«We Could Be Legends»

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram forced himself closer to the corner between the wood door and the wall, shivering from...well, he wasn't exactly sure why he was shivering. He folded his arms across his lap, wishing he had a sweatshirt, or even a long sleeve shirt, and not a tattered, blood stained t-shirt. He sighed softly, his eyes flickering shut as he hearing subconsciously reached out.
Playful screeching laughter of kids playing in the rain echoed in his ears. He flinched, his eyes flickering beneath his lids. A girl calling her dog echoed a bit father away, and the dogs excited barking echoed even farther away. And then, the screech of tires and a truck accelerating very quickly. It couldn't have been very far away, because when his eyes flickered open for half a heartbeat he saw Scorch's ears prick up curiously.
Sure, the truck could have been a idiot speeding, but his mind drifted into scarier thoughts. Thoughts that it was two worried parents driving their bruised, battered and wounded daughter to get help.
He shuttered, a subconscious whimper escaped his lips as his thoughts drifted to Bleddyn unconsciously laying in his arms after the right in the part.
He swallowed hard, his eyes snapping open at he heard a soft whimper and then a cold touch to his arm. He looked next to him, and was met by Peterson's face, the beagles brown eyes wide.

Wolfram sighed softly, lifting his arm, drawing his fingers over the dogs brown, black and white fur. "Sorry buddy. Glad someone's worried about me though." He chuckled softly, lifting the small dog into his lap. Peterson let out a soft yip, nuzzling his head against Wolfram's chest.
A small smile crept across Wolfram's face, and he drew his hand over the dogs head. "Good boy. You're such a good dog, you know that?" He said softly, although Peterson only gave him a quick glance. "Of course, you don't know what I'm saying. You're a dog after all. Now I'm just talking to myself. I must really be going insane. Not surprised though, I would have thought I would have gone insane way before this. And there I go again, I really am insane." He muttered softly. "Not that you care." Wolfram mumbled. Peterson let out a soft whimper, looking up at Wolfram, his head cocked to one side. What's the matter? Why do you seem so sad? The dog's eyes seemed to say. "I'm worried about Bleddyn, that's all." He muttered, his face twitched into a frown. "I feel so guilty for punching her. I hate myself even more for hurting her. Everyone would probably taunt me for caring about her when she's shown pretty much nothing but hate towards me, when they actually try to help. But what I say to that? Screw them. There's just something about her...Not that you would know, you're a dog. But she just has something about her, different I guess. Not in a bad way either, I just can't pinpoint what it is..." He sighed, his gaze flittering over to Alice. He swallowed hard, looking away quickly. "How can she just sit there like that?! Her mom just frigging died! She probably doesn't care about her. Whatever. I won't waste my time dwelling on her. I'm going insane, I'm literally talking to myself." His eyes darkened, drifting into his thoughts silently.

'Dyn just listen to me, will you? We need to get out of here now. It's not safe!' Wolfram snarled, grabbing onto her hand. 'Please, Bleddyn!' He begged. 'We have to wait Wolf. She's around here somewhere...we'll wait for her. Attack when she doesn't expect it.' Bleddyn replied simply. He swallowed hard, the metal walls of the dark tunnel seeming to close around him tightly. Then, out of no where a ear splitting bang, and then a screech ripped through. Bleddyn fell at his feet, blood spattering the ground. 'Bleddyn!'

He jerked out of his thoughts, breaking out in a cold sweat. His breathing increased rapidly, hands holding Peterson tightly. His eyes went wide, and he could feel his heart ramming in his chest. Where had that come from? He had never had a thought so vivid and dark it felt like a nightmare. Bleddyn's shriek echoed in his ears, chilling him to the bone.

Connor nearly ripped the brake out of its socket while he forcing his truck to a squealing stop before the grand white house that he recalled just enough to have located without too many hiccups.

Ash didn't spare him a single snippet of grateful or even forewarning conversation before she flung open her door and practically flew up the stone steps.

