«We Could Be Legends»

Bleddyn let herself be dragged along, not really registering that she was being forced somewhere against her will. She was so lost in her mind that her body had given up receiving function orders from an unresponsive control center and gone into ungoverned autopilot. Her fists still flew up mechanically whenever an individual in black approached, not often landing though- Indigo's hyperactive taser made sure of their maintained distance. Blood from her hairline streamed down her face in rivulets; she must've taken an unnoticed blow to her head at some point. No wonder- she'd been fighting senselessly with her bare hands to their proper weaponry and elite training.

Her allies had so many advantages compared to her; yet, oddly enough, she seemed the least wounded. She'd seen Toby harness some shadows and take out a good slew of guards out of the corner of her eye not too long ago and during this, a tear in his stomach had opened and bled out violently. Bleddyn hadn't even recalled hearing a shot ever hit its target, but what else could've done that to him?
Meanwhile, it'd been hard not to watch Wolfram being brought to his knees again by that tireless feline antagonist of his. The leering Mapleshade had appeared to wreathe poisoned words that caused him obvious torment for an unnecessary while before ultimately shoving his prone skull to the floor. He'd put up a good verbal and physical fight prior to her ultimatum move, but this had nulled it all. Even while being hammered in the face by her current attacker, Bleddyn had winced at the searing agony that the new-age DeVil had forced on his head.

"Why aren't any of us dead yet?" she muttered aloud, her distant voice warbling strangely. I need to know. I have to. "We're downing them without regard, and most of them have lethals too. Not like they're incapable of it. So why aren't they killing us?"
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"Yep, really. I was fourteen when I first stole moms car. I was doing good driving it until I crashed it into a telephone pole. She was so mad." Jessi said, laughing. "Nope, no real secret missions, unfortunately. What about you, have you ever stolen a car before?"
"Nope. Probably wouldn't get far, seeing as I can't drive." Grace said, "When you were 14? Wow. I'm 14 and I don't even know how to use the windshield wipers." There was slight admiration in her voice.
"Oh, full names. Camilla Darcy Fleur here." Camilla said, giving an amused smirk at his awkwardness.
"I'm Brisa Tress." Brisa introduced herself quietly, smiling. His discomfort was obvious and a little contagious.
"Oh. Well, hi." Peter said. He drummed his fingers on his legs and then stuck his hands into his hoodie pocket. He considered his chances of getting injured if he teleported out of the van to escape this horribly uncomfortable conversation.
 
"Nope. Probably wouldn't get far, seeing as I can't drive." Grace said, "When you were 14? Wow. I'm 14 and I don't even know how to use the windshield wipers." There was slight admiration in her voice.


"Oh. Well, hi." Peter said. He drummed his fingers on his legs and then stuck his hands into his hoodie pocket. He considered his chances of getting injured if he teleported out of the van to escape this horribly uncomfortable conversation.
"I think I've seen you before at school. You're in the fourteen year old classes, right?" Camilla said.
 
Bleddyn let herself be dragged along, not really registering that she was being forced somewhere against her will. She was so lost in her mind that her body had given up receiving function orders from an unresponsive control center and gone into ungoverned autopilot. Her fists still flew up mechanically whenever an individual in black approached, not often having the chance to land on enemy skin though- Indigo's hyperactive taser made sure of their maintained distance. Blood from her hairline streamed down her face in rivulets; she must've taken an unnoticed blow to her head at some point. No wonder- she'd been fighting senselessly with her bare hands to their proper weaponry and elite training.

Her allies had so many advantages compared to her; yet, oddly enough, she seemed the least wounded. Out of the corner of her eye, she'd seen Toby harness some shadows and take out a good slew of guards not too long ago and during this, a tear in his stomach had opened and bled out violently. Bleddyn hadn't even recalled hearing a shot ever hit its target, but what else could've done that to him?
Meanwhile, it'd been hard not to watch Wolfram being brought to his knees again by that tireless feline antagonist of his. The leering Mapleshade had appeared to wreathe poisoned words that caused him obvious torment for an unnecessary while before ultimately shoving his prone skull to the floor. He'd put up a good verbal and physical fight prior to her ultimatum move, but this had nulled it all. Even while being hammered in the face by her current attacker, Bleddyn had winced at the searing agony that the new-age DeVil had forced on his head.

