«We Could Be Legends»

[HeavensHens88]

(Alright @MysticChickens04 , They can wake up in a cell of some kind, together. it is now Sunday.
@Cluckcluck1215 , @RiverStorm , @AMERAUCANAS4REAL , and @HeavensHens88
Wolfram and Lachlan are in a nearby cell, and Sherri is in an adjacent cell, Bleddyn is not present she's being repaired she's strapped to a bed in an infirmary, when she's brought back she will be put in the same cell as Sherri....... AND go! Phew is everyone in Sunday now?)

Sherri was shoved into a cell. It was surprisingly sanitary, with a little metal toilet in the back with a curtain in front and a sink with water. But the cots were thin, though clean. She shifted into cat form, and slept on the cot. It was bright too.
It smelled of a recent application of disinfectant, honestly.
She wondered how much time had passed, would pass, and how much of it would be spent alone.

(Thank goodness. Wolf and Dyn will be separate.)

(Dyn shares your relief.)

He sobbed. He didn't know he was sobbing, or why he was sobbing. He just was. He was curled in the corner, primal snarls, and sobs echoing in the dark van. The rrrrrrrrvvvvvvv of the engine died away, the van screeching to a skidded halt. The van door flung open, a masked male grabbing Bleddyn ruthlessly, no care for her wounded leg."Get away from her, you insensitive jerk!"Wolfram's shriek echoed in the back of the van, a masked male grabbing a hold of Bleddyn."Let her go!"His voice wasn't demanding, it wasn't a snarl, or even a yell. The strength had died away from him, a roaring migraine surging in his head. It wasn't a demand. It was a plead. A pleading, sobbing, whimper. Then a shadow moved over him as he lurched forward to grab Bleddyn away from the male. Mapleshade. Her jaws wide with a insane grin, her tail flicking wildly. Again, murderous furry. How many times must I say it? "I heard everything."Mapleshade hissed, her fangs bared. Her orange and black hair was drenched, her eyes holding insanity."How desperate are you, really?"She sneered. He stared at her, with eyes like an owl."You killed her. And you're killing Bleddyn."He hissed, choking back another overwhelming sob. Mapleshade cackled, the sound sending shivers down Wolfram's spine."Of course I did, you pathetic fool. Your mother was worthless. She-" "She saved my life!"He snarled. Mapleshade's eyes glittered."Yes. Of course she did. She saved your worthless life. You were-"Her voice raised a high pitched squeak."So depressed you tried to kill yourself!"Her voice returned to normal."She should have let you die. You don't deserve to be in this world. Your mother didn't deserve it either. She and you took everything I ever wanted away!"She thrust her face inches from Wolfram's."And now you'll pay."She grabbed him by the arm, dragging him harshly.

He snarled as he hit the wall. He glared up at Mapleshade, growling softly."Where is Bleddyn?"He hissed.
"Tell me about the key."
"What do you want to know?! I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT!"He screeched, and it echoed in the cell, making his head hurt worse.
"Don't lie. I know you know where it is. Tell me, or you will never see you precious girl again."
A sobbing shriek rippled through the air."If you lay a finger on her, Mapleshade, I swear I will kill you!"He snarled, his eyes narrowed. Mapleshade turned, closing the door and locking it.

"I want to know where the key is.

Or the girl dies."

Lachlan groaned.
The darkness that enveloped him was welcoming, it seemed. Much better than in a dark van, watching his friend bleed to death.
Bleed to death... Had she really died? He wondered. The thought seemed to jolt him, Bleddyn could be dead, laying limp and lifeless feet away from him. How pathetic was he, hiding in the darkness when his friends needed him?
He blinked and started to come to, cold air biting at his skin. He was laying on something soft now, not the cold hard floor of the van.
His eyes snapped open. Diffidently not the van. He was laying on a cot, Wolfram sitting on another beside him. Lachlan jerked up, and glanced around at his surroundings. They were locked in a cell, Bleddyn and Sherri nowhere in sight. "How long have I been out?" He rasped, his throat unbelievably dry.
He slowly got to his feet, stumbling towards the bars of the cell opening. He stared at them for a few long moments. (@Cluckcluck1215 tagging you so you can find this later )

Wolfram slowly looked up, his eyes darker and more lifeless then normal."I lost track of time, hours or more though."His voice was dull, dry and sounded like it was a effort to speak."They have Bleddyn, Lachlan. I don't know if she's alive or not..."He choked out, his voice holding even more pain nd grief then before.

