undressed and showered in it. It heated him up quite nicely.

"F-f-f-f-f-f-fuuuuuuuuck it's f-f-f-f-r-r-r-r-eeezing!" He said as he finally got out, got into a towel and went to his room to get dressed. Once dressed he made his way to the thermostat and turned it up to about seventy-eight degrees. After doing that he grabbed a few blankets and laid on the couch, turning on the television. He didn't know why, but for some reason when you're sick, you like the crap tv on during the day. You find yourself watching the price is right, or even shows like Oprah. If you're lucky you get a cool episode with some celebrity or some special about families in Africa. Though you aren't always so lucky and you just get to see people jumping up and down because she gave the entire audience a car.

Fading in and out of consciousness as his nose was practically leaking, his throat dry and scratched, and his temperature slowly rising, Abel began to hallucinate that he was actually on Oprah, talking about his life.

"And now we have a boy was abandoned by his family, his friends, and it lead to the destructive behavior's he exhibits now. Everyone, please welcome my next guest, Abel De'VIDA!" She said, and he walked out to applause, dressed as he had been back at point hope.

"I uhh, I don't know what to say Oprah except for... wow I'm actually on your show!"

"Well it's a pleasure to have you," She said and then her voice became solemn as she looked at him, "Now... tell us Abel, what exactly is it that you've bee doing since you were sent to Point Hope."

"I... I killed a man... I hallucinated in a dream, I let my abilities... they tricked me, and... I killed my room mate." He said, the crowd got quiet.

"And why is that? What is it that made him different from the others?" Oprah asked.

"Well, I didn't kill him because of it, like I said-"

"But was he different than others?"

".... He was gay...." He said, some of the crowd were getting nasty looks, "I killed him, I beat him... to death. Then she came, Lina... and she helped me dispose of.... him... his body... we blew up the room. I got off without being charged."

"And then what happened?"

"I... I met this girl, I cheated on my girlfriend at the time with her," He said, "And... I went crazy... I became so angry with my Qi... I stripped it from myself.... I went to someone and had them forcibly strip Qi from my body... but... it didn't work... it just, it changed me..."

"How?"

"I... I stop Qi.... I consume it, and I stop it," He said, "And... I hunt them down now... I kill them."

"The Qi users?"

"Yes...."

He fell asleep. The dream changed from there.

Day 3

"Now welcome back to Dr. Phil, as you remember we were talking with Abel here," A crowd of boo's took place, "Now now, we can't blame Abel for being such an evil woman hating man-"

"I'm not woman hating!"

"You hurt that poor girl though Abel, you hurt her...."

"It... it was a consensual thing... she wanted-"

"If the words coming out of your mouth are, 'she wanted it', don't kay? Because we don't say that on Dr. Phil, got that woman hater?" Dr. Phil said as Abel quieted down.

"Yeah..." Abel said.

"So now tell us about your family..."

"It's large, we're from the south. New Orleans," He said, "Around there anyway. The area I was at was hit... but we came back. And.... look they all hate me. Okay?"

"Look," Dr. Phil suddenly became Jerry Springer, "You have to face them... now we have a surprise for you today Abel.... I'm going to bring someone out okay?" He got up and turned, "Lets bring out the De'Vida family!"

His parents and brothers and sisters came. They were carrying torches and pitchforks, "Abel, it's time to come son. We've got to end this son..."

"What?" Abel said, getting up and backing away slowly. His father suddenly came at him with a machete, Abel fought for it, stopping him and before he knew it the Machete went through his father. The crowd starting calling out 'jerry jerry jerry!' as he took the sword out, and slaughtered the rest of his family, and Jerry springer. As he left the stadium, he walked outside into the sun, thirsty and hungry he licked the blood off of the blade.

"This is who I am now.... I can't turn back. There's no going home, and there is no becoming once who I was. This is who I am now, I can't turn back."

Abel woke up in a sweat, but ultimately feeling better as far as his physical health.

[Katsuri Katashi]

A flu, honestly? Was this how he was supposed to spend his time back, dealing with some damn bug that just happened to decide that it was going to be a nuisance. Pah. Please... or not, that was the mindset he had gotten up with and instead found himself laying in that little room he had, staring up at the ceiling from his bed, the room far too hot, mostly because the heater had been running the whole night trying to keep him from shivering and shaking like a little baby.