"Why aren't any of us dead yet?" she muttered aloud, her distant voice warbling strangely. I need to know. I have to. "We're downing them without regard, and most of them have lethals too. Not like they're incapable of it. So why aren't they killing us?"

"That's a good question, but us characters do not question the grace of our creators, Indigo grunted as she somehow dodged a bullet. "Something tells me they still think I'm pretty."

"Does everything have to be about your prettiness? Don't get me wrong, you are hot, but that doesn't mean everything is about your appearance." Toby snapped at Indigo. He didn't know what he was saying, the blood loss was making his brain fuzzy. As they went up the stairs, Toby had one hand on Bleddyn's arm, and the other one on the wall.
 
"Nope. Probably wouldn't get far, seeing as I can't drive." Grace said, "When you were 14? Wow. I'm 14 and I don't even know how to use the windshield wipers." There was slight admiration in her voice.


"Oh. Well, hi." Peter said. He drummed his fingers on his legs and then stuck his hands into his hoodie pocket. He considered his chances of getting injured if he teleported out of the van to escape this horribly uncomfortable conversation.

"Yep, fourteen. One of the benifits of not having parents around. And it's not like Toby could stop me, even if he wanted to. By the time I was eight I was taller than him." She said and smiled. "We should get there in around ten more minutes. You okay Peter? You look like you're about to panic."
 
"I think I've seen you before at school. You're in the fourteen year old classes, right?" Camilla said.
"You.. you mean freshmen? Yeah. I mean, I am." Peter said quickly. He probably had seen her at some point, but as far as he knew she wasn't in one of his classes.
"Yep, fourteen. One of the benifits of not having parents around. And it's not like Toby could stop me, even if he wanted to. By the time I was eight I was taller than him." She said and smiled. "We should get there in around ten more minutes. You okay Peter? You look like you're about to panic."
"Yeah. My parents- Peter?" Grace twisted around to stare at him.
"What?" Peter looked up. "I'm.. I'm fine." He felt his face flush with embarrassment. Did she really have to point that out?
 
"You.. you mean freshmen? Yeah. I mean, I am." Peter said quickly. He probably had seen her at some point, but as far as he knew she wasn't in one of his classes.

"Yeah. My parents- Peter?" Grace twisted around to stare at him.
"What?" Peter looked up. "I'm.. I'm fine." He felt his face flush with embarrassment. Did she really have to point that out?

Jessi glanced at Peter. "You sure? You look a little ill."
 
Bleddyn let herself be dragged along, not really registering that she was being forced somewhere against her will. She was so lost in her mind that her body had given up receiving function orders from an unresponsive control center and gone into ungoverned autopilot. Her fists still flew up mechanically whenever an individual in black approached, not often having the chance to land on enemy skin though- Indigo's hyperactive taser made sure of their maintained distance. Blood from her hairline streamed down her face in rivulets; she must've taken an unnoticed blow to her head at some point. No wonder- she'd been fighting senselessly with her bare hands to their proper weaponry and elite training.

Her allies had so many advantages compared to her; yet, oddly enough, she seemed the least wounded. Out of the corner of her eye, she'd seen Toby harness some shadows and take out a good slew of guards not too long ago and during this, a tear in his stomach had opened and bled out violently. Bleddyn hadn't even recalled hearing a shot ever hit its target, but what else could've done that to him?
Meanwhile, it'd been hard not to watch Wolfram being brought to his knees again by that tireless feline antagonist of his. The leering Mapleshade had appeared to wreathe poisoned words that caused him obvious torment for an unnecessary while before ultimately shoving his prone skull to the floor. He'd put up a good verbal and physical fight prior to her ultimatum move, but this had nulled it all. Even while being hammered in the face by her current attacker, Bleddyn had winced at the searing agony that the new-age DeVil had forced on his head.