Lachlan looked down, swallowing hard. He turned, stumbling back over to Wolfram. "We'll find her." He paused. "Alive, Wolfram." He rasped quietly.

Wolfram looked away, his hand tightening into a fist. He looked back at Lachlan slowly."She's dead, Lachlan. She lost a ton of blood, there is no way she lived."

Lachlan sat down beside Wolfram, becoming dizzy he put his head in his hands. "No, I won't accept that. She can't be. We've been friends since we were toddlers, she's been hurt before, she's not gone now." He rasped.

"I...I don't know, Lachlan!"He hissed, frusterated."Mapleshade drove that knife deep, and Bleddyn wouldn't let me help her...I don't know."He murmured. He slowly put a hand on Lachlan's shoulder."You ok?"He asked quietly.

(Bois this is Dyn. Ain't no little infinitesimal knife cut gonna kill her. )

Lachlan nodded quickly. "Ye-yeah, I'm just... Dizzy." He shook his head to clear it, and sat up straight.

"Sorry, wish I could help."Wolfram murmured, looking out the cell bars longingly.

Lachlan followed his gaze. "After you were knocked out, I was tricked into shifting to a human. A soldier set something off that stopped me from shifting, I doubt they could create a version strong enough to cover a very large area." He paused. "I'm not going to just sit here. Those bars are wide enough for a crow to slip through. A house cat too."

Wolfram's eyes narrowed."Im going to take a quick look to see if I can find Bleddyn and jerkwad cat girl. Stay here."He murmured, shifting into a skinny black cat with blue eyes. He looked at Lachlan, realizing how stupid he must look. He jumped down, creeping towards the bars and slipping out. He scanned the halls, his tail flicking side to side. He bounded down one hall, stopping at each cell. Then he paused, looking in one. Sherri. And on the cot....He looked closer, and his heart almost let jumped from his chest. Bleddyn was lying on one of the cots, her leg wrapped.
He dashed back to the cell, panting. He slipped in, sitting in front of Lachlan, meowing loudly.

Lachlan nodded and shifted to a hooded crow, hopped over to the bars, and stepped through them. He half flapped, half hopped clumsily down the hall, checking the cells as he went-- not waiting to be led, and stopped in-front of the cell holding Bleddyn and Sherri. He shifted to his human form and crouched down. "Sherri, shift to your cat skin and get out!" He hissed. (@AMERAUCANAS4REAL ) "We're going to have to get this door open to get Bleddyn out." He said to Wolfram, having assumed he was at his side.

Wolfram nodded, shifting into a human. He pulled at the bars, snarling."It's locked!"He hissed, pulling desperately at the door.

(I was thinking that too!)

Sherri looked at him and tried to shift. Pain seared through her. That was not the first time she noticed was a strange silver band on her wrist. "Why would they restrain me, and not you? I don't think I can escape. Maybe they fit yours wrong. Maybe the guard who caught me adjusted mine," she muttered with satisfaction. She had clawed him a lot. "I would have escaped already if I didn't have this antishift."

Lachlan sighed. "We're gonna have to find another way to open this. A key or button."

Wolfram raised a hand that was clenched into a fist, about to hit the bars of the cell. He stopped, gritting his teeth. Punching things would do nothing."At least Bleddyn's alive. We'll get her out one way or another."

Bleddyn rolled to her side and blinked a few times, her lids heavy enough that it seemed she was processing in stop-motion. She lay there for an infuriating long moment just trying to assimilate her taxed system to being awake. Her head was light, really light, and muddled colors frolicked in place of stable vision, but at least there was no headache this time. She pulled herself to a sit atop...something soft...without too much protest from her drained head. It was a cot, not nearly luxurious enough to even attempt facade as her own bed, but it certainly wasn't unfeeling metal.
....which was what? Her puckered mouth fixed into a frustrated frown as she tried to recollect what exactly she'd been through. Tasting the dehydration betrayed by cracked lips, it took another good bit to relive yesterday. Pancakes...fight...park...fight....fight....dart...lasagna...fight....van...
Van. At least that mess was over with. She found herself still wanting to be unsettled from...that dude Wolfram. Something weird had occurred after they'd been drugged and bruised into mobile capture.
What?
Heck, she didn't know. The adrenaline and blood branding that horrific ride pretty much nullified everything else.
And ignorance was weakening. It'd probably be in her best interest to avoid Cat-boy for a while. At least, until she'd comfortably figured everything out and firmly knew her enemies- whether they turned out to be predetermined foes or from somewhere closer.