He rarely got sick, but when he did, his world collapsed because he was so used to being able to take it all. He did not hurt, just felt... exhausted, like something was draining all the energy out of his body so he had none left to do anything else but.. A cough. A harsh one, bringing up copious amounts of flim and the like, unable to stop it given the build up in his lungs. A spit into the trash bin and he'd have downed a good hunk of cough syrup to stem the tide of the flu as it tried so valiantly to strangle him. The first day of sickness was pitiful.. he did not even get up from his bed the whole time save to use the restroom, the little refrigerator and the microwave next to his bed saved him from that, but there was not much else he could do. The small room he was in only had room for those sort and a hot plate, but that was up near the sink.

The second day was slightly better, given the fact he had managed to haul his big ass out of bed and actually look outside before flopping back into that indent he had created over the last twenty-four hours. Still tired, and still chugging cough syrup like an addict. The leather jacket which had been hanging in the corner was now wrapped around him, having gone from burning up to freezing again. The damn bodily temperature changes were the worst, the rest of the stuff he could deal with, but freezing or burning up sucked quite a bit.


Today? Same as yesterday, had a big bowl of chicken noodle soup, did his business when needed and spent most of his day laying in bed and watching TV, it was not like he had too much else to do, what with the fact he did not have classes yet and the schools being closed anyways.. he'd have to go sort that out with the dean of the college soon. He managed to go to sleep earlier then he had the night before, what with freezing and all, he was actually feeling alright by time he slipped into sleep. The morning came too soon in his opinion, as the light coming in from the window stirred him from his slumber with a rather low gutteral groan and a spewing of profanities that could have made a sailor blush as what he was letting free.

Sittng up, he sighed, the throbbing in the back of his sinuses that let him know they were filled was for the most part gone. His eyes still felt a little puffy, but otherwise he was alright, a few coughs here and there when he just could not help it otherwise, but the cough syrup made sure to quell that and keep it in check whenever a fit was trying to kick itself up. Today was good, he actually managed to spend most of his time out of bed, flopped in his chair, but at least he was not getting bed sores from not moving anymore. Some solid food to go with his soup, a nice change of pace, and well, for the first time in the last fourty eight hours he felt as if he were not roasting or going to turn into a popsicle at every turn and breath.

The TV? Same old boring crap.. different day, honestly he was going to have to get a computer or something in this dump if this ever happened again, he'd be far better off pulling up shows on it then he ever would on the damn local or cable stations.

[Mitsukai]

Day 1

Mitsukai woke up that fateful morning not feeling like herself. Letting out a soft groan she curled up into a tight ball underneath the covers. Despite the fact that her entire body felt like it was on fire. She knew she was sick, there was no other way to explain the stuffed up nose, the watery eyes and the itchy throat. And lets not forget the pounding headache, she felt terrible. Reaching a hand to feel her forehead she would let out a short curse. She really was burning up. God this probably had to be one of the worst sick days she ever had in a long time, and this was only the first day. How bad could it possibly get later on? God please don't let this get any worse than this. she thought to herself. So much for her morning jog, it'll have to wait till she got better.

For a moment she did not move. It was hard enough as it was trying to breath let alone move. After what seemed like an eternity did she try to poke her head up from under the covers. The second the light hit her eyes she hissed out in pain as another sharp jab to her head struck her. Okay, light was NOT a good thing right now. It was like she was having a hangover. Thats just great.

Sniffling she retreated back under her covers for a few moments more. What she needed right now was to just rest, moving was too much for her right now. I could use some medicine too. she thought, at least there was some flu medication in the medicine cabinet in her bathroom. Too bad she would have to get up out of bed to get it. Come on....stop being such a baby and go and get it. she tried to motivate herself. In the long run it'd certainly help, it was just that she didn't want to move.

