«We Could Be Legends»

[HeavensHens88]

"What do you mean?" Mapleshade struggled against his grip, panting.
"What changed?" Wolfram turned his gaze to her slowly. "Why did you kill her?"
"So you want the story, huh? Fine, then." Mapleshade snarled. "Your mother and I were friends since we were little. I always knew she was ambitious, and that she had fallen for your father. But so had I. She knew I liked him! She knew! But she still went for him anyway, and ended up pregnant with you at only twenty. We had plans, her and I, so many plans!" Her tone was pained as she spoke, her single eye glowing.
"We were going to travel the world, see everything we could! After she had you, though, oh no. No, she didn't have time for me anymore, only when she needed me to watch you, whenever she went off doing whatever. Then I found out exactly what she was doing at the Multitude. I found out about the Pure. She was making a catalyst, a poison, as you know, to ultimately destroy the Inhuman race." Mapleshade drew in a breath, still struggling.
"I was horrified. I thought she wanted to use it against me. Then I met your father again, you must have been ten or eleven at the time. He told me he was working for the Pure," she took in a shaking breath, and Wolfram narrowed his eyes. Was she faking it, he wondered, or was she really telling the truth?
"He wanted me to work with him. I don't know what we were doing, or why, but I realized that your mother was betraying me. For so, so long I tried to get that catalyst, until finally she put it in the bank, away from my grasp. For so long, Wolf, I was working with them! And neither of you noticed!" She spat, eyes gleaming viciously.
"Why? Why did you try and get the key? Why did you want to use it?"
"Oh, that was your father's idea. He wanted to rule the world, with that he thought he was so powerful. But I wanted to watch it BURN, I wanted—

Her jaws snapped shut suddenly, both of them pausing. A strange vibration shuddering under their feet. There was a scream, Wolfram knew it was Bleddyn, there was no mistaking it. But why the ground was shuddering was something he couldn't answer. Then, there was a loud boom, a noise that shook the ground and echoed for miles. The ground shook and screeched, and sudden there was a horrid howl.
Wolfram shoved Mapleshade to the ground, and took off. Everyone had frozen. He burst into the clearing, the ground yawning open wide. He was just in time to see the flailing, falling shape of a massive black wolf, the scream piercing him. It drove into his chest painfully, his breath hitching.
And the ground closed with a soft bang.
He couldn't describe what had just happened, for his mind went blank. His legs shook, giving out beneath him as he slowly sank to his knees. No one dared to move, only stared.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet Bleddyn's, his pupils thinned to the point they were almost nonexistent. "Can someone," his voice was cracking painfully, the screams of the falling echoing in his ears. "Please tell me what just happened?"

The searing scream caused River's acute ears to whip around, immediately recognizing her best friend's daughter's voice giving a rattling yelp for her father.
She spun on her heals, eyes searching wildly for Bleddyn and Connor, desperate to help. Desperate to not let another one of her friends die.
When her eyes befell the sight of a Pure beating Connor viciously her heart sprung into sporadic racing, and she leapt forward, glancing sideways and catching sight of Bleddyn, marching forward. Then Connor yelped, and the man started to grab for his gun.
For a second, her mind reeled, the idea of Bleddyn seeing her father die in nearly the exact same fashion as River did caused her to feel dizzy, but she didn't have the time to keep worrying about that as the ground began shaking, and River skidded to a halt; her breath catching.
Then everything was a flurry, the ground ripping itself open, the screams and howls, then the chasm sealed itself shut, the ground calming and the shaking ceased, but Connor, one of her brother's best friends, was just... Gone.
"...What just..." Her own voice didn't even register in her head.
She almost threw back her head in laughter, positive that she must have imagined everything. I'm just hallucinating. Again.... Right?
Then everything clicked.
The way the earth had opened up in-front of Bleddyn in mere seconds, then pushed itself back together, almost like... No.
Black dots began to dance against her vision and she stumbled forward, sliding down onto her knees in the exact place Connor had just been beaten and then swallowed up seconds before, her fingers brushing against the dirt, her brain beginning to collapse in on itself in a fury of shear, utter panic.

Brisa tripped as the ground began to shake, slipping off the edge of the earth as it started to split open and hauling herself out of the deadly crack with all of her strength. As she flopped onto the ground into safety she heard a horrible howl that was unmistakably Connor’s. She turned around and scrambled shakily to her feet, but it was too late. Connor had just... disappeared. The sudden silence of the battlefield rang in her ears as everyone stood in shock, and she took one uncertain, confused step forward as River fell to her knees in the now empty place that Connor had been laying.