Connor heaved another weighty sigh as he watched his wife storm up the stairs. He turned the key and killed the engine, then turned to his unresponsive daughter. "Dyn, you alright to come? I have a feeling your mother is going to want you around."

Bleddyn squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment, reveling in these last precious moments she had of her mother's ignorance.
She knew her period of convenient denial was over.
Eyes screaming resistance to being cruelly reopened, she swallowed hard and gave him a quick nod.

Connor reached back and gave her nearest hand a squeeze. "Thanks for being my brave girl."

Bleddyn looked at his hand for a long moment, then stole hers away and slid out her door onto the pavement.
Her system still suffering from the deep freeze of shock, she wobbled unsteadily, then began the aching trek up the front stairs in her mother's wake.

Having found the front door unlocked, Ash marched right inside and was immediately assaulted by a scene tumultuous enough to have come right out of a televised drama.
Eyes widening from the unbearable immensity of it all, she dodged out of harm's way as Misty was hammered in the face by some raging kid that she'd never before seen in her life. Countless other familiar teens clustered the foyer, and not a one seemed the least bit calm.
Alright, this is interesting for sure.
So, finding all other options pretty much voided by the violent din, she took to the nearest couch and blared her fuming demand for attention from atop it.
"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!"

 

[RiverStorm]

Connor nearly ripped the brake out of its socket while he forcing his truck to a squealing stop before the grand white house that he recalled just enough to have located without too many hiccups.

Ash didn't spare him a single snippet of grateful or even forewarning conversation before she flung open her door and practically flew up the stone steps.

Connor heaved another weighty sigh as he watched his wife storm up the stairs. He turned the key and killed the engine, then turned to his unresponsive daughter. "Dyn, you alright to come? I have a feeling your mother is going to want you around."

Bleddyn squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment, reveling in these last precious moments she had of her mother's ignorance.
She knew her period of convenient denial was over.
Eyes screaming resistance to being cruelly reopened, she swallowed hard and gave him a quick nod.

Connor reached back and gave her nearest hand a squeeze. "Thanks for being my brave girl."

Bleddyn looked at his hand for a long moment, then stole hers away and slid out her door onto the pavement.
Her system still suffering from the deep freeze of shock, she wobbled unsteadily, then began the aching trek up the front stairs in her mother's wake.

Having found the front door unlocked, Ash marched right inside and was immediately assaulted by a scene tumultuous enough to have come right out of a televised drama.
Eyes widening from the unbearable immensity of it all, she dodged out of harm's way as Misty was hammered in the face by some raging kid that she'd never before seen in her life. Countless other familiar teens clustered the foyer, and not a one seemed the least bit calm.
Alright, this is interesting for sure.
So, finding all other options pretty much voided by the violent din, she took to the nearest couch and blared her fuming demand for attention from atop it.
"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!"

Lachlan, Finlay, Camilla, and River all died because I'll respond to this later.

 

[Thing2]

Misty ignored her nephew and continued to bend Indigos wrist, a malicious smirk creeping over her lips. She fell but immediately got back to her feet and glared down at Wolfram, her hand still on Indigos. Hundreds of ways to kill him ran through her mind at a blinding speed and she ignored them all.
She stomped down on his foot as hard as she could. Bringing her face closer to his she looked him in the eyes, hers burning with malice that has never burned before.
"Maybe you dont fear Misty." she murmured, her voice switching between her normal voice and a demented one

"But maybe you'll fear the demons inside of her"

Nothing was going to reach her and Zion knew it. He looked at his sister and saw the fear in her eyes, and thats what lead him to do something that he would have never attempted in his life. All in a split second Zion wrenched his mothers hand from Indigos wrist and he slammed his fist into her face just like she did to Wolfram.

Brisa backed away from Misty as Zion attacked her, drawing in a sharp breath. She had never seen her like this. But then neither had anyone else, it seemed. “Why can’t you all stop fighting? You aren’t helping anything! Everyone, just get over your wounded pride and start being useful!” She said, meeting Misty’s eyes as she finished.

(Okay, see you soon.)

