Come on, come on, get down with the sickness [ota]

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It started a few days ago on her morning jog around the base. First, it was her head. The pain had been so great that she thought discharging some energy would make it stop. Unfortunately, it did nothing. Second was her chest. It started tightening on her morning visit (which was more sneaking through the window than visiting) to Spencer's room.

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Daken wasn't feeling one-hundred percent himself. The mere fact he had a cough and headache when that should have been physically impossible with his mutation told him a lot about his condition. But doing the smart thing and seeking treatment wasn't high on his priority list. Instead, he stood outside Jefferson Hall, smoking a cigarette, as if hoping the magic powers of nicotine would make his problem go away.

Seeing Haylie cross the grassy sparring area improved his mood immensely. He was still incredibly bitter over how she had used her powers against him. Despite how he felt physically at the moment, he wasn't letting this opportunity go to waste. Spitting out whatever phlegm had just come up from his last cough, he flicked his cigarette away. The feral strode over to her with a purpose, stopping in front of her and blocking the way.

"We really must stop running into each other this way." There was a wicked smirk on his face. Daken was a very good actor. Just by looking at him, it was impossible to guess anything was wrong.

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It wasn't bad enough that Haylie was feeling like shit without so much as an inkling as to why or what it was. But now she had to deal with her resident creeper attempted rapist douchebag stalker. And she really was hardly in the mood to bother with her usual brand of witty sarcasm, but she'd suck it up and do it for the sake of appearances.

"I don't think it's called runnin' when you're makin' a habit out of conveniently showin' up in front of me." As always, she stared up at him as if he were boring her to death, fingers twitching ever so slightly as she felt the familiar tingling of energy building up in her hands.

The odd thing? She wasn't trying to charge up on purpose.

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"What can I say? You've caught my interest." His arms crossed. "I always get what I want, Haylie. One way or the other." Of course, with his wounded pride, simply taking her by force wouldn't be enough. He was going to hurt her, but not directly. He'd make sure the ones she cared about would suffer the worst of his wrath so that she would feel all the worst once his punishment for her finally came around.

Daken knew standing in front of Haylie was never a good idea. The woman seemed to barely have enough control to keep from exploding the camp at the best of times. With his usual agility, he moved until he was instead directly behind her, pressing up close. He grabbed her arms to prevent her from turning around. She couldn't blow him up if she couldn't aim behind her. "I'm a patient man. It takes a lot to piss me off. But I have a very low tolerance for idiotic women who blow my eardrums out." This close, the slight wheeze in his voice became clearly audible.

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For the first time in her life, it occurred to Haylie that finding a way to release the energy from areas of her body other than her hands was a must. There'd been times where she'd nearly burned through her clothes, and how her feet burned through the floors during a power surge during the invasion, but otherwise her sole focus was on her hands. Well, it was safe to say that would have to change