«We Could Be Legends»

[FrankieDoodle]

Brisa followed Toby over to Peter, feeling useless. “Is there anything I can do to help?” She asked worriedly.

Toby looked around. "Uhhh... actually, yes, if you could use these-" he handed her a pair of scissors, "-to snip off a large strip of fabric, preferably clean, from one of the Pure's uniforms, I'd appreciate that. If it's too weird or you aren't comfortable with it, I can get it."

 

[Thing2]

Toby looked around. "Uhhh... actually, yes, if you could use these-" he handed her a pair of scissors, "-to snip off a large strip of fabric, preferably clean, from one of the Pure's uniforms, I'd appreciate that. If it's too weird or you aren't comfortable with it, I can get it."

“I can do it.” Glad to be of help, she turned away and moved over to a body. Taking a deep breath and avoiding looking at the face, she unbuckled the bulletproof vest and snipped off a good-sized piece of fabric from underneath, handing it to Toby before putting the bulletproof vest on herself. It was too big but covered her upper body well, and she figured she’d probably need it soon, as Taylor’s fire defenses were getting weaker and she could see the remaining Pure lurking beyond the wall of flame.

 

[Amer]

“I can do it.” Glad to be of help, she turned away and moved over to a body. Taking a deep breath and avoiding looking at the face, she unbuckled the bulletproof vest and snipped off a good-sized piece of fabric from underneath, handing it to Toby before putting the bulletproof vest on herself. It was too big but covered her upper body well, and she figured she’d probably need it soon, as Taylor’s fire defenses were getting weaker and she could see the remaining Pure lurking beyond the wall of flame.

Indigo followed Brisa's example and picked up a vest of lightweight, resilient material. It fit perfectly over her shoulders and Indigo looked fierce and compelling, especially after she picked up a loaded pistol.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

“I can do it.” Glad to be of help, she turned away and moved over to a body. Taking a deep breath and avoiding looking at the face, she unbuckled the bulletproof vest and snipped off a good-sized piece of fabric from underneath, handing it to Toby before putting the bulletproof vest on herself. It was too big but covered her upper body well, and she figured she’d probably need it soon, as Taylor’s fire defenses were getting weaker and she could see the remaining Pure lurking beyond the wall of flame.

Indigo followed Brisa's example and picked up a vest of lightweight, resilient material. It fit perfectly over her shoulders and Indigo looked fierce and compelling, especially after she picked up a loaded pistol.

Toby looked up at Brisa and Indigo. "Smart." He said. He took the strip of fabric from Brisa. "Thanks," he wrapped it around Peter's leg. "There we go. This should stop the bleeding, with no risk to your leg." He stood up, feeling warm blood trickle down his arm. He was so focused on everyone else, he forgot about his own injury. He stared at it for a moment, then pulled his sweater off, using it to wipe up some of the blood. He grabbed a roll of duct tape, and tore a large piece off with his teeth. He quickly wrapped it around his arm and pulled his sweater back on, shivering.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

She watched in silent horror as the flame wall in front of her flickered lethally, threatening to cease at any moment. Mapleshade slunk in front of her, ears pinned flat to her skull. "Stupid wall," she was muttering.
She crept closer, watching the Inhumans on the otherside on the wall. To her, most of them looked very young. To young.
She was sure the dark haired girl she watched approach a fallen Pure had to be only fourteen or fifteen. And the boy the girl was hovering over seemed to be the same age. Of course, she saw the older Inhumans she could name, River, Ash, Misty...and Taylor, Wolfram and Lily. But they were adults.
The rest were nothing more then children like herself, forced to fight in a war they wanted no part in.

~

Wolfram didn't like being high off of solid ground, though he supposed if one were to really think about it, it was rather odd, considering he was a cat, known for their precise and elite tree-scaling abilities.
He was throughly relieved when Jessi landed above the hole, and he scrambled down her wing quickly, wincing at the sharp daggers of pain.
But then he fell to a halt. Bodies littered the ground, and, almost like a bullet driven into his chest, he spotted the little Faun laying lifeless on the pavement. She was only a child! She deserved your mercy, not your guns and knives and darts!
He drew his gaze away from the small, broken body, the feeling of suffocation clawing him, even though now he was free from the lung-burning confines of underground.
He noticed Taylor was struggling, and for some reason he could figure out why, until he saw the burning flame wall creating a sanctuary around them.
He saw Bleddyn, but didn't dare approach her. What would he say, anyway? It would be useless to ask if she is alright, because no one is alright now.
Instead, slowly he neared the Faun's body, and sank to his knees beside her. He lifted the thin wrist, pleading for even the weakest of pulses, but no life force pumped against her skin like his own did.
Slowly, he rose, turning to Taylor. "It's fight or flight now, Tay-Tay."
"I hate that nickname, you know," she panted, a weak smile on her face.
"Yeah, I know."
But before either of them could say anything more, the fire wall vanished.

