«We Could Be Legends»

[Cluckcluck1215]

Brisa offered a small smile to Wolfram, a flicker of worry skipping over her face at his pale, bloodied features. She waved at Sherri before starting forward to inquire after his well-being when she overheard what he said to Lachlan. Her step faltered and her eyes widened in shock. No. I didn’t hear that right. I couldn’t have. He... killed his own father? She knew that he had a bad relationship with him, but he had killed him?

Wolfram looked up from his feet when he heard steps approaching. He met Brisa's gaze, seeming to shrink in his own skin when he saw how shocked she looked. "I.....I had to....." He whimpered, eyes darting from Brisa to the vans and back again. "H-he....w-was going t-to k-kill....A-Alice..." He made a sharp gesturing motion towards his car with his hands, before shoving them back into his pockets. He felt freezing, even though there was no wind and the sun was out. A soft chirping of a bird made him flinch, every nerve on end, his pupils thin as a thread. "I had to....they forced me...." He choked out, forcing himself to meet Brisa's eyes.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Yris found herself at her favorite coffee shop, the petite one with the urban details, closer to the more city-like portion of town. She had simply assumed that the fire alarm had made everyone disperse, and held nothing against Brisa and Jessi. Jessi seemed like a nice girl, from what she could tell, and she already had her perceptions on Brisa, which were all but positive. Thinking of the pair, her mind fell to what had happened yesterday, after the fight in the pancake house, and what could be occurring as she sipped an americano. She shivered, before covering herself up more with her scarf, wishing uncertainty didn't haunt her.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Virio kept a steadfast gaze on the van, starting to believe that either they were simply performing recon, or that they were waiting for reinforcements to arrive. The latter of which was obviously less ideal than the first. Either way, he found it very peculiar that they would openly show that they were there, tracking the group, when put together, the group could easily eradicate the espionage. He turned to the wolf boy, who was currently sobbing about his father, the same boy from the pancake shop. He shook his head in disdain, feeling some sympathy towards the boy, while also feeling disapproval at the way he seemed to blurt out his emotions all the time, as well as the way he dealt with them.

 

[Thing2]

Wolfram looked up from his feet when he heard steps approaching. He met Brisa's gaze, seeming to shrink in his own skin when he saw how shocked she looked. "I.....I had to....." He whimpered, eyes darting from Brisa to the vans and back again. "H-he....w-was going t-to k-kill....A-Alice..." He made a sharp gesturing motion towards his car with his hands, before shoving them back into his pockets. He felt freezing, even though there was no wind and the sun was out. A soft chirping of a bird made him flinch, every nerve on end, his pupils thin as a thread. "I had to....they forced me...." He choked out, forcing himself to meet Brisa's eyes.

I knew it. He wouldn’t kill his father out of pure spite. And all at once she hated herself for ever thinking that. “Wolfram,” she spoke gently, stepping forward and meeting his eyes. “No one here blames you, or hates you. The vast majority of us have done terrible things. No one will judge you as long as your actions were to protect others.” He must be suffering so terribly. She thought, feeling helpless and wanting to remove the depths of pain from his dead eyes. He looked like his soul had been crushed.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

I knew it. He wouldn’t kill his father out of pure spite. And all at once she hated herself for ever thinking that. “Wolfram,” she spoke gently, stepping forward and meeting his eyes. “No one here blames you, or hates you. The vast majority of us have done terrible things. No one will judge you as long as your actions were to protect others.” He must be suffering so terribly. She thought, feeling helpless and wanting to remove the depths of pain from his dead eyes. He looked like his soul had been crushed.

"No, no, no....that...this...is this worst thing I-I could h-have ever d-done.....t-they s-should hate m-me. I killed someone, Brisa!" He was trembling slightly, from what he wasn't sure. Cold. Grief. Pain. Fear. All of it? He couldn't tell. He didn't even care at that point. "I s-should never h-have killed h-him..."

 

[Thing2]

"No, no, no....that...this...is this worst thing I-I could h-have ever d-done.....t-they s-should hate m-me. I killed someone, Brisa!" He was trembling slightly, from what he wasn't sure. Cold. Grief. Pain. Fear. All of it? He couldn't tell. He didn't even care at that point. "I s-should never h-have killed h-him..."

Chills ran down her spine at his hollow voice and haunted eyes, and her voice became choked too. “So has River, Misty, and anyone who was in those tunnels. Wolfram. What caused you to kill him?” She asked forcefully, waiting for an answer.

 

[cathloveydovey]

Misty leaned forward and looked down at the others, a sneer, equivalent to the Cheshire cat's, slowly began to spread across her muzzle. She lashed her tail and took particular enjoyment in Toby's flustered spits of rage. She noticed Delilah and Zion getting antsy beside her and decided it was about time. "Get on my back," she commanded her kids. The moment they got on her, she sent a thundering bark down the tree towards the others then flung herself off the tall branch onto the ground. A jolt went up her limbs when she impacted on the ground but she shook it off and tore down the path over to the others.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Hey, it wasn't me that was having the mental breakdown." Peter muttered, feeling his face flush at Bleddyn's words. Peter, just shut up. You're the one with such weak powers. He looked past Bleddyn at the others and ran his fingers through his freshly watered hair.


"Wait one second. I sustained what?" Peter asked, his attempt at communication failing as Indigo continued to argue into her headset.