So this is where they'd taken her. The Pure. And they want some Key Wolfram has.
And to manipulate it from him, they want to use...me?
That was another thing she could not get. Or perhaps, she'd previously figured it out and it'd been hopelessly drowned in her blood that now lay coagulated on the van floor. It's freaking obvious I'm not going to be any use as a human collateral. We hate each other. And besides, why fix me if you're going to kill me?
Bleddyn looked down at her offending thigh, fat with excessive bandaging. She tried to lift it experimentally and let her tendons go limp again almost instantly; her leg felt empty, as if half of her muscles had been stripped from her bones and whittled out through her wound. There'd be no walking with that thing anytime soon.
Eyes blurring from painful fluorescent lighting, she focused in on her cellmate, noticing Sherri for the first time. Definitely my first choice for the last person I'm going to see alive, oh yes indeed, thanks Pure. "Where are we?"

 

[Amer]

(Dyn shares your relief.)















(Bois this is Dyn. Ain't no little infinitesimal knife cut gonna kill her. )

















Bleddyn rolled to her side and blinked a few times, her lids heavy enough that it seemed she was processing in stop-motion. She lay there for an infuriating long moment just trying to assimilate her taxed system to being awake. Her head was light, really light, and muddled colors frolicked in place of stable vision, but at least there was no headache this time. She pulled herself to a sit atop...something soft...without too much protest from her drained head. It was a cot, not nearly luxurious enough to even attempt facade as her own bed, but it certainly wasn't unfeeling metal.
....which was what? Her puckered mouth fixed into a frustrated frown as she tried to recollect what exactly she'd been through. Tasting the dehydration betrayed by cracked lips, it took another good bit to relive yesterday. Pancakes...fight...park...fight....fight....dart...lasgna...fight....van...
Van. At least that mess was over with. She found herself still wanting to be unsettled from...that dude Wolfram. Something weird had occurred after they'd been drugged and bruised into mobile capture.
What?
Heck, she didn't know. The adrenaline and blood branding that horrific ride pretty much nullified everything else.
And ignorance was weakening. It'd probably be in her best interest to avoid Cat-boy for a while. At least, until she'd comfortably figured everything out and firmly knew her enemies- whether they turned out to be predetermined foes or from somewhere closer.

So this is where they'd taken her. The Pure. And they want some Key Wolfram has.
And to manipulate it from him, they want to use...me?
That was another thing she could not get. Or perhaps, she'd previously figured it out and it'd been hopelessly drowned in her blood that now lay coagulated on the van floor. It's freaking obvious I'm not going to be any use as a human collateral. We hate each other. And besides, why fix me if you're going to kill me?
Bleddyn looked down at her offending thigh, fat with excessive bandaging. She tried to lift it experimentally and let her tendons go limp again almost instantly; her leg felt empty, as if half of her muscles had been stripped from her bones and whittled out through her wound. There'd be no walking with that thing anytime soon.
Eyes blurring from painful fluorescent lighting, she focused in on her cellmate, noticing Sherri for the first time. Definitely my first choice for the last person I'm going to see alive, oh yes indeed, thanks Pure. "Where are we?"

"A cell in the Pure base, I think," Sherri sighed.
"They gave me a metal cuff that prevents me from shifting. Stupid people don't know better to give one to Wolf and Lachlan as well. He's attempting to save you." A faint smile crossed her lips at the thought. "He likes you. He's a funny one."

 

[HeavensHens88]

"A cell in the Pure base, I think," Sherri sighed.
"They gave me a metal cuff that prevents me from shifting. Stupid people don't know better to give one to Wolf and Lachlan as well. He's attempting to save you." A faint smile crossed her lips at the thought. "He likes you. He's a funny one."