"Why aren't any of us dead yet?" she muttered aloud, her distant voice warbling strangely. I need to know. I have to. "We're downing them without regard, and most of them have lethals too. Not like they're incapable of it. So why aren't they killing us?"
"We wouldn't want you dead just yet."A silky soft hiss whispered in Bleddyn's ear, in moments someone forcefully grabbed the teenagers wrists, forcing them behind her back. Holding Bleddyn's wrists in one hand, Mapleshade snapped open a knife, holding it at Bleddyn's throat."That is, Not until now."

Wolfram struggled to stay upright, gasping for a breath, each gasp of air felt like thorn's stabbing him. He blinked rabidly to rid of sleep, even though his body pleaded to allow him to fall into the depths of complete darkness. Only dimly away of the blood running down his face and arm, he blinked away darkness, looking up. What he saw through, horrified him. Mapleshade behind Bleddyn, one arm hooked around Bleddyn's throat, holding a glittering, freshly sharpened knife, the older female's eyes glittering with a murderious glare of hatred."Stop, You let her go."He snarled, trying to sound as menacing as possible as he forced himself upright and forward.

A low chuckle echoed in Mapleshade's throat."Oh, Kittyboy. You never give up, do you? Are you so weak you mistake your pretty crush for your lying ex?"She hissed, her voice calm as ever."You're in no shape to stop me, I should just kill her right on the spot, really. But actually, I can get what I want with her."

"Give me the key.
And admit you have a crush on her, you pathetic fool."
 
"We wouldn't want you dead just yet."A silky soft hiss whispered in Bleddyn's ear, in moments someone forcefully grabbed the teenagers wrists, forcing them behind her back. Holding Bleddyn's wrists in one hand, Mapleshade snapped open a knife, holding it at Bleddyn's throat."That is, Not until now."

Wolfram struggled to stay upright, gasping for a breath, each gasp of air felt like thorn's stabbing him. He blinked rabidly to rid of sleep, even though his body pleaded to allow him to fall into the depths of complete darkness. Only dimly away of the blood running down his face and arm, he blinked away darkness, looking up. What he saw through, horrified him. Mapleshade behind Bleddyn, one arm hooked around Bleddyn's throat, holding a glittering, freshly sharpened knife, the older female's eyes glittering with a murderious glare of hatred."Stop, You let her go."He snarled, trying to sound as menacing as possible as he forced himself upright and forward.

A low chuckle echoed in Mapleshade's throat."Oh, Kittyboy. You never give up, do you? Are you so weak you mistake your pretty crush for your lying ex?"She hissed, her voice calm as ever."You're in no shape to stop me, I should just kill her right on the spot, really. But actually, I can get what I want with her."

"Give me the key.
And admit you have a crush on her, you pathetic fool."

Toby turned around when Bleddyn's arm was pulled out of his hands. He saw Mapleshade, and raised his gun, pointing it at her head. "Let her go." He said with as much strength as he could muster. Within five more minutes of bleeding he knew he was probably going to pass out. Toby glared at Mapleshade. "What's so important about a key that you will kidnap people for it? Ever heard of a locksmith?" He asked. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel a dark energy swirling around, begging to be released. He didn't let it out, but he also didn't try to lock it away. It could be useful if she tried to attack.
 
Toby turned around when Bleddyn's arm was pulled out of his hands. He saw Mapleshade, and raised his gun, pointing it at her head. "Let her go." He said with as much strength as he could muster. Within five more minutes of bleeding he knew he was probably going to pass out. Toby glared at Mapleshade. "What's so important about a key that you will kidnap people for it? Ever heard of a locksmith?" He asked. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel a dark energy swirling around, begging to be released. He didn't let it out, but he also didn't try to lock it away. It could be useful if she tried to attack.
"Child, you pull that trigger, she also dies."Mapleshade growled, tightening her grip on Bleddyn.

"D-don't do it...Dont do it, Toby!"Wolfram hissed, struggling to stay standing. His head fel like someone was repeatedly hitting him over the skull. He wanted Mapleshade dead but...Mapleshade stuck to her word. If she died, she would do anything in her last moments to make sure Bleddyn was killed as well.
 

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