«We Could Be Legends»

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."
Bleddyn shifted away from River's voice as it drifted from the phone's speaker and she uttered a choking whimper into her father's shirt. Connor ran his hand over her hair soothingly, halting when his fingers caught on a abnormal ridge. He moved strands of veiling blonde aside until he'd revealed a fresh cut that ran half the length of her skull. Biting down on his lip, he elbowed his wife to note his discovery.
"Listen." With River's audible distress violently compelling her suspicion, Ash's voice became noticeably firmer. Her brow lowered hard over her eyes and her tightening grip on the steering wheel had her knuckles turning stark white. She didn't even shift her resolute glare to her husband when he beckoned her. "I want to know why my daughter can't talk to me. I also want to know a lot of other things. Tell me where you are right now."
 
"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.
“As much as I want to be proud of my mom’s actions, I-I have mixed feelings. I mean, she saved a lot of people, they all did, but also, do you see any Inhumans at the top of their classes in school, no matter how smart they are? All I see are them being-“ she took a deep breath and rubbed the back of her hand in a nervous gesture-“bullied.” She finished, her voice shaking a little.
She glanced up at the sound of her teacher’s voice calling her name. She was 14, in her second week of high school. “Come here.” Her teachers voice had a strange tint of glee to it. Brisa stood and headed to the front of the class, turning to face it, her shy self quaking. “Now. Answer this question.” She pointed to the board behind her. Brisa studied it for a while, painfully aware of the silence behind her. Not wanting to seem stupid even though she hadn’t ever seen a problem like that and had never been good at math anyway, she took a marker and attempted to finish it, got lost halfway through, and ended up turning back to the teacher with tears brimming in her eyes, the classes’ quiet laughter burning her like open flame. “Just kidding!” Her teacher’s smile was mocking and cruel. “We haven’t learned that yet. We’ll learn that next year.” The last part was quiet and filled with venom. “You may return to your seat, Strange.” But not quiet enough to not be heard by the kids in the front row. Her tears fell as she returned to her seat, doing her best to hide them. So she became Strange. No one bothered to learn her real name, and those who had soon forgot it. And this happened again and again until the memories stacked up into one never ending one. It had happened last Friday too.
She was shocked out of her memory when the door slammed behind Bleddyn.
 
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“As much as I want to be proud of my mom’s actions, I-I have mixed feelings. I mean, she saved a lot of people, they all did, but also, do you see any Inhumans at the top of their classes in school, no matter how smart they are? All I see are them being-“ she took a deep breath and rubbed the back of her hand in a nervous gesture-“bullied.” She finished, her voice shaking a little.
She glanced up at the sound of her teacher’s voice calling her name. She was 14, in her second week of high school. “Come here.” Her teachers voice had a strange tint of glee to it. Brisa stood and headed to the front of the class, turning to face it, her shy self quaking. “Now. Answer this question.” She pointed to the board behind her. Brisa studied it for a while, painfully aware of the silence behind her. Not wanting to seem stupid even though she hadn’t ever seen a problem like that and had never been good at math anyway, she took a marker and attempted to finish it, got lost halfway through, and ended up turning back to the teacher with tears brimming in her eyes, the classes’ quiet laughter burning her like open flame. “Just kidding!” Her teacher’s smile was mocking and cruel. “We haven’t learned that yet. We’ll learn that next year.” The last part was quiet and filled with venom. “You may return to your seat, Strange.” But not quiet enough to not be heard by the kids in the front row. Her tears fell as she returned to her seat, doing her best to hide them. So she became Strange. No one bothered to learn her real name, and those who had soon forgot it. And this happened again and again until the memories stacked up into one never ending one. It had happened last Friday too.
She was shocked out of her memory when the door slammed behind Bleddyn.
(Sorry for the weird italics over the entire post, I’m on my phone and it’s not letting me select only part of it :()

Toby turned to look at Brisa. "Exactly! Because of my parents-and of course many, many other reasons-I became best friends with the trash can and toilet. Man that was random." He said.
 
