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WHO | Maximus, Morrigan and Wesker
WHAT | 3-way death spree
WHEN | mid week 4
WHERE | In a Crevasse
WARNINGS / NOTES | Death x3, Violence, general horrible gore

When the knife had come, Maximus had smiled grimly and nodded to the sky. The delivery mechanism was bizarre, of course, but he ignored it and left such thoughts for later. For now, survival came first.

And survive they had.

Morrigan had been a surprisingly adept ally - though he still did not, and indeed could not, understand her powers. He had heard of magic, of course, though it was generally in the use of a god. He had discounted such stories as superstition and nonsense, but it appeared he was living in a world of monsters, so why not gods? He didn't ask who her parents were. Such knowledge was best left untouched. A grudge with Jupiter or any of his brethren would only do him ill. So he did not ask.

During the days, they hunted. And in the nights, they climbed down into the crevasses in the ice, and Morrigan would pull fire from there air and they would camp.

He always took the the first watch. But the night was late, now, and he had already woken Morrigan to take hers, before curling up next to the unnatural fire and allowing his watchful eyes to close.

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Wesker's head snapped up, his mouth dropping open as he watched the webbing track across the walls. The icy veins bulging, the cavern hissing.

He turned, chin dropping, moving as only he could - but it wasn't enough.

The walls came down in roaring, glittering wave. Something struck him, there was a burst of pain, blood in the back of his mouth, and pressure and weight, so very much-

-and then nothing.

Neither alive, nor dead, he rested in the arms of the virus. An ancient place. Primal. Grey and amniotic.

It was safe. Warm.

He slept and dreamed of waking.

The first block came down on his legs, so he saw it rather than felt it, the weight crushing his knee almost instantly. it was with a strange detachment that he realized that those were his legs and he was dying, but he'd nearly died once, likely actually died (though he did not remember it) and he felt no fear facing him now.

He closed his eyes as the glacier crumbled and fell, waiting for the warm arms of his wife, the beaming smile of his son...

But the only embrace he found was the cold, crushing ice and the death that it brought.