Aly's Story

It was darkness, all around in the toasty room full of medical supplies and machines, the whole chamber seemed more like a hospital than young woman's living space. With books half open scattered across the cold wooden floor among pencils and crumbled up white paper with "failed" drawings. Smells of the cold air flushed in forbiddingly, as Alyona traced her finger tips on the window seal feeling the fresh outside world touch her.
Though as freedom was tasted it was soon ripped out of grips with a familiar pair of footsteps approaching. Alyona hurried her way around the cluttered room and gently swept herself under the self-made quilt on her bed and laid their motionless. Breathing heavily she tried to hide this fact, not wanting anyone to know she was out of bed, which only led to her cough uncontrollably.
"Alyona! Alyona!" The door swung open with a frail, fragile, six foot, woman frantically rushing into the bedroom with a worried tone.
"I-fine-mother." Alyona breathed in and out trying her hardest not to reveal anything. But just like a child, Alyona had forgotten something truly important.
"Alyona the window is opened!" The mother looked betrayed and hurt, but once those emotions passed quickly they turned more angry. "Alyona do you not care for your well being?! Do you wish to die! Because you are acting like you do not care for yourself!" As Mrs. Ominin spoke, Alyona started to move her mouth the way her mother did, in a mocking way. Having heard it all before it became second nature.
"I am sorry. I just wanted to feel the fresh air." Alyona looked with true sympathy.
"When you get better you will be able to go outside again."
"You have been saying that since last Tuesday. I am ready now."
"Alyone you need to stay in bed, and stay away from window." The woman walked to the window and closed it, and locking it. "Please, I don't want you to get sick again." As she turned away from the window the moon struck her face. Aging had been taken the toll on, Klara Ominin, the once bright orange hair had begun fading into blond, and the flawless skin became cracking with worry lines around the mouth and eyes.
"I'll stay in bed."
"Goodnight Aly." Klara walked to her daughter and kissed her goodnight, before leaving the room.
Alyona picked up her sketchpad and drew another picture of a bird flying out of a cage, it was carefully drawn and truly a piece of work, until she crumbled it up and let out a pitiful sigh. She knew that the whole world was never going to been seen through her own eyes, and that she was a bird who could never be able to fly out of her small world cage.

People gobble down different pharmacist drugs, which also include vitamins, cold medicines, anti-depressant, and vaccines. A mere handful of pharisaical drugs were chosen at random, to try an experiment , which was suppose to be an enhancement of brain activity, turned to mutation of chemicals. After files were lost to incumbent scientist it was decided to be hushed behind, not wanting a wide spread war or panic to outbreak.
Each day that passed seems to take different tolls on the average person. Because of the different drugs and flotation of climates and life styles with stress the effect takes different times, ranging from years, to merely months.
The only consent, was a high fever that lowered to deadly temperatures in less than forty-eight hours. That not being the only experiences the person will have, ranging for migraines, anal and internal bleeding, vomiting, and other extreme side effects. This being a fact, not everyone survive the when the changes begin.
Though those that do get out of the painful transformation, senses increase becoming fully aware of changes. Not being able to pin point what has fully happened, but have an understanding that their body has been enhanced in the various different ways.
Now it is all up to them how they come to know their limitations and exactly how they choose to use them.

OOC: You can choose to write another post before the changes happen(to help with the character development , I'd like those who haven't written at least two post to write another one before catching the fever.) but everyone MUST write a whole post about the pain their character was in and explain what they went through. Including what they were doing when the fever first hit them to how it affected their life.

