«We Could Be Legends»

[Amer]

Wolfram stared at the burning trees, taking a sharp intake of air. Scratch that, a sharp intake of smoke. His lungs burned, his throat tightening as the fire spread quicker, and he coughed furiously, his lungs and ribs aching. He saw a flicker of black and orange run by, and he lunged forward, snatching a handful of rough clothing, and yanking backward. It was Mapleshade, scrambling to get away. He barely flinched as she raked claws across his face, as it was nothing compared to some of his worse wounds. He brought up a fist, slamming it against her jaw, knocking her back.
Her shriek was enough to deafen him, but he pounced on her as she fell, his hand coming down again. "Traitor!" He spat. "She trusted you!"
"I trusted her, too. It didn't last long, now did it?" She hissed, catching him off guard and rolling away, springing into a standing position. He couldn't see her, the fire spreading quicker then he'd ever seen a fire spread, thick smoke filling the air.
He felt her though, as she sprung from the smoke with surprising strength, batting him to the ground. The breath left his lungs, leaving him stunned and breathless as her knee dug into his broken rib. He struggled with futile attempts to get away, letting out a seething hiss.
"Poor kitty-boy." She murmured, drawing her gun from her belt. "Night-night."
Trepidation hit him, harder then he ever expected it to when the gun was pressed to his head. There had been a time, not long ago, that he would have wanted her to kill him, anyone to kill him. But now, the thought of death frightened him. If she killed him, then she had won. Her goal had been reached.
But he had no energy left. Every bone in his body felt like they were on fire, every muscle screaming for him just to give up. He couldn't though; he couldn't let her win. He surged up, his hand grabbing her gun hand and he twisted, harder and harder until he pulled a scream out of her as bone crunched and snapped, causing her to drop the gun. Adrenaline rushed through him once more, and he kicked up, and flung her away as hard as he could, gasping and snatching the gun as he struggled to his feet.
He wouldn't need the gun, though.
He stared, horror choking him, as Mapleshade rolled off the tar, and down the small hill, directly into the raging wild fire that had spread to the grass and bushes below.
Her shrieks were soul-shaking, the Inhuman fire raging faster and higher as the wind picked up, as it grabbed it's prey, burning her alive.
Her screeching was cut off abruptly, as if life had been instantly drained from her. He looked away, gasping and freezing and drained, but he had no tears to shed for the she-shifter.

Indigo stifled a gasp of smoky air as Mapleshade rolled down the hill. As the woman's body burned, the wind howled it's triumph over evil, having been Mapleshade's killer, aiding its hungry friend the fire. But the wind and the fire are blind and hungry, and do not always know friend from foe. On the darkening eastern horizon, the fire lit the sky, and the smoke blurred it. Together the wind and fire and smoke blew and burned and choked.
As the wind blew harder yet, the smoke cleared on Indigo's side of the fire, rushing ever faster towards the rising evening stars and grabbing for them with ghostly fingers.
A gasping man emerged from the fire, singed and weak.
Anyone in those woods would be burned.
"STAY UPWIND!" Indigo shouted, though the howling wind blew away the desperate warning. Indigo ran, reaching, grabbing. Everyone must get to safety.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Jessi watched with morbid satisfaction as the fire spread. She grinned as Mapleshade fell into the fire, her screams filling the air. She never understood people that said killing was addicting, until now.
She was snapped back to what was happening as she saw people running from the fire. We need to go, before the fire kills us. She nudged Toby's back. 'Help me find the others.' She growled, and started looking for their group.

 

[Amer]

Indigo pulled a limping woman from the fire.
The woman's leg was burned and her face was blistered, but she had the breath to whisper "Thanks..."
She couldn't be much older than twenty-five. All the younger, stronger adults were making it out... but what about the weaker people? What about the children?

