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[Thing2]

They're tiring. If I can just keep this up a little longer... Jessi flew to Brisa and grabbed the back of her shirt, lifting her away from the fire. She saw the blade sticking out of Brisa and winced. She looked around for Toby, but she could find him. If he's dead in a ditch somewhere, I'm going to kill him. She tore a strip of fabric from someone's shirt and tossed it to Brisa. That was all she could in wyvern form, and she flew back to attack Mapleshade and Shadow.

Brisa sat up after Jessi had set her down and firmly pressed the fabric to her shoulder, biting down a pained yell. She knew enough not to take out the knife, but her arm was starting to feel weird and she was in a lot of pain whenever she moved. She unsteadily got to her feet, her eyes flickering to black as she used her power to heave a large rock at Shadow. He was faltering, she could tell, and maybe if both Jessi and her attacked at once they could beat him. But she was wavering too, and her vision was starting to blur from loss of blood, hunger, and overall weakness.


Mikki couldn’t see well from above due the to the smoke and flame blocking her path, but she had thought she had seen her daughter fighting, and she sent up a silent prayer for her.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Peter appeared in front of Mapleshade, wielding a metal pole he had found somewhere. Unfortunately, due to his terrible timing, a wall of blue flames burst into existence right in front of him, sucking the oxygen out of his lungs. He disappeared just in time as the fire swept over the place he had been standing seconds before. Peter materialised out of nothing by Mikki, stumbling back and collapsing in a sitting position. "That's not ideal," he said, as he realized his whole body felt like it was buzzing.

 

[Thing2]

Peter appeared in front of Mapleshade, wielding a metal pole he had found somewhere. Unfortunately, due to his terrible timing, a wall of blue flames burst into existence right in front of him, sucking the oxygen out of his lungs. He disappeared just in time as the fire swept over the place he had been standing seconds before. Peter materialised out of nothing by Mikki, stumbling back and collapsing in a sitting position. "That's not ideal," he said, as he realized his whole body felt like it was buzzing.

“Are you okay?” Mikki asked worriedly, kneeling beside him. “That was close.”

 

[Amer]

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."

"Mother?" Indigo blinked, trying to comprehend this new revelation. It had to be her. Only No-Name would pull something as dirty as this... Only No-Name would play the different parts of a story like a puppeteer, lifting all her dolls at already determined times. She was playing them all into her hands. No-Name was nobody's mother, and everyone's mother as well.
She's my mother. Whether this was No-Name or not, dark memories shoved past a wall Indigo had been building in her mind, reputable to be unbreakable, built out of will and her own mental strength. But it had all been compromised in these taxing few days.
Now I use it all to protect these people.
Without further delay, flashes of fear, anger and disappointment flew through her mind. To a scene of running, an Indigo running -barely an adult at the time. To a new life. But she followed me.
It's her, It's her. I can't fight her again.
Indigo ran like a coward back to where the great white van used to be and next to Toby.
He might understand. If I'm not too cowardly about it.
"I think that might be No- Name," she said.
Just as a great blue-and-yellow wall of flames arrived, like a funeral pyre gone wrong.
~
Sherri felt the heat, and it hurt. Burning to death, that was supposed to be the worst way to die. I was supposed to have kids, marry quiet Joe Haroldsen or handsome Mark Vanderbloomen. It shouldn't have to end this way.
It was brutal. I get to wake up just in time to realise the struggle I went through, all the work I went to to achieve something was ultimately worthless. Hey, maybe I have it better than them, though. I get to go to a better place, while the rest of them have to keep fighting.
The fire hit her. Just as Sherri was about to turn into a pile of ashes, she saw a glowing light beside her.
Maybe she'll get out ok.
A glowing golden face, and then nothing. Only dust.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Brisa sat up after Jessi had set her down and firmly pressed the fabric to her shoulder, biting down a pained yell. She knew enough not to take out the knife, but her arm was starting to feel weird and she was in a lot of pain whenever she moved. She unsteadily got to her feet, her eyes flickering to black as she used her power to heave a large rock at Shadow. He was faltering, she could tell, and maybe if both Jessi and her attacked at once they could beat him. But she was wavering too, and her vision was starting to blur from loss of blood, hunger, and overall weakness.


Mikki couldn’t see well from above due the to the smoke and flame blocking her path, but she had thought she had seen her daughter fighting, and she sent up a silent prayer for her.