Sherri fixated on the scene unraveling before her. Bleddyn hurtling towards her dad, Wolfram engaging in a verbal battle with Mapleshade, Ash's incredible abilities; the Multitude, -or whatever creatures they were- fighting the Pure.
It was difficult to focus on any one thing, and soon, instead of fighting, she was assembling a string of theories. They were intriguing theories but didn't require the priority or attention that her brain unconsciously gave them.
The Multitude. They probably weren't here. That's why the Pure raided their base. So they wouldn't be able to stop the Pure. Only half of the Pure's plan worked, but it was enough.
'I thought she wanted to use it against me' So maybe Wolfram's mother wanted to use the poison on someone. Wolfram's dad? Wolfram himself? Maybe she wanted to make a way to become human -like her- if he wanted to. Or had some more sinister purpose. Maybe Wolf reminded her of his dad too much. Maybe she didn't want a son like him. Sherri immediately rejected that thought. Wolf would oppose it violently. Maybe his mom was making it for someone...
Suddenly, screaming overloaded Sherri's preoccupied senses. As a gloved hand grasped her face, the world crumbled around her. There were bodies scrambling to escape. Escape what, exactly? Her ears hurt too much to comprehend their frantic yelling. Another body tackled her to the ground, but the person seemed to have no motive other than their own survival. For support? She wasn't sure.
Her vision blacked, and a split second later she saw the earth close around her, sealing her and the Pure into a suffocating fate. Now all she could do was wonder whether they would continue the fight -on what could be their very last breaths- underground.

Indigo pressed her finger into his shoulder before looking into his eyes. "No. You need help first." She closed her eyes to release a bit of her power to clear his head and force out the shadows, then hesitated. "I suppose I'll need your permission first from now on."

Looking around at the other shocked faces, Brisa suddenly noticed an absence. Her stupid numb brain couldn’t assign a name to the missing person, but all of a sudden it hit her. “Where’s Sherri?” She asked, breaking out of her frozen state.

Wolfram planted his blank gaze on Brisa, his breathing ragged and uneven. "Sherri," he spoke the name as if it were foreign. He shuddered, rolling the knife in his hand. It slipped suddenly, the blade cutting into the palm of his hand. But he only flinched. The wound was nothing compared to how the rest of him felt.
He raised his hand to his face, watching in awed horror as the dark blood snaked down his hand. "I do not know."

River's fingers curled into the dirt, the sounds of the fighting starting to blur into fuzzy background noise as chills and sweat broke out over her, her chest tightening as her heart began palpitating. Calm down, calm down! Breathe, breathe, breathe.
She raised her head, blood-shot eyes staring at Brisa and Wolfram, and she slowly began shaking her head.

She wanted to pass out.
Or maybe just cease her existence here in totality.
All she wanted was to nullify the reality of this undetermined horror, whatever it really was- if only for a little while.
"Did---" Her mouth dry, Bleddyn stumbled forward through the stilled crowd. She had no thought for her own mortality by being unarmed now. She saw nothing, heard nothing, thought nothing. Her knees buckled when she was only a yard or so from the fresh fault line. She half-crawled, half-tripped the rest of the way until she collapsed right onto the earth's scar. "I---"

 

[HeavensHens88]

Toby froze, instantly dropping his eyes to the ground when she told him to look at her. "Clear my-? Nah, I'm good." He said quickly, his voice shaking.



"Well.. uh.." Toby took a deep breath, still staring at the ground. "There was a big hole that opened up in the ground that swallowed Connor and some other people." He blurted out. "I'm sorry."

Ash didn't know physical pain anymore. "What kind of hole?" she asked in a small voice. "Like something--a--something from--" And then her constricting throat decided she had no more words to use.

 

[Amer]

"What?" Strangely, it was Indigo's voiceover that initiated the first stirrings of panic. Ash tried to get up then, but was soon completely prostrate again. Moving around with a sword-like knife embedded deep into her collarbone wasn't going to happen. "What-whatever do you mean?"

Toby froze, instantly dropping his eyes to the ground when she told him to look at her. "Clear my-? Nah, I'm good." He said quickly, his voice shaking.



"Well.. uh.." Toby took a deep breath, still staring at the ground. "There was a big hole that opened up in the ground that swallowed Connor and some other people." He blurted out. "I'm sorry."