 

[Thing2]

Wolfram stared at the burning trees, taking a sharp intake of air. Scratch that, a sharp intake of smoke. His lungs burned, his throat tightening as the fire spread quicker, and he coughed furiously, his lungs and ribs aching. He saw a flicker of black and orange run by, and he lunged forward, snatching a handful of rough clothing, and yanking backward. It was Mapleshade, scrambling to get away. He barely flinched as she raked claws across his face, as it was nothing compared to some of his worse wounds. He brought up a fist, slamming it against her jaw, knocking her back.
Her shriek was enough to deafen him, but he pounced on her as she fell, his hand coming down again. "Traitor!" He spat. "She trusted you!"
"I trusted her, too. It didn't last long, now did it?" She hissed, catching him off guard and rolling away, springing into a standing position. He couldn't see her, the fire spreading quicker then he'd ever seen a fire spread, thick smoke filling the air.
He felt her though, as she sprung from the smoke with surprising strength, batting him to the ground. The breath left his lungs, leaving him stunned and breathless as her knee dug into his broken rib. He struggled with futile attempts to get away, letting out a seething hiss.
"Poor kitty-boy." She murmured, drawing her gun from her belt. "Night-night."
Trepidation hit him, harder then he ever expected it to when the gun was pressed to his head. There had been a time, not long ago, that he would have wanted her to kill him, anyone to kill him. But now, the thought of death frightened him. If she killed him, then she had won. Her goal had been reached.
But he had no energy left. Every bone in his body felt like they were on fire, every muscle screaming for him just to give up. He couldn't though; he couldn't let her win. He surged up, his hand grabbing her gun hand and he twisted, harder and harder until he pulled a scream out of her as bone crunched and snapped, causing her to drop the gun. Adrenaline rushed through him once more, and he kicked up, and flung her away as hard as he could, gasping and snatching the gun as he struggled to his feet.
He wouldn't need the gun, though.
He stared, horror choking him, as Mapleshade rolled off the tar, and down the small hill, directly into the raging wild fire that had spread to the grass and bushes below.
Her shrieks were soul-shaking, the Inhuman fire raging faster and higher as the wind picked up, as it grabbed it's prey, burning her alive.
Her screeching was cut off abruptly, as if life had been instantly drained from her. He looked away, gasping and freezing and drained, but he had no tears to shed for the she-shifter.

Brisa reached Wolfram’s side too late to enter the fight, peering down the hill toward the burning foliage where Mapleshade had disappeared, her sensitive eyes burning. She squinted at Wolfram through the smoke. “You just saved the lives of a large amount of the world’s population, including mine, so thank you.” She turned away and headed towards the forest, going to help the others and leaving him alone.

 

[RiverStorm]

Wolfram stared at the burning trees, taking a sharp intake of air. Scratch that, a sharp intake of smoke. His lungs burned, his throat tightening as the fire spread quicker, and he coughed furiously, his lungs and ribs aching. He saw a flicker of black and orange run by, and he lunged forward, snatching a handful of rough clothing, and yanking backward. It was Mapleshade, scrambling to get away. He barely flinched as she raked claws across his face, as it was nothing compared to some of his worse wounds. He brought up a fist, slamming it against her jaw, knocking her back.
Her shriek was enough to deafen him, but he pounced on her as she fell, his hand coming down again. "Traitor!" He spat. "She trusted you!"
"I trusted her, too. It didn't last long, now did it?" She hissed, catching him off guard and rolling away, springing into a standing position. He couldn't see her, the fire spreading quicker then he'd ever seen a fire spread, thick smoke filling the air.
He felt her though, as she sprung from the smoke with surprising strength, batting him to the ground. The breath left his lungs, leaving him stunned and breathless as her knee dug into his broken rib. He struggled with futile attempts to get away, letting out a seething hiss.
"Poor kitty-boy." She murmured, drawing her gun from her belt. "Night-night."
Trepidation hit him, harder then he ever expected it to when the gun was pressed to his head. There had been a time, not long ago, that he would have wanted her to kill him, anyone to kill him. But now, the thought of death frightened him. If she killed him, then she had won. Her goal had been reached.
But he had no energy left. Every bone in his body felt like they were on fire, every muscle screaming for him just to give up. He couldn't though; he couldn't let her win. He surged up, his hand grabbing her gun hand and he twisted, harder and harder until he pulled a scream out of her as bone crunched and snapped, causing her to drop the gun. Adrenaline rushed through him once more, and he kicked up, and flung her away as hard as he could, gasping and snatching the gun as he struggled to his feet.
He wouldn't need the gun, though.
He stared, horror choking him, as Mapleshade rolled off the tar, and down the small hill, directly into the raging wild fire that had spread to the grass and bushes below.
Her shrieks were soul-shaking, the Inhuman fire raging faster and higher as the wind picked up, as it grabbed it's prey, burning her alive.
Her screeching was cut off abruptly, as if life had been instantly drained from her. He looked away, gasping and freezing and drained, but he had no tears to shed for the she-shifter.

