willa richards ✸ wanda maximoff (hexfactor) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-10-09 02:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot week, !virus, mason sullivan, willette sullivan |
Who: Mason and Willette Sullivan
What: Willette’s dying, crazy alternate reality magic happens
Where: The Baxter Building, NY
When: Saturday night, October 8th 2016
Warnings: Nothing major. Weird Maximoff sibling shit.
Even the Scarlet Witch wasn’t immune to everything, apparently. This situation wasn’t new to Wanda, people she knew coming down with a deadly virus that attacked your genetics, but it was still newer for Willette. She’d tried to be stronger than the virus, she really had, but in the end, Willette just hadn’t been strong enough. It had started in the middle of the week, she’d begun to feel faint and run down. That very rapidly developed into constant fevers that were soon accompanied by hallucinations, and flu symptoms so severe that any normal person probably already would have died from them. Willette was still hanging on, but not by much.
She was dying.
Mason had taken her back to the Baxter Building, the place they’d stolen from those annoying superhero friends of that bitch Jen Hill. It had never felt like home to her, but it was where they lived, for the most part, so it was the place where they’d retreated to once Willette had gotten too sick to go anywhere. It didn’t matter that this place wasn’t really home to her, because when it came down to it, as long as Mason was there it felt enough like it. Mason was her home. And right now, she was on the verge of leaving her home, because of something entirely outside of her control. Some sort of airborne virus that was making her own insides betray her.
Willette had never felt so helpless and angry, but she was too tired and sick to do anything about it except lay here in this bed, barely lucid at this point, her forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat. She could practically hear her own heartbeat in her ears, thudding pathetically and much weaker than even an hour ago. It wouldn’t be long now, she and Wanda both knew that. Willette started to panic, looking around wildly for her brother and calling out to him, though her voice was strained, barely above a croak. “Mason….? Mason!”