The Unexpected. [Secuel To The Unknown] {Eric FF}

Fifty-Five

There was a particular night where Christine didn't feel good at all, she'd noticed that her sleeping pills had also numbed her legs a little, she'd tried to massage them and when she stood up from her bed to walk, her legs couldn't hold her up. She sat down in the bed, frowning in confusion.

Then another wave of numbness hit her, it was slowly spreading up her torso, and when she reached her communicator to ask anyone for help, her hand didn't respond. She fell sideways on the bed, and with a look of horror in her eyes, she looked around the room for help, finding a figure staring back at her from the love seat on the corner of her bedroom.
Her breath was picking up she couldn't feel her body, and she was pretty sure she could also feel her organs shut down one after the other.

She saw the figure stand up from the chair, and when it walked near the light, she saw her.

She tried to speak, but at the attempt Morgan simply chuckled.

"You more than anyone should know that sleeping pills in a high dose can cause a progressive system shutdown. They're usually used in suicide for most women, it gives them a nice lullabied eternal sleep. But when you're not actually expecting it it can be quite terrifying"

Morgan took the pill bottle from the nightstand and opened it, Christine noticed she was wearing thick surgical gloves.

"You must be thinking, while you still can, how could this happen, I only took the dose that was in my pill case? Well, someone should've know that you stored your dosage in a pill case and leave it in the bathroom, and some should've also slipped a modified pill inside the case, replacing it with your own" Morgan dropped half the bottle of pills on her hand "which would make it seem like you took a higher dosage. And when they find your pill bottle damn near empty, that's what they'll deem it, suicide"

Morgan left the bottle exactly where she'd found it. Making it seem untouched.

"It wasn't easy, it took me almost a year to stage this, but your death is not the only think I staged" Morgan saw Christine's eyes drop, then heavily open up, she wasn't breathing as labored, but instead in fast short breaths, trying to overcompensate the lack of oxygen she was feeling. Soon enough there wouldn't be enough oxygen reaching her brain.

"There was a little girl in Erudite once, who wanted to switch to Dauntless when her decision came. But her parents and the leaders of Erudite saw that her IQ was actually quite high for her to waste it on dauntless, so they forced her to stay. I spent months reviewing candidates to take over your place, and when I found her, I knew she was perfect. So I did what you did to my husband, and trained her for her to take Erudite, you probably know her, and she's probably your favorite new leader because that's what she was meant to be. And once she takes over your place in Erudite, she'll help serve dauntless' purpose, not the other way around."

Morgan saw her eyes drop again, heavily, and this time she didn't open them again.

Morgan gave the room one last check before exiting the house, climbing on the train back to dauntless before sunrise.

Once Morgan was inside the house, she gave Aleks a quick check before, walking to her own bedroom. Thankfully Eric hadn't moved from the position she left him in, knowing that the day had work him out so much he would be in very deep slumber. She'd made some excuse to him that Aleks wanted to spend the day with him, that she'll take care of
everything in dauntless for the day.

She secured the cameras for the night, made sure the next leader in Erudite knew her part, and of course she had an alibi for that night.

Being with Aleks was an exhausting task, taking care of a two and a half year old was a challenge on itself. Aleks spoke a lot more now, but that meant they'll have to constantly translate his works to something with sense, and Aleks spoke a lot because he was being spoken to a lot.