«We Could Be Legends»

[Amer]

"If what you guys said about this stuff is true, that it will kill all, or at least most inhumans, I mean, there are a lot of inhumans...." Alice fell silent again, did she really have any right to be making suggestions? Every thing she had done up to this point had been the cause of all this. Starting with her sneaking Dyn out of the diner and then following Wolfram. If she'd just stayed out of it all, like her mom had told her to time and again, none of this would have happened. She glanced over at Camilla who still had Lachlan and Finlay with her. They were trying to sooth her but it didn't seem to be doing much. Alice didn't know why she couldn't cry anymore. She'd been sad enough earlier, now she just felt like her insides were an empty void, she wasn't happy or sad, just neutral and tired.

"Exactly. And I'm sure there is a lot more willing to fight back. We have more on our side. So are we just gonna let them kill everyone we know or not?" Indigo agreed.

 

[Rose Quartz]

"Exactly. And I'm sure there is a lot more willing to fight back. We have more on our side. So are we just gonna let them kill everyone we know or not?" Indigo agreed.

"Are you saying we ignore the thing in the bank and go murder all the people who want to use it? Wouldn't that just make more people think that inhumans are bad? And then we'd have to kill them..." Alice sighed loudly, why was she sticking up for the people who were ready and willing to kill her? She wanted to sit back down on the floor and sleep.

 

[Amer]

"Are you saying we ignore the thing in the bank and go murder all the people who want to use it? Wouldn't that just make more people think that inhumans are bad? And then we'd have to kill them..." Alice sighed loudly, why was she sticking up for the people who were ready and willing to kill her? She wanted to sit back down on the floor and sleep.

"It's just," Indigo dug her shoe into the carpet. "I'm attracted to you guys because you are the sons and daughters of heroes. Just imagine what you could do. You could carry a legacy, I mean, we could be legends when you think about it. My other reason..." I want to destroy everything my mother ever worked to build.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"It's just," Indigo dug her shoe into the carpet. "I'm attracted to you guys because you are the sons and daughters of heroes. Just imagine what you could do. You could carry a legacy, I mean, we could be legends when you think about it. My other reason..." I want to destroy everything my mother ever worked to build.

"You're attracted to us? Really? You make it sound like being the kids of those guys is a good thing. It's not." Toby said, his face blank. Even though there wasn't any emotion in his face, he looked dead inside.

 

[Amer]

"You're attracted to us? Really? You make it sound like being the kids of those guys is a good thing. It's not." Toby said, his face blank. Even though there wasn't any emotion in his face, he looked dead inside.

"Well, if that's what you think, I guess I have no reason to be here," Indigo whispered.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"Well, if that's what you think, I guess I have no reason to be here," Indigo whispered.

"What's that supposed to mean? All I said was that being kids of whatever their group was called isn't a good thing, at least for me." Toby said.

 

[Rose Quartz]

"It's just," Indigo dug her shoe into the carpet. "I'm attracted to you guys because you are the sons and daughters of heroes. Just imagine what you could do. You could carry a legacy, I mean, we could be legends when you think about it. My other reason..." I want to destroy everything my mother ever worked to build.

Alice squinted at her, heroes? Legends? She thought back to what her mom had said about what happened so long ago. She hadn't thought of herself as a hero, if anything she seemed to regret what she had done. So much so she never even told her kids what had really happened.

"You mean, legendary murderers? Killing bad guys doesn't make us good guys. It makes us slightly less bad guys than the ones who started it. But I guess we can't really do nothing."

 

[Amer]

Alice squinted at her, heroes? Legends? She thought back to what her mom had said about what happened so long ago. She hadn't thought of herself as a hero, if anything she seemed to regret what she had done. So much so she never even told her kids what had really happened.

"You mean, legendary murderers? Killing bad guys doesn't make us good guys. It makes us slightly less bad guys than the ones who started it. But I guess we can't really do nothing."

"Your parents, they..." Indigo decided not to say more. They killed too. (Where is a good River/Misty when I need her?)

 

[RiverStorm]

Bleddyn wasn't seeing anyone- to her, she wasn't even existing in this plane. A dark mass approached her from within the heart of the numbing mists and spoke in foreign, threatening tones. She shied away, stumbling toward where she remembered the door to be.
When she came to it, she frantically grabbed at the handle until the door yielded and she was freed. She pitched down the ornate stone stairs, simply getting back up and surging forward every time she fell.
Get away, get away, get away, get away, get away, get away.

And so she ran. Her feet followed a path only visible to her mind's eye. She was finding that everything she knew now seemed to locked away through transparent glass, still usable but not accessible. Though a part of her knew where she was going, she didn't really know at all.
When she came to her yard, she finally let herself fall. She crumpled into a shivering heap and shrank away into the turtleneck, her only cloak her from the world.