Without thinking Sherri's whole statement through first, old instinct had her dryly intone, "I don't need sav-"
That's a weird thing to say. Of course Lachlan likes me. We've been friends for like-
Oh. If Bleddyn's eyebrows had shot up any harder, they'd be ricocheting off the ceiling. A really foul word slipped from tight lips and had her pathetically glad her parents weren't around to hear it.
"What the..." She bit down hard on her tongue to quickly correct it. That was enough profanity for one breath. "...heck are you talking about? Who?"

 

[RiverStorm]

(Dyn shares your relief.)















(Bois this is Dyn. Ain't no little infinitesimal knife cut gonna kill her. )

















Bleddyn rolled to her side and blinked a few times, her lids heavy enough that it seemed she was processing in stop-motion. She lay there for an infuriating long moment just trying to assimilate her taxed system to being awake. Her head was light, really light, and muddled colors frolicked in place of stable vision, but at least there was no headache this time. She pulled herself to a sit atop...something soft...without too much protest from her drained head. It was a cot, not nearly luxurious enough to even attempt facade as her own bed, but it certainly wasn't unfeeling metal.
....which was what? Her puckered mouth fixed into a frustrated frown as she tried to recollect what exactly she'd been through. Tasting the dehydration betrayed by cracked lips, it took another good bit to relive yesterday. Pancakes...fight...park...fight....fight....dart...lasagna...fight....van...
Van. At least that mess was over with. She found herself still wanting to be unsettled from...that dude Wolfram. Something weird had occurred after they'd been drugged and bruised into mobile capture.
What?
Heck, she didn't know. The adrenaline and blood branding that horrific ride pretty much nullified everything else.
And ignorance was weakening. It'd probably be in her best interest to avoid Cat-boy for a while. At least, until she'd comfortably figured everything out and firmly knew her enemies- whether they turned out to be predetermined foes or from somewhere closer.

So this is where they'd taken her. The Pure. And they want some Key Wolfram has.
And to manipulate it from him, they want to use...me?
That was another thing she could not get. Or perhaps, she'd previously figured it out and it'd been hopelessly drowned in her blood that now lay coagulated on the van floor. It's freaking obvious I'm not going to be any use as a human collateral. We hate each other. And besides, why fix me if you're going to kill me?
Bleddyn looked down at her offending thigh, fat with excessive bandaging. She tried to lift it experimentally and let her tendons go limp again almost instantly; her leg felt empty, as if half of her muscles had been stripped from her bones and whittled out through her wound. There'd be no walking with that thing anytime soon.
Eyes blurring from painful fluorescent lighting, she focused in on her cellmate, noticing Sherri for the first time. Definitely my first choice for the last person I'm going to see alive, oh yes indeed, thanks Pure. "Where are we?"

"I told you that she was alive!" Lachlan blurted, then bit his lip. "Uh, sorry, didn't mean to blurt that. I'm glad you're awake Bleddyn. We're going to get this stupid door open." He said quickly.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"I told you that she was alive!" Lachlan blurted, then bit his lip. "Uh, sorry, didn't mean to blurt that. I'm glad you're awake Bleddyn. We're going to get this stupid door open." He said quickly.

Bleddyn literally jumped, not having at all expected Lachlan to have been right on the other side of the bars the entire time. Wow, thanks so much Sherri, 10/10 tactic. "Yo....uh...nice to see you alive...too." That greeting was so lame it even had her hair cringing- oh, wait, no it was just caked stiff with blood. Please. You didn't hear any of that. Maybe the swear at most.
She swallowed air a few times, hating how the sound seemed to echo from her throat and worm back into her head, teasing her. Think, idiot, say something useful. "How exactly are you free?"

 

[Amer]

Without thinking Sherri's whole statement through first, old instinct had her dryly intone, "I don't need sav-"
That's a weird thing to say. Of course Lachlan likes me. We've been friends for like-
Oh. If Bleddyn's eyebrows had shot up any harder, they'd be ricocheting off the ceiling. A really foul word slipped from tight lips and had her pathetically glad her parents weren't around to hear it.
"What the..." She bit down hard on her tongue to quickly correct it. That was enough profanity for one breath. "...heck are you talking about? Who?"

