«We Could Be Legends»

[RiverStorm]

"I did what I had to do, and no body should feel sorry for me because of it, because I don't want your sympathy." Wolfram snapped, refusing to look at her. It did not have to be done!
Though there was life everywhere but in front of him, Wolfram felt very alone, and sank deeper into his shredded sweatshirt, staring with hidden horror at Mapleshade's cooling corpse. "She shouldn't have died." He whispered suddenly. "None of them should have."

River suppressed a growl, and backed up a step. So this is what I get for trying to be kind, huh? "No, you don't want it and you don't need it, but I still feel it sometimes." She muttered quietly, deeply regretting having said anything.
"No, none of them should have." You're right there. She holstered her pistol, crossing her arms as a chill wind kicked up, and backed away. Best to give him space.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

The sound of a gun went off, closer to Toby than he would've liked. It didn't surprise him, after all, they were in a war with lots of guns. Yet something felt off. He pushed the thought aside, and continued to shoot the Pure. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling of death away.
After a few minutes, Toby turned around. His eyes were drawn to a woman with medium brown hair, lying in a pool of blood behind him. He took a few steps closer. She looked so familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it. He froze, staring down at the woman as the realization of who she was hit him. Her lifeless purple eyes stared up at him, unfocused and glossed over. "M-mom?" Toby mumbled, dropping to his knees. He nudged her shoulder, hoping to find some sign of life. No, she's not dead. She can't be dead. "N-no, I'm hallucinating. Please, let me just be hallucinating. She's alive. You're alive... right? Mom?" His hands clamped over her wound, in an attempt to stop the bleeding. It was pointless, seeing as she was already dead. He pulled her closer to him, cradling her head on his lap and stroked her hair, his hands shaking.
Toby's vision was blurry, and a few tears slid down his cheek. I never told her I loved her. I should've. I had so many chances. Why didn't I? I could've saved her. I've saved so many people, yet I couldn't even save my own mother? "I'm so, so sorry mom," Toby choked out, no more than a whisper. "This is all my fault. I should've saved you. If I just paid attention, you wouldn't be... you wouldn't be..." dead.

 

[Thing2]

A figure came speeding through the air and landed the midst of the battle, lifting a group of Pure in front of her twenty feet into the sky and slamming them down into the ground as hard as she could. Turning quickly, Mikki searched the battlefield for her daughter but didn’t see her. With an angry yell, she stopped the bullets whistling toward her and sent them rushing back into the man who had tried to shoot her. She noticed a huddled figure a few hundred feet from her and recognized it as Ash. “Ash!” She reached her old friend quickly, stopping in front of her. “What’s going on here?” She paused when she saw her friend’s eyes. She looked utterly broken, as if something had shattered deep within her. “Ash?” It came out as a pitiful little sound. Where are Bleddyn and Connor? Her gaze searched for them but found neither.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"I did what I had to do, and no body should feel sorry for me because of it, because I don't want your sympathy." Wolfram snapped, refusing to look at her. It did not have to be done!
Though there was life everywhere but in front of him, Wolfram felt very alone, and sank deeper into his shredded sweatshirt, staring with hidden horror at Mapleshade's cooling corpse. "She shouldn't have died." He whispered suddenly. "None of them should have."

Bleddyn detached her grasp from the tree and came up alongside River, reverent by a strange sense of disillusion. So Wolfram had killed his---their---arch nemesis. Just like that.
And now it seemed...seriously anticlimactic. Bleddyn realized that she hadn't expected this to go down so simply. Where was the last-second move that, like one of those devious UNO reverse cards, should've instead had him facing the death he intended to inflict? What about a swarm of elite backup that sprang out of nowhere?
She suddenly felt compelled to cast a probing glance around the quiet clearing. Nothing.
Yeah, after all the intricate, relentless confrontation, this was weirdly conclusive. Heck, she wouldn't have been too astonished if it turned out Maple had somehow bargained for immortality. Or maybe nine lives for the cat part of her.
Bleddyn looked at the very dead woman, her very conflicted killer, and decided to keep all of this to herself.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Bleddyn detached her grasp from the tree and came up alongside River, reverent by a strange sense of disillusion. So Wolfram had killed his---their---arch nemesis. Just like that.
And now it seemed...seriously anticlimactic. Bleddyn realized that she hadn't expected this to go down so simply. Where was the last-second move that, like one of those devious UNO reverse cards, should've instead had him facing the death he intended to inflict? What about a swarm of elite backup that sprang out of nowhere?
She suddenly felt compelled to cast a probing glance around the quiet clearing. Nothing.
Yeah, after all the intricate, relentless confrontation, this was weirdly conclusive. Heck, she wouldn't have been too astonished if it turned out Maple had somehow bargained for immortality. Or maybe nine lives for the cat part of her.
Bleddyn looked at the very dead woman, her very conflicted killer, and decided to keep all of this to herself.