(ima bbl my aunts are here)

 

[Rose Quartz]

Lachlan, Finlay, Camilla, and River all died because I'll respond to this later.

(.... )

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Misty ignored her nephew and continued to bend Indigos wrist, a malicious smirk creeping over her lips. She fell but immediately got back to her feet and glared down at Wolfram, her hand still on Indigos. Hundreds of ways to kill him ran through her mind at a blinding speed and she ignored them all.
She stomped down on his foot as hard as she could. Bringing her face closer to his she looked him in the eyes, hers burning with malice that has never burned before.
"Maybe you dont fear Misty." she murmured, her voice switching between her normal voice and a demented one

"But maybe you'll fear the demons inside of her"

Nothing was going to reach her and Zion knew it. He looked at his sister and saw the fear in her eyes, and thats what lead him to do something that he would have never attempted in his life. All in a split second Zion wrenched his mothers hand from Indigos wrist and he slammed his fist into her face just like she did to Wolfram.

Connor nearly ripped the brake out of its socket while he forcing his truck to a squealing stop before the grand white house that he recalled just enough to have located without too many hiccups.

Ash didn't spare him a single snippet of grateful or even forewarning conversation before she flung open her door and practically flew up the stone steps.

Connor heaved another weighty sigh as he watched his wife storm up the stairs. He turned the key and killed the engine, then turned to his unresponsive daughter. "Dyn, you alright to come? I have a feeling your mother is going to want you around."

Bleddyn squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment, reveling in these last precious moments she had of her mother's ignorance.
She knew her period of convenient denial was over.
Eyes screaming resistance to being cruelly reopened, she swallowed hard and gave him a quick nod.

Connor reached back and gave her nearest hand a squeeze. "Thanks for being my brave girl."

Bleddyn looked at his hand for a long moment, then stole hers away and slid out her door onto the pavement.
Her system still suffering from the deep freeze of shock, she wobbled unsteadily, then began the aching trek up the front stairs in her mother's wake.

Having found the front door unlocked, Ash marched right inside and was immediately assaulted by a scene tumultuous enough to have come right out of a televised drama.
Eyes widening from the unbearable immensity of it all, she dodged out of harm's way as Misty was hammered in the face by some raging kid that she'd never before seen in her life. Countless other familiar teens clustered the foyer, and not a one seemed the least bit calm.
Alright, this is interesting for sure.
So, finding all other options pretty much voided by the violent din, she took to the nearest couch and blared her fuming demand for attention from atop it.
"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!"

Wolfram back away from Misty, about to snarl a snapping retort, when everything happened in a heartbeat. He looked away from Misty, and to the door. A chestnut blonde woman was standing there, obviously agitated and if voices could kill her's probably would. But behind her...was a certain golden blonde with bright blue eyes. He swallowed hard, looking awkward. "B-Bleddyn? Uhmmmm." He retreated further back into the kitchen, eyes darkening with guilt.

 

[Amer]

Connor nearly ripped the brake out of its socket while he forcing his truck to a squealing stop before the grand white house that he recalled just enough to have located without too many hiccups.

Ash didn't spare him a single snippet of grateful or even forewarning conversation before she flung open her door and practically flew up the stone steps.

Connor heaved another weighty sigh as he watched his wife storm up the stairs. He turned the key and killed the engine, then turned to his unresponsive daughter. "Dyn, you alright to come? I have a feeling your mother is going to want you around."

Bleddyn squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment, reveling in these last precious moments she had of her mother's ignorance.
She knew her period of convenient denial was over.
Eyes screaming resistance to being cruelly reopened, she swallowed hard and gave him a quick nod.

Connor reached back and gave her nearest hand a squeeze. "Thanks for being my brave girl."

Bleddyn looked at his hand for a long moment, then stole hers away and slid out her door onto the pavement.
Her system still suffering from the deep freeze of shock, she wobbled unsteadily, then began the aching trek up the front stairs in her mother's wake.