"Wolfram, of course. Haven't you noticed? I mean, I've seen enough of it going around to know if someone likes some one else. It's the basis of some people going to school, the drama, the other kids the same age..." Sherri crossed her legs and tilted her head to the side.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"A cell in the Pure base, I think," Sherri sighed.
"They gave me a metal cuff that prevents me from shifting. Stupid people don't know better to give one to Wolf and Lachlan as well. He's attempting to save you." A faint smile crossed her lips at the thought. "He likes you. He's a funny one."

"Wolfram, of course. Haven't you noticed? I mean, I've seen enough of it going around to know if someone likes some one else. It's the basis of some people going to school, the drama, the other kids the same age..." Sherri crossed her legs and tilted her head to the side.

Bleddyn literally jumped, not having at all expected Lachlan to have been right on the other side of the bars the entire time. Wow, thanks so much Sherri, 10/10 tactic. "Yo....uh...nice to see you alive...too." That greeting was so lame it even had her hair cringing- oh, wait, no it was just caked stiff with blood. Please. You didn't hear any of that. Maybe the swear at most.
She swallowed air a few times, hating how the sound seemed to echo from her throat and worm back into her head, teasing her. Think, idiot, say something useful. "How exactly are you free?"

Wolfram pulled at the bars, snarling in frusteration. He looked up, a familer voice floating through the air."Bleddyn!"He gasped softly."I mean...um..."He looked away quickly, cursing silently. He pulled again at the door, growling when it didn't open. He looked around the hall with narrowed eyes. Please have keys somewhere, please....please...keys.... He glanced at Bleddyn, figuring he mine as well answer her question."We shifted into our animal forms."He told her, pulling at the lock. Suddenly, he stopped, hearing shuffling from around the corner."Stay silent."He hissed to the two girls and Lachlan. He shifted into a cat, creeping around the corner to see what it was. A masked man, dressed in black was standing with his back to Wolfram. A pair of keys happened to very conveniently dropped to the ground. He crept forward snatching the keys as silently as possible in his jaws, backing away quietly. He crept back to the cell, looking up at Lachlan with the keys dangling out of his mouth.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Brisa smiled. "What do we know about the key so far? I hardly know anything, just that there's a key." She said.

(Sorry for the absence)

Alice arrived back at River's her knuckles white on the steering wheel. She put it in park and stepped out into the street.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm herself,
"It's all yours Jessi." She said pretending the drive had been a breeze. "That is, if you can figure out how to turn on the wipers." She chuckled the tension slowly easing from her body.
"I didn't leave a note, Camilla will you text mom, don't tell her where we're going though."

Jessi jumped into the car. She looked at all the controls, and found the one for the windshield wipers. "Okay. Someone's going to have to give me directions, I don't know where I'm going." She said.

"I just didn't want to break your stuff. You act like my hands are poisonous," Indigo walked into the darkness. "Really listen. In here, you can hear the pure coming. It really echoes. There are sentries at the end of the tunnel." Her boots made low thudding sounds that echoed ominously through the abandoned tunnel.
She stayed along the side. The Pure was more likely to walk right on the rusting old track.
"Get prepared for a lot of walking."

River took the flash light, and flicked it on, strolling ahead of everyone. "Stay silent, stay close, and no noise." She growled quietly.

"They probably are." Toby said under his breath. He walked behind Indigo, ready to turn off the flashlight if he heard the Pure coming. He started thinking about the key, and what it could mean. Maybe it's just a house key, and they'd rather kidnap people than hire a locksmith. Toby thought. No, that's stupid, and also over dramatic. Maybe it stands for something? Or maybe I'm overthinking and it's a literal key. He listen to everyone walking down the tunnel. He did his best to stay quiet, but his footsteps where still echoing through the place.

 

[cathloveydovey]

(Alright thats it. Misty is coming in and putting the fear of God in that child, Ella. Tell me where everyone is atm and I'll get Misty to get there as fast as she can. She can also drag Gage along if Fanci is ok with that.)

 

[FrankieDoodle]

(Alright thats it. Misty is coming in and putting the fear of God in that child, Ella. Tell me where everyone is atm and I'll get Misty to get there as fast as she can. She can also drag Gage along if Fanci is ok with that.)

( Toby, River, Indigo, Fritz, Emily, & Ella are in the underground tunnels where the building collapsed in WCBH.
Jessi, Alice, Camilla, Peter, Grace, and Brisa are at River's house. The rest are in prison cells in the Pure's hiding place.)