After a few more minutes of debate she forced herself out of bed to get what she needed. It was for the better anyways and it was not like she wasn't used to having to take care of herself when she was ill. Her aunt and uncle never seemed to notice when she was feeling under the weather. They sometimes bitched and claimed she was 'being a drama queen' and refused to help her so she had to learn how to take care of herself. The good news was at least she had medicine to help her through this. At her old home about half the time she was sick there was nothing in the house to help her get better. She'd have to rough it out. Thats what she would have to do now. Rough it out. Ryu had not been around for awhile now and Addie was not around either since she was sick before this. That meant Mitsukai was alone, there would be no one helping her while she was like this. Good thing she was already used to situations like this.

After taking her flu medicine Mitsukai dragged herself back into bed. She could feel her body getting weak already and just wanted to lay down for the rest of the day. Sleep was good, it helped numb you from the pain for awhile and it was not like there was much to do anyway. If she was lucky this would only be one of those '24 hour bugs' and by morning she would feel much better.

Day 2

Things only seemed to get worse by the second day. The fever had not died down, instead she was now going through the hot and cold flashes. One minute she would be extremely hot, the next she would wake up in a cold sweat. Her running nose was now replaced with a sore throat. She could not stop coughing, her chest was starting to hurt after coughing so much.

What made it worse was her stomach. Despite the fact that she had eaten nothing all day yesterday she felt like she was going to puke. The slightest movement made her stomach hurt. Every time she coughed it did back flips. She hated nausea the most when it came to being sick. She was the type that had a hard time puking, her stomach was just as stubborn as she was. It refused to vomit no matter how painful holding back would be.

A part of her wanted to just throw up and get it over with but there was nothing she could do. The easiest solution would be to just force something down her throat but that would require her to go downstairs and get something. She had no energy to do that, especially in such a big place there was no way she could do it by herself.

Her stomach pain was getting worse, it was getting to the point that she wanted to cry. This was horrible! Why did she have to get so sick? She normally was a very healthy and active person so she should not be falling ill. Especially as bad as this.

Her stomach did another flip and in an instant she made a run for it. Getting to the toilet just in time to puke her guts out. After puking repeatedly for about five minutes she was starting to feel a bit better. Mitsukai had gotten lucky this time around. It was unusual for her to throw up this fast, now hopefully her stomach won't hurt as bad for the rest of the evening.

After she was done Mitsukai took the opportunity to get herself cleaned up, take her medication and get back into bed. She might be feeling a little better but she still needed to rest, just to be safe.

Day 3

Mitsukai woke up the next day to her stomach growling. Her fever had finally disappeared and though her throat still felt a bit sore she was relatively fine. Freshening herself up and taking another dose of medicine she finally went downstairs to fetch herself something to eat. The worst of the ordeal was over, now she was feeling well enough to move about so making a full recovery alone was going to be much easier now.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

How the FUCK do you fucking catch a fucking cold in cali-fucking-fornia? WORSE, the fuckin' flu!

It doesn't matter what month it was in this damned state, it was always warm. Sometimes down right hot as hell... So how the fuck do you get sick? ...Honestly. Fuckin' viruses. Fuckin' flu.... AND...and this was Ryu we were talking about. He doesn't get sick. Ever. Not since his back healed seven and a half years ago. And even then, he only caught sicknesses that were introduced to him on purpose to build his immunity. "Damn diseases must be evolving." They did tend to mutate. Adapt to the immunities of the people they spread to. Get stronger, mutate within the populace, come back for the rest, and finish them off.

But not today, mother fucker. No sir, there was no fucking way Ryu was going get put down by shit like this. ...Well, at least for no longer than a few days... As it was, the blue eyed man couldn't even stand. He was stuck in bed. ...More or less, anyway. He was stuck in his bedroom at any rate. After Ryu had collapsed four feet away from his bed in the morning, he laid out on the floor and stayed there. With a hand over his eyes, he stayed there until he felt well enough to drag himself off of the floor, he stumbled across the massive master bedroom to the bathroom. Running into things was never fun, but Ryu couldn't do much of anything about it. The world was spinning, and not just left and right, either. There were times when Ryu felt like he was standing on the ceiling. Several times, in fact.

Almost collapsing again when he crossed the door way, Ryu shuffled on his balance point and took a few steps forward. Little good it did him, though, as he fell shortly there after, stabbing his fist into the tile floor. At least his arms were working properly. "Nng... Take over. Get to the-- mgnn-- medicine cabinet."

