Temp'elar Family Event: The death of Alana Temp'elar.
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Temp'elar Family Event: The death of Alana Temp'elar.

Toxic

Seven burst through the doors to the Asylum, his muscles aching and trembling. Sweat dripped from his brow and for once he felt that emotion so common to those within these dark and cruel wall's. He felt fear. It was an emotion most alien to him, having never any reason for his own life and having long since accepted his lack of control over the actions of his sin's. But what had happened just a few moments ago, had filled him with a dread beyond measure. 

The phone had rang, in seven's office within the asylum. In truth it had woke him from a brief slumber brought on by exhaustion. But what awaited him on the other end of the phone had woken him from his dreaming, into a nightmare. "Daddy! Please....the venom....its...". She had done it...she had only fucking gone ahead, despite his warnings and done it! His daughter Alana, the voice that had sounded so weak on the other end of the phone, had since birth been able to produce a toxin....a drug. Used sparingly it was able to heighten senses and sensations. His son Calcifer had admitted to Seven that she had used it on him while they were 'playing around'. Seven knew exactly what that meant, she had spoken of using it with him. That was before she had gone away to learn and study nursing and advanced psychiatric sciences. She had there stumbled upon a way to use the venom she produced to manipulate the thought patterns of asylums patients. It was a radical idea, and while it had potential Seven, perhaps developing a cautious streak since becoming a father, had discouraged her from trying it until it had been perfected. 

His thoughts snapped back to reality as he burst through the door into the lab. It was a scene that would stay with him for all time. She was so beautiful. Her normally pale skin was now completely white, but around her lips a twisted pattern of swollen veins laced the perfect pinkness. His eyes travelled down from her face to see her torso, torn open. The spiders, the creatures from which she had adopted her nick name 'Black widow' gnawed at her flesh scurrying inside of her. His eyes filled with tears while his body filled with rage. He charged forwards pulling them from her body and crushing them in his bare hands, throwing their matted bodies to the wall. He leant in holding her tight his tears flowing like the blood from her body. He took a deep breath ready to below an agonised scream that would tear through mountains and devastate oceans. But as the deathly raw met his lips, it slowly transformed into the faintest weakest whisper "Alana....my...Alana....daddy has you...".

The moment lasted only a minute or so, before the emergency team arrived. The moment seemed like eternity....or maybe a second. It didn’t matter. Right now nothing mattered. His heart had been torn from him and the knowledge that the sweet escape of death from his now eternal torment would be forever beyond him made him wonder what cruel and evil man he had been to endure such pain. The doctors would tell him that she had tried an experimental version of her own toxins, using a compound extracted from the spiders to enhance it. But that the spiders had sensed this compound in Alana. The drug had paralysed her while the spiders, sensing her as a larger 'threat' like they would a larger spider around there nest, had turned on her. Seven however would forever hold a different cause of death. He had failed her. She had given everything to work with him here and he had not protected her as he should have. And now, his princess, His Alana...Was dead

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