 

[Thing2]

She watched in silent horror as the flame wall in front of her flickered lethally, threatening to cease at any moment. Mapleshade slunk in front of her, ears pinned flat to her skull. "Stupid wall," she was muttering.
She crept closer, watching the Inhumans on the otherside on the wall. To her, most of them looked very young. To young.
She was sure the dark haired girl she watched approach a fallen Pure had to be only fourteen or fifteen. And the boy the girl was hovering over seemed to be the same age. Of course, she saw the older Inhumans she could name, River, Ash, Misty...and Taylor, Wolfram and Lily. But they were adults.
The rest were nothing more then children like herself, forced to fight in a war they wanted no part in.

~

Wolfram didn't like being high off of solid ground, though he supposed if one were to really think about it, it was rather odd, considering he was a cat, known for their precise and elite tree-scaling abilities.
He was throughly relieved when Jessi landed above the hole, and he scrambled down her wing quickly, wincing at the sharp daggers of pain.
But then he fell to a halt. Bodies littered the ground, and, almost like a bullet driven into his chest, he spotted the little Faun laying lifeless on the pavement. She was only a child! She deserved your mercy, not your guns and knives and darts!
He drew his gaze away from the small, broken body, the feeling of suffocation clawing him, even though now he was free from the lung-burning confines of underground.
He noticed Taylor was struggling, and for some reason he could figure out why, until he saw the burning flame wall creating a sanctuary around them.
He saw Bleddyn, but didn't dare approach her. What would he say, anyway? It would be useless to ask if she is alright, because no one is alright now.
Instead, slowly he neared the Faun's body, and sank to his knees beside her. He lifted the thin wrist, pleading for even the weakest of pulses, but no life force pumped against her skin like his own did.
Slowly, he rose, turning to Taylor. "It's fight or flight now, Tay-Tay."
"I hate that nickname, you know," she panted, a weak smile on her face.
"Yeah, I know."
But before either of them could say anything more, the fire wall vanished.

(I’m intrigued...)

Brisa straightened as the flames surrounding them disappeared suddenly, bracing herself for the inevitable attack that was coming.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

She watched in silent horror as the flame wall in front of her flickered lethally, threatening to cease at any moment. Mapleshade slunk in front of her, ears pinned flat to her skull. "Stupid wall," she was muttering.
She crept closer, watching the Inhumans on the otherside on the wall. To her, most of them looked very young. To young.
She was sure the dark haired girl she watched approach a fallen Pure had to be only fourteen or fifteen. And the boy the girl was hovering over seemed to be the same age. Of course, she saw the older Inhumans she could name, River, Ash, Misty...and Taylor, Wolfram and Lily. But they were adults.
The rest were nothing more then children like herself, forced to fight in a war they wanted no part in.

~

Wolfram didn't like being high off of solid ground, though he supposed if one were to really think about it, it was rather odd, considering he was a cat, known for their precise and elite tree-scaling abilities.
He was throughly relieved when Jessi landed above the hole, and he scrambled down her wing quickly, wincing at the sharp daggers of pain.
But then he fell to a halt. Bodies littered the ground, and, almost like a bullet driven into his chest, he spotted the little Faun laying lifeless on the pavement. She was only a child! She deserved your mercy, not your guns and knives and darts!
He drew his gaze away from the small, broken body, the feeling of suffocation clawing him, even though now he was free from the lung-burning confines of underground.
He noticed Taylor was struggling, and for some reason he could figure out why, until he saw the burning flame wall creating a sanctuary around them.
He saw Bleddyn, but didn't dare approach her. What would he say, anyway? It would be useless to ask if she is alright, because no one is alright now.
Instead, slowly he neared the Faun's body, and sank to his knees beside her. He lifted the thin wrist, pleading for even the weakest of pulses, but no life force pumped against her skin like his own did.
Slowly, he rose, turning to Taylor. "It's fight or flight now, Tay-Tay."
"I hate that nickname, you know," she panted, a weak smile on her face.
"Yeah, I know."
But before either of them could say anything more, the fire wall vanished.

