Seth, Autumn, Sunset, and the Rainbooms (plus Zephyr) went to the prison to visit Sofia after school a week later, but Seth had a failsafe method of getting her out.
"You have twenty-five minutes."
"Could we have some privacy?" Seth blatantly said, "We need to talk about some rather sensitive matters."
"I'm sorry, but that isn't allowed."
Seth muttered a few more-than-colorful phrases under his breath in Byelorussian, glad as hell that nobody (sans Sofia) was capable of understanding.
"What do you mean 'My God, why the fucking hell?', Seth?" Pinkie said, causing Seth to snap up and turn five shades paler.
Seth looked to Pinkie and Sunset, "That's it, I know it. You two are sisters."
"Not quite," Sunset said.
Sofia and the Rainbooms made things right with each other, before they gathered around Seth and Sofia so they could do the other half of their mission: kill her.
"Listen," Seth quietly said, giving her a few small pills, "Take these. You will, as the metaphor goes, be sitting at the table with Death himself. You'll fall comatose, almost completely dead, for a short time."
She swallowed the pills, "How long?"
"T minus sixty-five minutes, give or take."
"You're done," the guard said, going over to them, "Out now!"
"It hasn't even been ten minutes, yet!" Seth said.
"Don't care," he said, forcing Sofia back to her cell.
Upon leaving the prison, Seth checked his phone.
"What now, Darling?"
"We just have to eat up time until they start putting my sister into a body bag," everyone looked at him extremely disturbed, "What? We can't just stand here."
By the time Sofia was back in her cell, she had already started showing signs of her body shutting down, but she had to make herself hang on.
Keep it together, she thought, looking at a slightly-pale version of herself in the mirror.
"Hey Commie, you okay?" a silver-haired girl asked, "You're sweatin' a lot over there."
"Da," she said, stripping to her bra and underwear, showing more paler-than-normal skin and sweat.
If she had known it would be this bad, not even ten minutes in, she would've tried just getting out like a normal person. Right now, though, she turned on the faucet and tried to get under it.
"You sure you don't need someone?"
She started drinking from the tap for a minute before turning around, leaning on the sink, and replying with an exhausted, "Da."
"Okay, then."
She made her way over to the bed where she collapsed and continued sweating and panting.
This is stronger than it should be.
A few minutes later, she started acting rather strange, muttering complete nonsense.
"I'm getting someone-"
"Naga, mutant eagle kitty."
Before her cellmate could say another word, Sofia stood, vomited a large amount of blood, then fell to the floor.
"HEY!!! GET SOMEONE IN HERE!!! THIS BITCH FELL OUT!!!"
A minute later, a team of paramedics ran in to check on the Byelorussian girl, unconscious and laying in a pool of her own vomit and blood, before saying anything.
"My God, she's dead."
Someone could've spiked the pill.
Huh?
PASSION GOD DAMNIT!
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That's kind of exactly what happened, plus she's been declared dead.
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That's just so she can get out of prison. Seth most likely will just give her a shit ton of adrenaline shots and CPR to revive her.
Its not like the pill was laced with a lethal dose of Cyanide right?
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Maybe. Wait and find out.
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I have
No words.
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About which part, my friend?
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.....,
That is a good question....
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I'm gonna take a wild guess and say a big part of it is how they're getting Sofia out of prison.
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.....
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You could say that
Nergal(screams in the background) : WHAT IN YOG KOSHA'S ENLARGED BALLSACK ARE THEY THINKING?!
Once you get to the vomiting blood stage it kind of means your stomach is no longer fully protected from its own acid. Pretty sure you would need a stomach pump and surgery to have any hope at that point.
No kill like overkill, apparently.
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What do you want me to do then? Leave?
This is just a fic.
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That is so true here.
9465430 It might as well be Seth's philosophy in life.
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The specs on my computer, for what I actually do on it, is probably a definition of overkill.