River skidded to a halt beside Wolfram, her eyes trained to the spot where Mapleshade's body was going up in a puff of smoke. She didn't feel victorious, glad that the murderer of her family members was dead.
She just felt... Sick.
At the sight of it all, the bodies of her friends and comrades lying around her, while she was... Safe. Alive. This isn't a win.
The scent of blood, burnt flesh, and thick smoke was starting to clog up her nose and caused her head to spin, giving her a horrid feeling of nausea washing over her, and she couldn't stop herself from falling to her hands and knees; vomiting the meager remainders of her stomach contents.
She stayed there for a second, coughing from the smoke before she wiped her mouth off with her sleeve and clambered to her feet, turning to Wolfram's gasping form on the ground and offering her hand to help him up and let him lean upon her if he needed it. "Come on." She rasped. "We need to get out of here... Right now, Wolfram. I don't know where everyone is, except for Lach, Fin, and Cam who are getting Alice." Her voice didn't hold the same strength and demanding air as usually, instead she just sounded rather weak, staring at the boy on the ground.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Brisa reached Wolfram’s side too late to enter the fight, peering down the hill toward the burning foliage where Mapleshade had disappeared, her sensitive eyes burning. She squinted at Wolfram through the smoke. “You just saved the lives of a large amount of the world’s population, including mine, so thank you.” She turned away and headed towards the forest, going to help the others and leaving him alone.

River skidded to a halt beside Wolfram, her eyes trained to the spot where Mapleshade's body was going up in a puff of smoke. She didn't feel victorious, glad that the murderer of her family members was dead.
She just felt... Sick.
At the sight of it all, the bodies of her friends and comrades lying around her, while she was... Safe. Alive. This isn't a win.
The scent of blood, burnt flesh, and thick smoke was starting to clog up her nose and caused her head to spin, giving her a horrid feeling of nausea washing over her, and she couldn't stop herself from falling to her hands and knees; vomiting the meager remainders of her stomach contents.
She stayed there for a second, coughing from the smoke before she wiping her mouth off with her sleeve and clambered to her feet, turning to Wolfram's gasping form on the ground and offering her hand to help him up and let him lean upon her if he needed it. "Come on." She rasped. "We need to get out of here... Right now, Wolfram. I don't know where everyone is, except for Lach, Fin, and Cam who are getting Alice." Her voice didn't hold the same strength and demanding air as usually, instead she just sounded rather weak, staring at the boy on the ground.

Brisa's words reached Wolfram's ears, but they didn't really mean anything to him. They didn't strike a feeling of triumph or any emotion for that matter. They merely left him feeling more empty, more...desolate then he had ever felt before.
Mapleshade had murdered so many people, including his mother, and destroyed the city he had grown up in, killing so many people in the process. What guilt did he owe her, a murderer? What remorse should he show for a psychopath?
Yet, he couldn't help but feel like he had done wrong. But he hadn't killed her himself, right? It wasn't his fault...right?
At the sound of River's voice, he looked up, staring numbly at her out stretched hand, before his gaze drifted to her face. He blinked, barely recognizing her for a moment, before he snatched her hand, scrambling to his feet. He swayed on his feet, the world spinning around him. He paused for a moment, swallowing down the waves of nausea, before he looked at River.
He pulled her towards him suddenly, pulling her into a sudden hug, ignoring the protests of his wounded body. "You're okay," he whispered. "You're alive."