Toby watched as the wall of fire disappeared. His face fell, and he looked like he was on the edge of having a mental breakdown. He knew Taylor wouldn't be able to keep it up that long, but it felt like it went down too soon. No. No, why won't they leave us alone? I don't want to hurt more people. I can't hurt anyone else. But I have to, or else people will die. But if I kill people, people will still die. There's too many of them. We'll never stop them. What's even the point? Everyone must die eventually, why delay the inevitable?
No, don't panic now. Stay calm, you can freak out later. Do something good for once and fight. We can't let our friends die. He shakily grabbed the nearest gun and waited for the war to continue.

 

[Amer]

She watched in silent horror as the flame wall in front of her flickered lethally, threatening to cease at any moment. Mapleshade slunk in front of her, ears pinned flat to her skull. "Stupid wall," she was muttering.
She crept closer, watching the Inhumans on the otherside on the wall. To her, most of them looked very young. To young.
She was sure the dark haired girl she watched approach a fallen Pure had to be only fourteen or fifteen. And the boy the girl was hovering over seemed to be the same age. Of course, she saw the older Inhumans she could name, River, Ash, Misty...and Taylor, Wolfram and Lily. But they were adults.
The rest were nothing more then children like herself, forced to fight in a war they wanted no part in.

~

Wolfram didn't like being high off of solid ground, though he supposed if one were to really think about it, it was rather odd, considering he was a cat, known for their precise and elite tree-scaling abilities.
He was throughly relieved when Jessi landed above the hole, and he scrambled down her wing quickly, wincing at the sharp daggers of pain.
But then he fell to a halt. Bodies littered the ground, and, almost like a bullet driven into his chest, he spotted the little Faun laying lifeless on the pavement. She was only a child! She deserved your mercy, not your guns and knives and darts!
He drew his gaze away from the small, broken body, the feeling of suffocation clawing him, even though now he was free from the lung-burning confines of underground.
He noticed Taylor was struggling, and for some reason he could figure out why, until he saw the burning flame wall creating a sanctuary around them.
He saw Bleddyn, but didn't dare approach her. What would he say, anyway? It would be useless to ask if she is alright, because no one is alright now.
Instead, slowly he neared the Faun's body, and sank to his knees beside her. He lifted the thin wrist, pleading for even the weakest of pulses, but no life force pumped against her skin like his own did.
Slowly, he rose, turning to Taylor. "It's fight or flight now, Tay-Tay."
"I hate that nickname, you know," she panted, a weak smile on her face.
"Yeah, I know."
But before either of them could say anything more, the fire wall vanished.

"I don't want to do this again," Indigo muttered, lifting her pistol with a deep sigh as the clearing suddenly fell into darkness. She lifted her flashlight. The sky on the eastern horizon was turning a deep midnight blue color. Couldn't we call off a fight for the night?

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(I’m intrigued...)

Brisa straightened as the flames surrounding them disappeared suddenly, bracing herself for the inevitable attack that was coming.

Toby watched as the wall of fire disappeared. His face fell, and he looked like he was on the edge of having a mental breakdown. He knew Taylor wouldn't be able to keep it up that long, but it felt like it went down too soon. No. No, why won't they leave us alone? I don't want to hurt more people. I can't hurt anyone else. But I have to, or else people will die. But if I kill people, people will still die. There's too many of them. We'll never stop them. What's even the point? Everyone must die eventually, why delay the inevitable?
No, don't panic now. Stay calm, you can freak out later. Do something good for once and fight. We can't let our friends die. He shakily grabbed the nearest gun and waited for the war to continue.

"I don't want to do this again," Indigo muttered, lifting her pistol with a deep sigh as the clearing suddenly fell into darkness. She lifted her flashlight. The sky on the eastern horizon was turning a deep midnight blue color. Couldn't we call off a fight for the night?