Bleddyn leaned over the seat and her hand shot out to clamp around Peter's shirt collar. "That never happened, understand?" she hissed venomously, pulling his face up so that she could bore weirdly menacing blue eyes into his. "That never happened."
Then she let her aggressive fingers go slack, dropping him, and she straightened back up, completely unbothered.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Chills ran down her spine at his hollow voice and haunted eyes, and her voice became choked too. “So has River, Misty, and anyone who was in those tunnels. Wolfram. What caused you to kill him?” She asked forcefully, waiting for an answer.

"He...he was going to k-kill A-Alice. I couldn't let her die. I couldn't. I wasn't going to kill him...but the voices....the voices...they forced me...they forced me to do it....I didn't want to....he was still my father...I still love him...but that voice controlled me...." Wolfram couldn't meet her gaze. He took a step back, eyes wild like a trapped animal. It's to much...it's just a nightmare, it's just a nightmare! I'll wake up soon...it's all fake...he's not dead...moms not dead...everything is going to be fine, it's going to be fine! It's just a nightmare!

 

[HeavensHens88]

Lachlan slowly took the knife, pocketing it quickly. His eyes flickered over Wolfram's battered face, then slid over to River's blood stained hands and shirt, before whipping back to Wolfram. "What happened?" He asked calmly, studying Wolfram's reaction.

Wolfram shook his head frantically, eyes flickering over everything. The vans, Lachlan, Ash, Conner, Brisa...and to his disappointment not Bleddyn. He looked back to Lachlan, meeting his friends intense green eyes. "M-Mapleshade and...M-Michael and the rest of t-the P-pure attacked u-us...a-and..." He paused for a heartbeat, his eyes drifting back to the vans with a look of both fear and guilt. "...a-and...they-they...I....I..." He choked on his own words, unable to speak coherently. He felt trapped, like he was suffocating, even in the open space. Like a injured animal, trapped in a cage, frightened and filled with rage. He took a step away from Lachlan, stuttering incoherent sentences, a haunted look filling his eyes. "They're going to kill us because I killed him!"

"HOW DARE HE!" Her shrieked ripped through the back of the van, her hand slamming a violent punch against the black metal walls. Her nails slammed against the metal, and she dragged her nails down the wall, a screeching noise following them. She flattened her ears at the sound, pulling away from the wall. Her one good eye flashed a violent green. "Stop this damn truck now!" She shrieked. "Contact the trackers. Do not let them kill the kitten-boy. He's mine." Her green eye flashed violently, a murderous look drawn on her face. Her lips drew into a smirk, revealing her sharp fang-like teeth. Her ears where pinned to her head, her tail whipping back and forth. "He's going to pay. He'll suffer more pain then he could ever imagine." She glanced at the driver, grinning maniacally. "I'm going to destroy him."

Brisa offered a small smile to Wolfram, a flicker of worry skipping over her face at his pale, bloodied features. She waved at Sherri before starting forward to inquire after his well-being when she overheard what he said to Lachlan. Her step faltered and her eyes widened in shock. No. I didn’t hear that right. I couldn’t have. He... killed his own father? She knew that he had a bad relationship with him, but he had killed him?

Wolfram looked up from his feet when he heard steps approaching. He met Brisa's gaze, seeming to shrink in his own skin when he saw how shocked she looked. "I.....I had to....." He whimpered, eyes darting from Brisa to the vans and back again. "H-he....w-was going t-to k-kill....A-Alice..." He made a sharp gesturing motion towards his car with his hands, before shoving them back into his pockets. He felt freezing, even though there was no wind and the sun was out. A soft chirping of a bird made him flinch, every nerve on end, his pupils thin as a thread. "I had to....they forced me...." He choked out, forcing himself to meet Brisa's eyes.

I knew it. He wouldn’t kill his father out of pure spite. And all at once she hated herself for ever thinking that. “Wolfram,” she spoke gently, stepping forward and meeting his eyes. “No one here blames you, or hates you. The vast majority of us have done terrible things. No one will judge you as long as your actions were to protect others.” He must be suffering so terribly. She thought, feeling helpless and wanting to remove the depths of pain from his dead eyes. He looked like his soul had been crushed.

"No, no, no....that...this...is this worst thing I-I could h-have ever d-done.....t-they s-should hate m-me. I killed someone, Brisa!" He was trembling slightly, from what he wasn't sure. Cold. Grief. Pain. Fear. All of it? He couldn't tell. He didn't even care at that point. "I s-should never h-have killed h-him..."

Chills ran down her spine at his hollow voice and haunted eyes, and her voice became choked too. “So has River, Misty, and anyone who was in those tunnels. Wolfram. What caused you to kill him?” She asked forcefully, waiting for an answer.

"He...he was going to k-kill A-Alice. I couldn't let her die. I couldn't. I wasn't going to kill him...but the voices....the voices...they forced me...they forced me to do it....I didn't want to....he was still my father...I still love him...but that voice controlled me...." Wolfram couldn't meet her gaze. He took a step back, eyes wild like a trapped animal. It's to much...it's just a nightmare, it's just a nightmare! I'll wake up soon...it's all fake...he's not dead...moms not dead...everything is going to be fine, it's going to be fine! It's just a nightmare!

"We've all killed before, Wolfram, and it was all in the name of the greater good," Ash interjected with soft compassion. Seeing someone at this extreme low of mental state was bringing back violent memories and she was finding it her duty to help bring him past it. If he failed to recover from his emotionally draining kill, they'd all be at an even greater risk. "In my case, my parents were killed off exclusively because of me. My sister..."
Her throat clogged and she knew with certainty that she couldn't continue on with this evocative conversation. Hating that she'd failed so quickly, she dipped her head to him and forced her due gratitude out in a croak. "Thank you for saving my niece. I will personally forever appreciate the sacrifice you made."