#legendsstart

Romily wished they could say almost dying was a new thing. It wasn’t. Before Remy’s death, they had been vaguely careful. Still reckless but they had a certain air of caution with the knowledge that if they messed up something could happen to Remy. Remy’s death had killed their almost-carefulness. Jobs didn’t become sloppy but they certainly became less thought out, less planned, more reckless. Near death encounters increased after that.

They cared about few people and one way or another, every one of those people were family. Their parents, Remy, Val, Rosie and Krys–Both their sisters in different ways. In the end, Romily would die for any of them, to keep them safe. It was the only death they would accept. When they hadn’t seen Rosie after the evacuation, they’d gone in after her.

The explosion played out in front of their eyes, over and over again, while they slept. Sneaking back into the school, heart frantic as they picked the window’s lock, eventually giving up and breaking it. The sound of shrill alarms going off and shear panic as they looked for Rosie. The indescribable relief they felt when they found their little sister, only to have it ripped away when the bomb went off and a piece of drywall pinned them. It all played like a movie in their head over and over again, haunting them until they opened their eyes

Everything hurt. Muscles ached, a torn rotator cuff being the worst offender. Sharp pain shot through their lungs with each breath and a throbbing pain erupted in their head, the fluorescent lights only making it worse. Multiples bones in their right hand shattered.

Once father’s sources had reported back with the location of the Vindex population post-detonation, Krystal was made ready to depart en route to the safe house. Her mission was as follows: collect intel. Straightforward, really, given her previous ties to many of the faculty and students alike. Not that any of those connections mattered anymore, save for the sole purpose of manipulating them into her favour. And Krystal would do it, too. She would do anything if it meant appeasing her father’s wishes and satisfying her internal programming.

           It was time to fulfil her role as the ideal CADMUS clone. 

Once they were done, they wheeled her back, giving her another day to rest. One of the nurses spoke to someone already sitting at the chair beside her bed. “We did everything we could… When she wakes up, we’ll have to see if the surgery was a success. If it wasn’t… There is a possibility she might never walk again.” After explaining a few more minor details, the nurse walked out. She must have been out for a few more hours before her eyes started to flutter open. The light was almost blinding and she could hardly remember why she was in the hospital. Cass swallowed and tried to turn her head, but it was wrapped in a brace to decrease any possible injury to her back. “W-Where-” Cassie tried to speak, but her throat felt scratchy and her voice cracked. She took a slow breath and tried again. “Where a-am I…?”