 

[Thing2]

Brisa was rushing towards the burning forest, hoping to help, when a wave of weakness washed over her. She stopped and held up a hand, staring in almost bewilderment at its violent shaking. Black spots began to swim in front of her eyes, and she quickly sat down because it was getting difficult to stand up straight without wavering and she didn’t want to fall over. There was a sudden flash of discomfort in her shoulder where the knife was embedded, followed by a deep, throbbing pain from the stab site. Aaaand the adrenaline rush is over. Yay for me. A squeezing, pinching sensation began on either side of her head at her temples, and she curled up in the fetal position on the torn grass as the world spun around her and everything went black.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Brisa was rushing towards the burning forest, hoping to help, when a wave of weakness washed over her. She stopped and held up a hand, staring in almost bewilderment at its violent shaking. Black spots began to swim in front of her eyes, and she quickly sat down because it was getting difficult to stand up straight without wavering and she didn’t want to fall over. There was a sudden flash of discomfort in her shoulder where the knife was embedded, followed by a deep, throbbing pain from the stab site. Aaaand the adrenaline rush is over. Yay for me. A squeezing, pinching sensation began on either side of her head at her temples, and she curled up in the fetal position on the torn grass as the world spun around her and everything went black.

Toby watched Brisa run towards the fire and ran after her, trying to get her attention. He arrived at her side just as she fell down. "Brisa? Are you okay?" He asked, shaking her uninjured shoulder. "C'mon, wake up, we need to go. Brisa?" Toby made sure she was still breathing, and then grabbed her hands and dragged her towards the cars, trying to ignore the painful protests of his injured arm. He reached Indigo's van and stopped, looking for someone to help him get her in. He couldn't find anyone, and glanced back down at Brisa. "Stay," he said, both to Brisa and Alpha, and ran back to find the others.

 

[Amer]

Toby watched Brisa run towards the fire and ran after her, trying to get her attention. He arrived at her side just as she fell down. "Brisa? Are you okay?" He asked, shaking her uninjured shoulder. "C'mon, wake up, we need to go. Brisa?" Toby made sure she was still breathing, and then grabbed her hands and dragged her towards the cars, trying to ignore the painful protests of his injured arm. He reached Indigo's van and stopped, looking for someone to help him get her in. He couldn't find anyone, and glanced back down at Brisa. "Stay," he said, both to Brisa and Alpha, and ran back to find the others.

A tall female approached him. It was Indigo? "Need any help?" Her soft British accent was hoarse and broken, her throat coated with ash. Where is that Peter? He should be getting some water for the fire survivors.
Indigo glanced upwards.
The clouds which had poured rain upon them for two days were nowhere to be seen. It was strange how it could rain for two days and yet the ground could still be as thirsty as always.
Maybe it was helping a little, though...
The fire, which was blazing toward the horizon, had stopped. The river! It's swollen now! The fire will stop there!

 

[FrankieDoodle]

A tall female approached him. It was Indigo? "Need any help?" Her soft British accent was hoarse and broken, her throat coated with ash. Where is that Peter? He should be getting some water for the fire survivors.
Indigo glanced upwards.
The clouds which had poured rain upon them for two days were nowhere to be seen. It was strange how it could rain for two days and yet the ground could still be as thirsty as always.
Maybe it was helping a little, though...
The fire, which was blazing toward the horizon, had stopped. The river! It's swollen now! The fire will stop there!

Toby looked up at Indigo. "Uh, yeah, can you help me get her in the car?" He asked, pointing at Brisa. "She's a bit too heavy for me..." he trailed off. Of course she is, if she wasn't you wouldn't need help. "Have you seen the others? Jessi's looking from above, but it's hard for her to see with all the smoke." Toby asked.