“As much as I want to be proud of my mom’s actions, I-I have mixed feelings. I mean, she saved a lot of people, they all did, but also, do you see any Inhumans at the top of their classes in school, no matter how smart they are? All I see are them being-“ she took a deep breath and rubbed the back of her hand in a nervous gesture-“bullied.” She finished, her voice shaking a little.
She glanced up at the sound of her teacher’s voice calling her name. She was 14, in her second week of high school. “Come here.” Her teachers voice had a strange tint of glee to it. Brisa stood and headed to the front of the class, turning to face it, her shy self quaking. “Now. Answer this question.” She pointed to the board behind her. Brisa studied it for a while, painfully aware of the silence behind her. Not wanting to seem stupid even though she hadn’t ever seen a problem like that and had never been good at math anyway, she took a marker and attempted to finish it, got lost halfway through, and ended up turning back to the teacher with tears brimming in her eyes, the classes’ quiet laughter burning her like open flame. “Just kidding!” Her teacher’s smile was mocking and cruel. “We haven’t learned that yet. We’ll learn that next year.” The last part was quiet and filled with venom. “You may return to your seat, Strange.” But not quiet enough to not be heard by the kids in the front row. Her tears fell as she returned to her seat, doing her best to hide them. So she became Strange. No one bothered to learn her real name, and those who had soon forgot it. And this happened again and again until the memories stacked up into one never ending one. It had happened last Friday too.
She was shocked out of her memory when the door slammed behind Bleddyn.
(Sorry for the weird italics over the entire post, I’m on my phone and it’s not letting me select only part of it :()
Wolfram buried his head in his hands, clenching his hair in one hand, barely hearing any of the conversation after Bleddyn left. He let out a agitated growl, looking up sharply. His gaze drifted over to Brisa, his eyes narrowing as he studied her distraught face. "You ok?" He asked quietly.
 
Bleddyn shifted away from River's voice as it drifted from the phone's speaker and she uttered a choking whimper into her father's shirt. Connor ran his hand over her hair soothingly, halting when his fingers caught on a abnormal ridge. He moved strands of veiling blonde aside until he'd revealed a fresh cut that ran half the length of her skull. Biting down on his lip, he elbowed his wife to note his discovery.
"Listen." With River's audible distress violently compelling her suspicion, Ash's voice became noticeably firmer. Her brow lowered hard over her eyes and her tightening grip on the steering wheel had her knuckles turning stark white. She didn't even shift her resolute glare to her husband when he beckoned her. "I want to know why my daughter can't talk to me. I also want to know a lot of other things. Tell me where you are right now."
"No! You listen, Ash, you'll make things worse." River snarled, mentally wincing as Camilla's cries slid through the phone also. "You need to just comfort your daughter, and let her explain. I... Have other problems right now." She growled, letting her gaze wander to the kitchen, where the numerous teenagers were freaking out. "I don't have answers, I need answers. And you coming here will make it harder to find out." She suddenly yanked the phone from her face, hitting the end call button.
 
Toby turned to look at Brisa. "Exactly! Because of my parents-and of course many, many other reasons-I became best friends with the trash can and toilet. Man that was random." He said.
Wolfram buried his head in his hands, clenching his hair in one hand, barely hearing any of the conversation after Bleddyn left. He let out a agitated growl, looking up sharply. His gaze drifted over to Brisa, his eyes narrowing as he studied her distraught face. "You ok?" He asked quietly.
She nodded quickly, the pain in her eyes fading a bit as she took a deep, trembling breath. “Same.” She responded quietly to Toby, attempting a smile.
 
She nodded quickly, the pain in her eyes fading a bit as she took a deep, trembling breath. “Same.” She responded quietly to Toby, attempting a smile.
Wolfram frowned, not believing her entirely. But he didn't push her, just sighed softly.
 
She nodded quickly, the pain in her eyes fading a bit as she took a deep, trembling breath. “Same.” She responded quietly to Toby, attempting a smile.

Toby smiled back at her and wander into the living room, looking for Alpha.
Jessi pulled out her phone. She was going to call Jenna and tell her what happened. "I'm going to call mom, maybe she can help us." She said.
 
*5pm*

Frankie sat at his desk filling out paperwork, trying to connect everything that had happened over the last few days. Some how a bunch of teenagers had been dragged into something that was bigger than he imagined it could be.

The kids that had been taken from River Loson's house, were friends of Sherri, they must have been the same kids that had been at the park the day before, where he had first met her. He sighed, River was a she-wolf and could have been the one he spotted leaving the tunnel. He clicked up the info he had available to him on the computer, River had been arrested before under suspicion of murder. The charges had been dropped with no explanation put in the file but both her and her family had been fully described along with photos of them. A list of associated inhumans were named in her file, all people she had been associated in the so called "heroes" group. He clicked away to look at a few others, again Names, descriptions, inhuman abilities, and pictures of both the person and their children.

He frowned at the screen, why was there so much information on people who had been quiet for 20 or so years? And their children, they seemed to be their most recent school photos, why would the police need to know what their children looked like? He took a deep breath and puffed out his cheeks slowly breathing it out before chewing at his lip. So far he hadn't seen anyone he recognized from the day before.