Having found the front door unlocked, Ash marched right inside and was immediately assaulted by a scene tumultuous enough to have come right out of a televised drama.
Eyes widening from the unbearable immensity of it all, she dodged out of harm's way as Misty was hammered in the face by some raging kid that she'd never before seen in her life. Countless other familiar teens clustered the foyer, and not a one seemed the least bit calm.
Alright, this is interesting for sure.
So, finding all other options pretty much voided by the violent din, she took to the nearest couch and blared her fuming demand for attention from atop it.
"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!"

Indigo shrugged and stared daggers at Misty. "Tell them... why are you attacking the children?"

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram back away from Misty, about to snarl a snapping retort, when everything happened in a heartbeat. He looked away from Misty, and to the door. A chestnut blonde woman was standing there, obviously agitated and if voices could kill her's probably would. But behind her...was a certain golden blonde with bright blue eyes. He swallowed hard, looking awkward. "B-Bleddyn? Uhmmmm." He retreated further back into the kitchen, eyes darkening with guilt.

Connor cautiously jogged up the stairs and came up behind Bleddyn, about to coax her forward. Having noticed the commotion, he halted just outside the door warily for a safe while and took his time with coming inside.
Bleddyn let herself be maneuvered through the door, about as complacent as some lost plaything.
Though Connor towered above everyone else in the room, his wife easily topped him for most imposing presence. Trying hard to avoid focusing on Misty and her blatantanly dangerous state of mind that he'd immediately noticed, he let his eyes wander around the anarchic room with a kind of apprehensive awe.

Indigo shrugged and stared daggers at Misty. "Tell them... why are you attacking the children?"

"Actually, no, for starters, you tell me exactly who you are," Ash corrected sharply, getting down from the couch and standing on her toes to get right in the tall woman's face. "Maybe I can start there to gather a better understanding of what exactly has transpired among you all over the past two days while I somehow have developed completely blind eyes and deaf ears."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Indigo shrugged and stared daggers at Misty. "Tell them... why are you attacking the children?"

Toby smirked. He had a point, and her ignoring him proved she knew it. "You ignoring me proves I have a point, you just don't want to admit it." He said.

 

[Amer]

Connor cautiously jogged up the stairs and came up behind Bleddyn, about to coax her forward. Having noticed the commotion, he halted just outside the door warily for a safe while and took his time with coming inside.
Bleddyn let herself be maneuvered through the door, about as complacent as some lost plaything.
Though Connor towered above everyone else in the room, his wife easily topped him for most imposing presence. Trying hard to avoid focusing on Misty and her blatantanly dangerous state of mind that he'd immediately noticed, he let his eyes wander around the anarchic room with a kind of apprehensive awe.


"Actually, no, for starters, you tell me exactly who you are," Ash corrected sharply, getting down from the couch and standing on her toes to get right in the tall woman's face. "Maybe I can start there to gather a better understanding of what exactly has transpired among you all over the past two days while I somehow have developed completely blind eyes and deaf ears."

"I'm sorry m'am, I got involved in... ugh, mistake. As your child was kidnapped, some of the people in this room required assistance locating her. And now I'm all wrapped up in this," Indigo spoke slowly and carefully, like stepping over pins barefoot.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Connor cautiously jogged up the stairs and came up behind Bleddyn, about to coax her forward. Having noticed the commotion, he halted just outside the door warily for a safe while and took his time with coming inside.
Bleddyn let herself be maneuvered through the door, about as complacent as some lost plaything.
Though Connor towered above everyone else in the room, his wife easily topped him for most imposing presence. Trying hard to avoid focusing on Misty and her blatantanly dangerous state of mind that he'd immediately noticed, he let his eyes wander around the anarchic room with a kind of apprehensive awe.


"Actually, no, for starters, you tell me exactly who you are," Ash corrected sharply, getting down from the couch and standing on her toes to get right in the tall woman's face. "Maybe I can start there to gather a better understanding of what exactly has transpired among you all over the past two days while I somehow have developed completely blind eyes and deaf ears."

Alice gawked terrified her eyes flicking from Ash to Bleddyn, and back. Was she going to have to tell her?