She was unaware of how much time had elapsed before strong arms unfurled her.
Connor pulled his daughter into his lap, his own arms shaky with fear at having seen her motionless at the edge of their lawn. He propped her head against his shoulder, cradling her like the breakable doll she'd become in the past- the fragile, terribly mortal little girl that he'd hoped would stay exclusive to his nightmares.
He swallowed hard when her eyes locked onto his; they were so horrifically devoid of recognition that they might've been mere holes in her head without a function. "Dyn. Dyn. What's wrong? Why are you out here?"
Ash came up alongside her husband and squatted beside her daughter. Her narrowed eyes probed her daughter's, but unlike her husband, she didn't flinch at the hollows that greeted her. Her hand came forward to gently trace the spreading purple that marred Bleddyn's chin, but she said nothing.

Bleddyn stared up at them both blankly, mouth soundlessly gaping and closing again like a fish deprived of its breath. She turned her face away into her father's chest, away from her mother's prying fingers. Her whole body shook soundlessly, as if Connor's hands were made of a substance so jarringly cold that one couldn't resist submitting to it.
She couldn't expose anyone else to the reality that was turning her own veins to ice and ripping tears in her lungs.

She couldn't possibly be the one to do this to her mother.

Ash stood up and exchanged a long glance with Connor. He slowly got to his feet, lifting his tortured daughter up with him into an involuntary bridal carry.
By silent agreement, they walked to his truck with urgency. Connor carefully climbed into the passenger's seat and handed his wife the keys. He pulled Bleddyn's legs in and arranged her on his lap, then shut the door. Seatbelts were completely insignificant to both adults.
Ash plunged the key in and turned over the ignition. After the electric blue Ram had roared to life, her fingers searched for her phone in the pockets of her sweater. When she found it, her hands were a blur of motion until a dialtone began playing.

She didn't give her hapless quarry the courtesy of a preparatory greeting.
“River, I think we need to talk, and not conveniently over the phone,” Ash growled in a dark monotone that had Connor shivering. Her foot threateningly danced over the gas pedal despite the fact that the truck was still facing the garage. “Where are you?”

Wolfram stood up, staring at the wildly swinging door. He winced as it slammed against the the wall, a loud bang crushing the silence. He quickly moved to the doorframe, eyes searching around for any trade of the fleeing teenager.
Nothing. It shocked him how fast she must have run in order to get away so quickly. He swallowed hard, flinching back as a gust of wind blew against his face, sending strands of raven black hair across his forehead. He stepped onto the flat slab of stone outside the door, a hand holding the doorknob. "Bleddyn!" He called, uselessly though as another gust of violent wind whipped threw, yanking the door from his grasp, yet again sending slamming against the wall. Deciding that following a blind path to find her was not the best idea, he stepped back inside.
"River she's gone. Not a trace of which path she took."

River didn't move as Bleddyn ran.
Couldn't? Wouldn't?
Who knew. Wolfram's voice sounded shallow and meaningless to her. It was starting to dawn on her. That this wasn't a joke, Tayn was... Dead. One of her best friends was just...
Gone.
As ringing reached her ears, she didn't do anything for a moment, considering letting it go unanswered, along with any hurtful questions. What if it's Zen? Or Thomas? Or Ash? She swallowed, finally pulling out her phone, peering down at it with tear filled eyes. Ash. "Actually, there is." She uttered to Wolfram, stumbling into the living room.
As soon as she answered and put the device to her head, an angry Ash barked through. "Ash..." Her voice croaked, hardly loud enough to hear. "I... No. Bleddyn went to you, right? Stay with her in your house. I'm sorry. I'm not telling you where I am though. If you have one ounce of smartness in that brain, listen to me. No."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

River didn't move as Bleddyn ran.
Couldn't? Wouldn't?
Who knew. Wolfram's voice sounded shallow and meaningless to her. It was starting to dawn on her. That this wasn't a joke, Tayn was... Dead. One of her best friends was just...
Gone.
As ringing reached her ears, she didn't do anything for a moment, considering letting it go unanswered, along with any hurtful questions. What if it's Zen? Or Thomas? Or Ash? She swallowed, finally pulling out her phone, peering down at it with tear filled eyes. Ash. "Actually, there is." She uttered to Wolfram, stumbling into the living room.
As soon as she answered and put the device to her head, an angry Ash barked through. "Ash..." Her voice croaked, hardly loud enough to hear. "I... No. Bleddyn went to you, right? Stay with her in your house. I'm sorry. I'm not telling you where I am though. If you have one ounce of smartness in that brain, listen to me. No."

Wolfram slammed the door shut, leaning against it. He let out a long sigh, his head hitting the glass window of the door painfully. He winced, clenching his jaw. I find her, just to loose her again.
This is my fault.
I caused this, because I decided to punch her it all led to this.
They're right, I am dangerous.
He slid down the door, sitting on the cold, hard floor.
I've got to stay away from her. It just leads to her getting injured more and more.
I don't want that for her.