Aly laid in bed drawing another picture of a robin flying into the caged door. A light sigh slipped pasted her lips ticking them softly. The whole room smelled of disinfected and warm air. The tv was on mute but continued relapsing on the movie menu. Aly hummed the intro song that she had listened to all day.
Boredom was a constant feeling, causing her to become annoyed and fidgeting. It wasn't fair, Aylona felt like an bird, needed freedom and to travel everywhere, but because of her body, she was stuck in a glass world, only to leave a few times of a year, feeling caged.
"I cannot keep waiting to get better. I'd rather live and die then wait and see. " She closed her eyes knowing she sounded selfish. But it was a need she had felt.
Hours past and the picture was finished, the movie had started playing and was close to the end. The pencils were on the ground with a lot of other papers. Snow dripped down the windows, showing the bright snow shine into her bedroom, causing it to cool down a small bit.
Aylona moved the machines out of her way and stood up, her legs felt weak and she tripped, catching herself on the end of her bed. "Damn it." Her hand started to slip while she was pushing herself up to stand, only to make her fall flat on her face, ripping out all needles inside her arms.
Machines alert went off, loudly. Footsteps stomped down the hall way, and rushed into the room alarmed. "Aly!" Screams were all around the room.
"I-fine."Aly breathed out slowly.
"What were you thinking!?"
It was another long lecture as she was helped up, and got the needles back in the right place.
Guilt shadowed over her, leaving a horrible taste in her mouth.
One day, I'll be free. One day, I'll never need anyone to help.

Aylona woke in her bed once again, but this time she stood up and pulled out the needle and plugs. That is when she began running, running as fast her weak legs could move deep into the woods near her house. As she found her way into the cold air, she realized that she had no thought process. It was all impulse and even trying to think back to why she was awaken she drew a blank. As the clouds moved past the sun Aylona started to feel her body warm, and looked down at her hands.
She was on fire, and it burned her alive. Her fingers began to turn to ash and the pain was taking a toll on her ability to scream. As the rest of her arms fill into a pile of ashes she knew that it was finally time to say goodbye and go to the afterlife where freedom lied. Aly closed her eyes and felt the body over heat and fall apart.
Soon there was nothing left of her but a pile of dusk. Then out of the dirt she rose naked, with a pair of fire wings, she flew high into the sky.
"I am free!" She screamed above the clouds and watching down at her town.
"Aylona baby, please keep fighting." It was her mother's voice calling into the sky, but it made no sense to Aly. Why would her mother call such a thing, she had no reason to fight, she was free.
Her body was pale and flawless, her pink nipples were erect from the frozen air, and goose bumps swarmed her body.
"Mother, what do you mean?" Aylona spoke, but she was no longer speaking Russian it was English.
As the different langue changed so did the flaming wings. They became heavy and Aylona started to crash toward the ground.
Aylona was in the snow covered in a thick ice bubble. Her blue eyes shinned brighter in the snow as her orange hair fell in front of her face. Aly was freezing making it hard to breath, she gasped for air but it seemed pointless.

Mrs. Ominin sat beside her daughter as Aly twisted and gasped, the machines beeped and screeched. Tears poured out of the woman's eyes, watching the doctor work.
"She will be fine, wont she Doctor Roberts?" Robert was an old Englishman famous for his teaches on Severe combined immunodeficiency. His hair was grey and thinning with patches loose. Wrinkles covered around her eyes and forehead.
"These readings are unheard of Ominin. Her temperature has been raising up into the teens, how she is managing is beyond belief." His voice and eyes showed the skepticism.
"Aylona baby, keep fighting!" She screamed by the bedside.
Inna cried, holding her only child's hand, begging to the Lord that she would live through this episode.
"Please oh mighty Lord, give my baby strength." Was repeated other the course of six hours. Inna's husband Dima had left for work while Aylona's fever was just by three degrees not knowing what was in store for his child.
Dima came home after working eight hours to hear his wife crying in their daughter's room, fear over came him and he found himself running through the house and stopped at the door, seeing Inna laying on the bed next to Aly.
"Is she?" He couldn't bare the idea losing his little girl.
"She just keeps burning up. Roberts said there was nothing left to do an hour ago and left. Oh Dima what are we going to do." Her blue eyes were red from the intense crying.
He walked to his wife and kissed her softly on the forehead and touched Aly's face with the back of his head.
"She's a fighter."

After the fever episode had passed and her temperature started down, but it did not stop dropping. Again the doctor showed and knew nothing that could explain the increase dropping and stated that they must wait and see what happens.