River's brother, he clicked on Thomas about ready to give up on any of it this actually connecting. Another picture popped up he looked normal enough. Nothing of note in his file really. He had two daughters, Camilla, and... He recognized the other, Alice, as the girl who had been hiding in the corner of the little shop at the park. No known powers. That was strange normally a child of an inhuman would have powers as well. Maybe she was good at hiding it or it was possible her mother was a normal human. He clicked on the name of their mother Tayn another name that had been on River's description. She was inhuman too.

His radio, fizzed to life and read out the same address as what he was reading on his screen, a home invasion. He wasn't supposed to be on the road his shift was almost over. But two people who know each other, who were related to each other, having their homes broken into back to back, that wasn't just a coincidence. Frankie jumped up and grabbed his jacket off the back of his seat.

Frankie left Rudy behind, he was most likely in the break room sipping a coffee as slowly as he could to avoid the paperwork. He'd probably have to come back later and actually finish what ever was left.

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*5:30pm*

Frankie stepped under the yellow police tape, flashing his badge to the nearest officer that was in charge of keeping people out. The heavy rain clouds blocked out what was left of the sunlight, making it unusually dark even for this time of year. The house flickered blue and red in the light from the emergency vehicles.

He stepped inside expecting it to be a disaster, it was stranger than that. Through the entry was an eerily tidy kitchen. A black cell phone sitting on the island counter top being the only thing that looked out of place. To his left was the doorway to the living room, where shattered dishes had been piled up. Had the intruders swept before they left? Why would they do that? He walked over and peered into the living room, books had been ripped from their shelves and were strewn across the floor, a lamp leaned haphazardly against a wall it's bulb shattered. The couch cushions were tossed across the room too. It looked like someone had been looking for something. He stepped back his feet crunching on the broken glass. He could hear voices upstairs, he slowly walked to the back of the kitchen where the stairs were glancing into the other rooms off to the right a dining area that had been converted into an office, was also torn apart.

Bits of broken glass were stuck in the carpet of the stairs, someone had walked through the broken dishes before going up the steps. He went up careful not to touch anything. There was an open area around the top of the stairs, with four doors, likely going leading to bedrooms. He walked to the furthest door where there were two officers talking.

"Hey." He said as he approached, letting them know he was there. They both stopped talking to look at him.

"Hey." The darker skinned officer answered. His brow twitching down as he studied Frankie's face. "Were you called in?"

"Uh, no." Frankie said awkwardly. "I'm working on a related case. What happened here?"

The two men exchanged glances before moving away from the door the same man gesturing for him to go inside. Frankie stepped forward and peered around the door frame. His heart sank as his eyes fell to the woman laying on the floor in a pool of her own blood.

"Maybe you know who she is? We need to notify family before word starts getting around."

"Y-yeah. I do. That's Tayn Fleur. What's with the dishes? Did you guys do that?" He asked.

"No, everything is how we found it. You said you were working a related case?"

"Her sister in laws house was broken into yesterday, and some kids were kidnapped. No one died though. One of the parents said the kidnappers were part of a group called the Pure. Ever heard of them?" Frankie asked finally turning away from the doorway.

"Nope." The older officer sighed, "There's more." He said pointing up the hallway to another door. Frankie frowned worriedly at the other officer who to this point hadn't said a word to him. Then nervously up the hallway to the partially open door that glowed from the light behind it.

He walked over and pushed the door open with an elbow, it looked like a normal teenagers bedroom aside from a few things that stood out. The clothes strewn across the floor were normal. The body laying on top was not. He took a choppy breath in. Both parents. What had these kids gotten their hands on?

"You recognize him too?"

"Yeah, it's her husband. Thomas Fleur. It's his sisters house that was broken into yesterday. River, uh, Loson. Has anyone notified next of kin yet?" Frankie responded trying to remain detached.

"Not yet."

Frankie nodded stepping away from the room. "Looks like he put up a fight. Do you know if their kids were home when it happened?"

The officer shook his head, "Don't know, they aren't here now." Frankie nodded.

"So we could be dealing with a kidnapping. I'll try to track down his sister and see if she knows where they are." He said, and headed down the stairs. He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked up the contact info for River.
 
"No! You listen, Ash, you'll make things worse." River snarled, mentally wincing as Camilla's cries slid through the phone also. "You need to just comfort your daughter, and let her explain. I... Have other problems right now." She growled, letting her gaze wander to the kitchen, where the numerous teenagers were freaking out. "I don't have answers, I need answers. And you coming here will make it harder to find out." She suddenly yanked the phone from her face, hitting the end call button.
*ring ring*
 

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