Two people questioning her was quite enough to motivate Indigo to clarify.
"Clear your head. I mean, it would set your abilities back to normal, and you would be re-energized. I know how you feel about my powers, though." Indigo narrowed her eyes at the freckled woman. "Don't you... have telepathic abilities or something? Could you hear thoughts underground?" She tried to remember what the person's power was, something incredibly... exotic? But it had something to do with hearing things, and elements.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

She wanted to pass out.
Or maybe just cease her existence here in totality.
All she wanted was to nullify the reality of this undetermined horror, whatever it really was- if only for a little while.
"Did---" Her mouth dry, Bleddyn stumbled forward through the stilled crowd. She had no thought for her own mortality by being unarmed now. She saw nothing, heard nothing, thought nothing. Her knees buckled when she was only a yard or so from the fresh fault line. She half-crawled, half-tripped the rest of the way until she collapsed right onto the earth's scar. "I---"

Wolfram's wounded hand fell to his scratched and bleeding thigh as a blurred shape fell to the earth's healed wound. He then realized his vision was horribly blurred, and he felt light-headed. I must be bleeding that much.
His sweatshirt was stickly with blood, but the fact didn't scare him. He felt oddly subdued. Or maybe it was just that awful calm he would feel before he utterly lost it.
His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head furiously, blood spattering the grass around him, dying green to crimson. Despite his words to River, his breath was quick and ragged and sharp. Who had fallen?
He could make out a shape, golden hair falling around her face. He realized it could only be Bleddyn. Slowly, he rose to trembling legs and partly tripped his way until he had knelt beside Bleddyn and River. The movement had sent a wave of pain through him, his chest aching painfully. "Dyn, River," he whispered, his voice sounding unnatural for him. Probably from shock. He couldn't fathom or even begin to understand what had happened to Connor. "We'll get him back. Or die trying."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Ash didn't know physical pain anymore. "What kind of hole?" she asked in a small voice. "Like something--a--something from--" And then her constricting throat decided she had no more words to use.

"A big one," Toby said. He was too tired to think of a good description of the hole.

Two people questioning her was quite enough to motivate Indigo to clarify.
"Clear your head. I mean, it would set your abilities back to normal, and you would be re-energized. I know how you feel about my powers, though." Indigo narrowed her eyes at the freckled woman. "Don't you... have telepathic abilities or something? Could you hear thoughts underground?" She tried to remember what the person's power was, something incredibly... exotic? But it had something to do with hearing things, and elements.

Toby shook his head numbly. "I'm fine. My head is clear. I mean, it never is, but..." He trailed off. "I don't want to use my powers again. It's scary."

 

[RiverStorm]

A drop of blood landed on Wolfram's thigh, landing right where his jeans had shredded, a long, deep scratch mark dripping blood from his thigh. His head jerked up as he saw River's head move, his eyes riveting to meet her. "River." He rasped. He was eeriely calm, but panic was clawing at his chest, trying to escape. "Just breathe."

Brisa shuddered as River’s bloodshot eyes met hers. Why did this happen? Her brain wouldn’t seem to work properly.

She wanted to pass out.
Or maybe just cease her existence here in totality.
All she wanted was to nullify the reality of this undetermined horror, whatever it really was- if only for a little while.
"Did---" Her mouth dry, Bleddyn stumbled forward through the stilled crowd. She had no thought for her own mortality by being unarmed now. She saw nothing, heard nothing, thought nothing. Her knees buckled when she was only a yard or so from the fresh fault line. She half-crawled, half-tripped the rest of the way until she collapsed right onto the earth's scar. "I---"

River's hand clenched around dirt, her head still shaking slowly at Wolfram. "I--" Her voice collapsed on itself, lip quivering. "I tried to get to him." Tommy, Connor, Sherri, Tayn... They're all gone. I could've saved them. I should've saved them... At least been there for them. But I wasn't.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram's wounded hand fell to his scratched and bleeding thigh as a blurred shape fell to the earth's healed wound. He then realized his vision was horribly blurred, and he felt light-headed. I must be bleeding that much.
His sweatshirt was stickly with blood, but the fact didn't scare him. He felt oddly subdued. Or maybe it was just that awful calm he would feel before he utterly lost it.
His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head furiously, blood spattering the grass around him, dying green to crimson. Despite his words to River, his breath was quick and ragged and sharp. Who had fallen?
He could make out a shape, golden hair falling around her face. He realized it could only be Bleddyn. Slowly, he rose to trembling legs and partly tripped his way until he had knelt beside Bleddyn and River. The movement had sent a wave of pain through him, his chest aching painfully. "Dyn, River," he whispered, his voice sounding unnatural for him. Probably from shock. He couldn't fathom or even begin to understand what had happened to Connor. "We'll get him back. Or die trying."