River suppressed a growl, and backed up a step. So this is what I get for trying to be kind, huh? "No, you don't want it and you don't need it, but I still feel it sometimes." She muttered quietly, deeply regretting having said anything.
"No, none of them should have." You're right there. She holstered her pistol, crossing her arms as a chill wind kicked up, and backed away. Best to give him space.

Wolfram didn't speak a single word as his reached forward, pulling the blade from Mapleshade's throat, though something felt so off as he took it, like he missed something. Slowly, he rose to his feet, staring at the blood coated blade. He gave a involuntary shudder, turning slowly, again having that sense of dread that he missed some vital information. He glanced between Bleddyn and River, though he found his vision was to hazy for him to focus on one of them simply. "It was to easy. Way to easy. Don't get me wrong...she could have turned immortal or something like that...but that...was..." Suddenly he couldn't really focus on speaking, because when he turned to beckon at the dead shifter, something caught his eye. Something he hadn't expected. Mapleshade's lifeless, hazed eye was not green.
It was dark brown.
Slowly, he dragged his gaze to look at Bleddyn and River again. I knew it...it was to easy...to easy...Mapleshade wouldn't have just given up like that, she had a gun, knives...
The conclusion he came to was utterly horrifying. "That's not Mapleshade."

 

[HeavensHens88]

A figure came speeding through the air and landed the midst of the battle, lifting a group of Pure in front of her twenty feet into the sky and slamming them down into the ground as hard as she could. Turning quickly, Mikki searched the battlefield for her daughter but didn’t see her. With an angry yell, she stopped the bullets whistling toward her and sent them rushing back into the man who had tried to shoot her. She noticed a huddled figure a few hundred feet from her and recognized it as Ash. “Ash!” She reached her old friend quickly, stopping in front of her. “What’s going on here?” She paused when she saw her friend’s eyes. She looked utterly broken, as if something had shattered deep within her. “Ash?” It came out as a pitiful little sound. Where are Bleddyn and Connor? Her gaze searched for them but found neither.

It took Ash a minute to straighten her skittish eyes out enough to realize who was in front of her. "Brisa's fine," she offered hoarsely, knowing the immediate fear of a mother. "Worn down and probably in need of a hug, though. She's in one of our vans."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram didn't speak a single word as his reached forward, pulling the blade from Mapleshade's throat, though something felt so off as he took it, like he missed something. Slowly, he rose to his feet, staring at the blood coated blade. He gave a involuntary shudder, turning slowly, again having that sense of dread that he missed some vital information. He glanced between Bleddyn and River, though he found his vision was to hazy for him to focus on one of them simply. "It was to easy. Way to easy. Don't get me wrong...she could have turned immortal or something like that...but that...was..." Suddenly he couldn't really focus on speaking, because when he turned to beckon at the dead shifter, something caught his eye. Something he hadn't expected. Mapleshade's lifeless, hazed eye was not green.
It was dark brown.
Slowly, he dragged his gaze to look at Bleddyn and River again. I knew it...it was to easy...to easy...Mapleshade wouldn't have just given up like that, she had a gun, knives...
The conclusion he came to was utterly horrifying. "That's not Mapleshade."

Bleddyn threw up her hands and the gun went flying across the glade.
"WELL BEING RIGHT IS JUST GREAT."

 

[Thing2]

It took Ash a minute to straighten her skittish eyes out enough to realize who was in front of her. "Brisa's fine," she offered hoarsely, knowing the immediate fear of a mother. "Worn down and probably in need of a hug, though. She's in one of our vans."

Mikki nodded, an unconscious sigh of relief leaving her lips. As she turned to go she looked back at Ash. “Are you... okay? That was a stupid question. Maybe you could go sit in one of the vans too. It’s a lot safer than being out here.”

 

[HeavensHens88]

Mikki nodded, an unconscious sigh of relief leaving her lips. As she turned to go she looked back at Ash. “Are you... okay? That was a stupid question. Maybe you could go sit in one of the vans too. It’s a lot safer than being out here.”

My sister and brother-in-law are dead, my husband is dead, and likely I just let my daughter go die.
Not about to let on, Ash sighed as she stubbornly tried to keep the image of her longtime friend in focus. Her knees were begging to buckle beneath her. "Not too much use out here like this, am I?"

 

[Thing2]

My sister and brother-in-law are dead, my husband is dead, and likely I just let my daughter go die.
Not about to let on, Ash sighed as she stubbornly tried to keep the image of her longtime friend in focus. Her knees were begging to buckle beneath her. "Not too much use out here like this, am I?"

“I guess not,” Mikki replied, her eyebrows furrowing in concern at her friend’s weakness. She reached out and helped her stand, nervously letting go when Ash stood on her feet and keeping an worried eye on her. “Can you walk? I can float you if that’s easier on you.” She offered.