She watched in utter trepidation as the flames fell, leaving only scorched ground between the innocent Inhuman's and Mapleshade's malignant wrath.
There was a rush of black around her as she stood, her feet practically welded to the pavement. The children...no...this is war! Children shouldn't fight in war!
She reached up suddenly, and ripped the mask from her face, her thick, long chestnut hair falling over her armor. For a moment, she hesitated, wondering what the consequences would be for her actions, surely a fatal wound or even death. But she flung herself into the heat of battle, no longer bound to Mapleshade by her own fear, and struck down one of her own comrades' without a moment's hesitation.
She would not let Mapleshade destroy the lives of the Inhuman's any longer, even if it were the last thing she did.

~

Wolfram took a trembling step backwards. There was no way this was happening. No way. He wouldn't survive a second battle, none of them would. But he scrambled for a stray gun nonetheless, within seconds the echoes of gunshots filling the clearing once more.

 

[HeavensHens88]

She watched in silent horror as the flame wall in front of her flickered lethally, threatening to cease at any moment. Mapleshade slunk in front of her, ears pinned flat to her skull. "Stupid wall," she was muttering.
She crept closer, watching the Inhumans on the otherside on the wall. To her, most of them looked very young. To young.
She was sure the dark haired girl she watched approach a fallen Pure had to be only fourteen or fifteen. And the boy the girl was hovering over seemed to be the same age. Of course, she saw the older Inhumans she could name, River, Ash, Misty...and Taylor, Wolfram and Lily. But they were adults.
The rest were nothing more then children like herself, forced to fight in a war they wanted no part in.

~

Wolfram didn't like being high off of solid ground, though he supposed if one were to really think about it, it was rather odd, considering he was a cat, known for their precise and elite tree-scaling abilities.
He was throughly relieved when Jessi landed above the hole, and he scrambled down her wing quickly, wincing at the sharp daggers of pain.
But then he fell to a halt. Bodies littered the ground, and, almost like a bullet driven into his chest, he spotted the little Faun laying lifeless on the pavement. She was only a child! She deserved your mercy, not your guns and knives and darts!
He drew his gaze away from the small, broken body, the feeling of suffocation clawing him, even though now he was free from the lung-burning confines of underground.
He noticed Taylor was struggling, and for some reason he could figure out why, until he saw the burning flame wall creating a sanctuary around them.
He saw Bleddyn, but didn't dare approach her. What would he say, anyway? It would be useless to ask if she is alright, because no one is alright now.
Instead, slowly he neared the Faun's body, and sank to his knees beside her. He lifted the thin wrist, pleading for even the weakest of pulses, but no life force pumped against her skin like his own did.
Slowly, he rose, turning to Taylor. "It's fight or flight now, Tay-Tay."
"I hate that nickname, you know," she panted, a weak smile on her face.
"Yeah, I know."
But before either of them could say anything more, the fire wall vanished.

Bleddyn had found her way into her mother's bruised arms, though it was unclear who was holding who. Despite Toby's through first aid efforts, it was clear to them both that Ash was treading a very fine rope at the edge of consciousness.
"He's really gone?" Ash's query had become a repetitive echo into her daughter's shoulder. Her trying to realize that her husband was dead was just unraveling that thinning strand drastically.
"Yeah," Bleddyn affirmed simply, trying to derive comfort from her mother's shirt.
"Did you get to talk to him?"
"No."
"Did he...okay." Ash began to straighten up with purpose, but Bleddyn collapsed forward against her. Ash staggered and her vision blinked out briefly, but she managed to remain upright.
"Mom, I'm..." Bleddyn couldn't continue and absolutely lost it.
"Shhh, shhh, shhh. It's okay, sweetie. It's okay." Ash draped her hurting arms around her shuddering daughter and drew her close.
All Ash wanted to do was dwell on and drown in the fact that she'd just lost her best friend, her soulmate, her husband, her Connor.
But she couldn't. Not now. The most precious thing left from their shattered world needed her desperately.
She was still rocking her tormented little girl when the wavering perimeter of flames abruptly sparked out.
"Okay, Dyn?" Willing the abused muscles in her arms to cooperate, she gently pressed her palms to Bleddyn's tearstained cheeks and lifted her face so that their gazes met.
That's Dad's nickname. Bleddyn's attention was wholly captured then.
"Dyn, listen to me. Your father...he wants you to stay here. For him. And I need you here. Alright? We're going to do our best to stay here for him, for all of them, okay?"