In the back of his spinning mind, Chaos stirred. He'd been taking a back seat since Ryu woke up, rather than try to observe the insanity going on in his hosts body. [That bad, eh? Stupid bastard. How the fuck] "do you get sick in california?"

Within the mind, away from the body, Ryu felt a little more together. [I've already been over that.] He snapped, [That's not the fucking point, just get the damn medicine. Grab the black bottle and down-- no, not that one you moron. Yes, that one. Take five of those.]

Even Chaos was having difficulty piloting Ryu's large sick body, but he managed, and grabbed, then re-grabbed pill bottles. "Five? That's not too much?"

[At this point, I don't really care, just take it.... Now, that bottle. Right, three of those. And a double dose of that day-quil stuff. Then find out what the temperature is. Probably doesn't matter, but.]

The psychotic demon followed the orders with an unusual subdued air. Perhaps he was concerned for Ryu. Perhaps he was watching out for his own ass, since if Ryu dies, he dies. Perhaps it was the sickness affecting Ryu's body so badly that he couldn't afford to be the ravenous asshole that he normally was. But that wasn't something that mattered either. What did, was getting this damn flu out of his system.

Ryu's hand shakily held up the thermometer so that every facet of the mind could read the 102.3 (WBAB) degrees that Ryu's body currently was. "...Oh fuck."

[It's fine, that's the untreated number. It'll go down as soon as the medicine starts getting through my body. Now, get downstairs. Take the elevator, I don't want to fuck with stairs right now, and you can grab a staff in the armory.]

Chaos walked out of the bathroom, around the master bedroom, and into the closet. The jacket hanging on the hook just inside the door glowed brightly, and a turn of the head silenced it. Once Chaos looked at the thing, it realized that Ryu wasn't in command of his body, and ceased his glowing. It didn't want to be used by that particular entity. Chaos ignored the jacket and followed the instructions, grabbing a medium sized staff from a rack in the biggest room of the first floor. "Now what?"

[Food. We'll need as much energy as possible to fight this off. It'll probably take three days of direct effort.]

"Three fuckin' days? Shit. So much for that fuckin' school." The personality in control of the body moved to the kitchen and downed just about as much food as the body could tolerate. "Now wh-"

[Upstairs. We're going to sweat this fucking thing out.]

"Sounds like fun." Was the sarcastic reply as Chaos dragged the half incapacitated husk back through the first floor. At least the kitchen was across the hall from the armory.

---

The entire rest of the day was spent on the third floor of the massive house. Between Ryu and Chaos alternating control of the body, Ryu trained in solitude, adapting to the dizziness and the nausea. Using them. Using the spinning of the world to overcome his sense of gravity and perform some pretty insane, though primarily stupid things.

After only four hours, he was reduced to a panting mess on the floor, and it took him twenty minutes of laying shirtless on bare wood to recover and resume. From then on, however, Ryu took breaks every couple of hours, sitting in his knees and meditating. Only instead of relaxation, he toyed with the workings of his body, raising and lowering his temperature at gradual intervals. It was an interesting experiment that made the time spent recovering go quickly.

Like this, he fought the Flu into the night before relinquishing command to Chaos after having bathed in the locker room. The Psychotic demon did the grunt work of the body, going into the office which Ryu currently used as storage and pulling out bedding.

The next day, Ryu repeated the process. First he went down to get medication, then he got food-- which he piled onto a serving cart and brought up to the training area-- and then he got down to training. Forcing the sickness out of his body.

Day two passed more quickly than the previous had as the fever was already abating, and day three came quickly. Ryu actually puked the third day. Worse before it got better, he assumed. In response to the intestinal upheaval, Ryu spent the entire day training with his power activated. The enhanced musculature of Shaolin Fist put his body under even further strain, forcing it to get stronger or die trying. Forcing it to destroy the flu to suit the will of the mind in command of it.

And so it did, by ten o'clock on the third day, Ryu felt completely fine, his temperature was down to normal levels. The next morning, he went to school only to find out that it had been an epidemic and that he hadn't missed a fucking thing.

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