«We Could Be Legends»

[Thing2]

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 stop them. Only half of their 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 quickly rejected that spot. 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 as bodies scrambled 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."

The young man appeared above Ash as an indistinct, blurred darkness. She couldn't use her greatly wounded hands to rub her vision to clarity and nor could she shake her entire head, so she just had to be firm in the belief that this was indeed who the distinct voice insinuated and not...someone else.
"Toby," she managed hoarsely, still short of breath, after a few futile attempts to get comprehendible words out. Even before the ground's mighty convulsions, her body had been wracked by the pulsating hurt of her injuries, and now, it had only worsened considerably. "Toby, what just happened?"

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.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

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 stop them. Only half of their 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 quickly rejected that spot. 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 as bodies scrambled 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."

The young man appeared above Ash as an indistinct, blurred darkness. She couldn't use her greatly wounded hands to rub her vision to clarity and nor could she shake her entire head, so she just had to be firm in the belief that this was indeed who the distinct voice insinuated and not...someone else.
"Toby," she managed hoarsely, still short of breath, after a few futile attempts to get comprehendible words out. Even before the ground's mighty convulsions, her body had been wracked by the pulsating hurt of her injuries, and now, it had only worsened considerably. "Toby, what just happened?"

"Ow!" Toby yelped, flinching when Indigo poked his would. "Need my permission f-for... what?" He asked, looking up at her.
He turned to Ash. "H-hi, yeah, it's me," He said. He frowned when she continued to speak. "I.. I don't know. The ground opened up and swallowed your... your..." He trailed of, with a look of panic on his face. Am I seriously about to break the news that her husband is dead?

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

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."

 

[Amer]

"Ow!" Toby yelped, flinching when Indigo poked his would. "Need my permission f-for... what?" He asked, looking up at her.
He turned to Ash. "H-hi, yeah, it's me," He said. He frowned when she continued to speak. "I.. I don't know. The ground opened up and swallowed your... your..." He trailed of, with a look of panic on his face. Am I seriously about to break the news that her husband is dead?

"To clear your head. I... ugh... oh never mind; mind..." Indigo shoved her palm into her face with religious reverence. It would take too long to explain. "Just... Toby- look here," she said, wondering to where he would look as she considered the fact she did not make explicit that her eyes were the subject of interest.
He'd probably look anywhere else.
The awkwardness increased as she realized she used his first name, adding a level of intimacy to her words that was not intended.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Ow!" Toby yelped, flinching when Indigo poked his would. "Need my permission f-for... what?" He asked, looking up at her.
He turned to Ash. "H-hi, yeah, it's me," He said. He frowned when she continued to speak. "I.. I don't know. The ground opened up and swallowed your... your..." He trailed of, with a look of panic on his face. Am I seriously about to break the news that her husband is dead?

"To clear your head. I... ugh... oh never mind; mind..." Indigo shoved her palm into her face with religious reverence. It would take too long to explain. "Just... Toby- look here," she said, wondering to where he would look as she considered the fact she did not make explicit that her eyes were the subject of interest.
He'd probably look anywhere else.
The awkwardness increased as she realized she used his first name, adding an intimacy to her words- that was not intended.

"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?"

 

[RiverStorm]

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.

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.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

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.

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."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"To clear your head. I... ugh... oh never mind; mind..." Indigo shoved her palm into her face with religious reverence. It would take too long to explain. "Just... Toby- look here," she said, wondering to where he would look as she considered the fact she did not make explicit that her eyes were the subject of interest.
He'd probably look anywhere else.
The awkwardness increased as she realized she used his first name, adding a level of intimacy to her words that was not intended.

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.

"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?"

"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."

 

[Thing2]

"Ow!" Toby yelped, flinching when Indigo poked his would. "Need my permission f-for... what?" He asked, looking up at her.
He turned to Ash. "H-hi, yeah, it's me," He said. He frowned when she continued to speak. "I.. I don't know. The ground opened up and swallowed your... your..." He trailed of, with a look of panic on his face. Am I seriously about to break the news that her husband is dead?

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."

"To clear your head. I... ugh... oh never mind; mind..." Indigo shoved her palm into her face with religious reverence. It would take too long to explain. "Just... Toby- look here," she said, wondering to where he would look as she considered the fact she did not make explicit that her eyes were the subject of interest.
He'd probably look anywhere else.
The awkwardness increased as she realized she used his first name, adding a level of intimacy to her words that was not intended.

"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?"

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.

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."

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."

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

 

[Amer]

Sherri scraped at the dirt, surprised to realize she could still breathe, in a stale air sort of way. Her scratching grew frantic, a nettling jackhammer in the silence that gathered over everyone. The Hopeful Henrys were scraping at the ceiling as well, but even that stopped as their inevitable fate seized their hearts with almost as much violence as it would in the next few minutes. They would die one-by-one.
The Pure were suddenly her equals, human as individuals and dehumanized as bodies lying under the ground.
None of them spoke. A few moved, but only a little. There was not enough room to move.
Sherri could crouch, and a strange glow attracted her was absorbed by her pupils- which were desperate in their attempts to adjust to this void-like darkness. She shifted, so she could walk more comfortably. If 'comfortable' could ever describe someone stepping over bodies, some dead, some nearly so. Disturbed. That's what she was. She wondered what her last words were. She had been telling Wolfram not to let himself die, or something. She lay next to a wolf. Connor. Was he still breathing? Yes. Barely. And they were slow, labored breaths. Probably his last. Sherri pushed on. Maybe this light meant something.