Bleddyn didn't move. Only now did the residual of the force that had overtaken her come to stake its claim on her; the soft ache everywhere was a numbing effect. Her head began to pound fiercely, announcing the arrival of the worst migraine to ever come calling.
Then she was throwing herself into his arms, her eyes leaking as if a faucet had suddenly been loosened . "Wolfram," she sobbed hysterically into his shirt, her fingers grabbing any loose material they could find and spastically balling it up in her clutching palms. "Wolfram, I think I did that. I think I just--I just---"

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Bleddyn didn't move. Only now did the residual of the force that had overtaken her come to stake its claim on her; the soft ache everywhere was a numbing effect. Her head began to fiercely pound, announcing the arrival of the worst migraine to ever come calling.
Then she was throwing herself into his arms, her eyes leaking as if a faucet had suddenly been loosened . "Wolfram," she sobbed hysterically into his shirt, her fingers grabbing any loose material they could find and spastically balling it up in her clutching palms. "Wolfram, I think I did that. I think I just--I just---"

River's hand clenched around dirt, her head still shaking slowly at Wolfram. "I--" Her voice collapsed on itself, lip quivering. "I tried to get to him." Tommy, Connor, Sherri, Tayn... They're all gone. I could've saved them. I should've saved them... At least been there for them. But I wasn't.

Wolfram hadn't been expecting it. He hadn't been expecting the rush of movement or the impact as Bleddyn launched herself at him. "Dyn, it's—" his voice failed him suddenly. 'Wolfram, I think I did that.
His mind spun suddenly. Bleddyn, who he had taken for a simple human, had possibly just torn a hole in the very being of the earth.
"You think you did that," he echoed softly, one arm coming around to rest on her back. But...but...how?
He felt a creeping sense of dread that his back was left unguarded, Bleddyn completely helpless in his arms. But the extreme warmth in the air told him Taylor was hovering nearby, powers as maximum height.
"Just breathe, Bleddyn. Just breathe. Tell me what happened, and we can figure this out."

 

[Thing2]

She wanted to pass out.
Or maybe just cease her existence here in totality.
All she wanted was to nullify the reality of this undetermined horror, whatever it really was- if only for a little while.
"Did---" Her mouth dry, Bleddyn stumbled forward through the stilled crowd. She had no thought for her own mortality by being unarmed now. She saw nothing, heard nothing, thought nothing. Her knees buckled when she was only a yard or so from the fresh fault line. She half-crawled, half-tripped the rest of the way until she collapsed right onto the earth's scar. "I---"

"A big one," Toby said. He was too tired to think of a good description of the hole.



Toby shook his head numbly. "I'm fine. My head is clear. I mean, it never is, but..." He trailed off. "I don't want to use my powers again. It's scary."

River's hand clenched around dirt, her head still shaking slowly at Wolfram. "I--" Her voice collapsed on itself, lip quivering. "I tried to get to him." Tommy, Connor, Sherri, Tayn... They're all gone. I could've saved them. I should've saved them... At least been there for them. But I wasn't.

Bleddyn didn't move. Only now did the residual of the force that had overtaken her come to stake its claim on her; the soft ache everywhere was a numbing effect. Her head began to pound fiercely, announcing the arrival of the worst migraine to ever come calling.
Then she was throwing herself into his arms, her eyes leaking as if a faucet had suddenly been loosened . "Wolfram," she sobbed hysterically into his shirt, her fingers grabbing any loose material they could find and spastically balling it up in her clutching palms. "Wolfram, I think I did that. I think I just--I just---"

Wolfram hadn't been expecting it. He hadn't been expecting the rush of movement or the impact as Bleddyn launched herself at him. "Dyn, it's—" his voice failed him suddenly. 'Wolfram, I think I did that.
His mind spun suddenly. Bleddyn, who he had taken for a simple human, had possibly just torn a hole in the very being of the earth.
"You think you did that," he echoed softly, one arm coming around to rest on her back. But...but...how?
He felt a creeping sense of dread that his back was left unguarded, Bleddyn completely helpless in his arms. But the extreme warmth in the air told him Taylor was hovering nearby, powers as maximum height.
"Just breathe, Bleddyn. Just breathe. Tell me what happened, and we can figure this out."

(Wolfdyn! Under the saddest circumstances though)
Brisa watched the group of remaining Legends as they slowly gathered closer to where River knelt in the torn dirt. She was still aware of the Pure spread out around the area watching them, and she could see them starting to move. Where Mapleshade was Brisa had no clue, and after hearing Bleddyn’s words she frankly didn’t care. She couldn’t seem to force herself to move; her feet had grown roots and anchored herself to that spot.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(Wolfdyn! Under the saddest circumstances though)
Brisa watched the group of remaining Legends as they slowly gathered closer to where River knelt in the torn dirt. She was still aware of the Pure spread out around the area watching them, and she could see them starting to move. Where Mapleshade was Brisa had no clue, and after hearing Bleddyn’s words she frankly didn’t care. She couldn’t seem to force herself to move; her feet had grown roots and anchored herself to that spot.

(My mind has been screaming that same thing. Like, hello, Awww Wolfdyn, but why in...in...this circumstance.)