Peter appeared in front of Mapleshade, wielding a metal pole he had found somewhere. Unfortunately, due to his terrible timing, a wall of blue flames burst into existence right in front of him, sucking the oxygen out of his lungs. He disappeared just in time as the fire swept over the place he had been standing seconds before. Peter materialised out of nothing by Mikki, stumbling back and collapsing in a sitting position. "That's not ideal," he said, as he realized his whole body felt like it was buzzing.

"Mother?" Indigo blinked, trying to comprehend this new revelation. It had to be her. Only No-Name would pull something as dirty as this... Only No-Name would play the different parts of a story like a puppeteer, lifting all her dolls at already determined times. She was playing them all into her hands. No-Name was nobody's mother, and everyone's mother as well.
She's my mother. Whether this was No-Name or not, dark memories shoved past a wall Indigo had been building in her mind, reputable to be unbreakable, built out of will and her own mental strength. But it had all been compromised in these taxing few days.
Now I use it all to protect these people.
Without further delay, flashes of fear, anger and disappointment flew through her mind. To a scene of running, an Indigo running -barely an adult at the time. To a new life. But she followed me.
It's her, It's her. I can't fight her again.
Indigo ran like a coward back to where the great white van used to be and next to Toby.
He might understand. If I'm not too cowardly about it.
"I think that might be No- Name," she said.
Just as a great blue-and-yellow wall of flames arrived, like a funeral pyre gone wrong.
~
Sherri felt the heat, and it hurt. Burning to death, that was supposed to be the worst way to die. I was supposed to have kids, marry quiet Joe Haroldsen or handsome Mark Vanderbloomen. It shouldn't have to end this way.
It was brutal. I get to wake up just in time to realise the struggle I went through, all the work I went to to achieve something was ultimately worthless. Hey, maybe I have it better than them, though. I get to go to a better place, while the rest of them have to keep fighting.
The fire hit her. Just as Sherri was about to turn into a pile of ashes, she saw a glowing light beside her.
Maybe she'll get out ok.
A glowing golden face, and then nothing. Only dust.

Taylor felt like she was burning to death. She could only feel the utterly unbearable scorching heat licking at her skin, charring it black. Blue, gray, yellow, and black flames enveloped her tightly. With every last remaining strength in her body, she bent what little light was in her hands, and made almost a cavern for herself in the flames.
It was hot. Unbearably. But she wasn't burning to death either, so she supposed it was better then nothing.

~

"Higher, Shadow, higher!" Mapleshade scrambled to her feet, pelting to his side.
Shadow glanced down at her, recoiling slightly as he saw the diabolical, physcotic look gleaming in her eyes. "I can only do so much, Maple," he hissed, his voice wavering.
Without so much as a simple warning, a violent bang split the air, and the blue flames fell. Like waves they crashed over everything in there wake, and vanished through the trees leaving the trees shaking in it's wake, until a deathly silence fell.
Shadow fell beside Mapleshade, gasping frantically for breath, but she paid no attention to him. Instead her gaze was on her men, who had stopped dead, staring. "What are you waiting for?!" She shrieked, flaring with fury.
"Kill them!"

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"Mother?" Indigo blinked, trying to comprehend this new revelation. It had to be her. Only No-Name would pull something as dirty as this... Only No-Name would play the different parts of a story like a puppeteer, lifting all her dolls at already determined times. She was playing them all into her hands. No-Name was nobody's mother, and everyone's mother as well.
She's my mother. Whether this was No-Name or not, dark memories shoved past a wall Indigo had been building in her mind, reputable to be unbreakable, built out of will and her own mental strength. But it had all been compromised in these taxing few days.
Now I use it all to protect these people.
Without further delay, flashes of fear, anger and disappointment flew through her mind. To a scene of running, an Indigo running -barely an adult at the time. To a new life. But she followed me.
It's her, It's her. I can't fight her again.
Indigo ran like a coward back to where the great white van used to be and next to Toby.
He might understand. If I'm not too cowardly about it.
"I think that might be No- Name," she said.
Just as a great blue-and-yellow wall of flames arrived, like a funeral pyre gone wrong.
~
Sherri felt the heat, and it hurt. Burning to death, that was supposed to be the worst way to die. I was supposed to have kids, marry quiet Joe Haroldsen or handsome Mark Vanderbloomen. It shouldn't have to end this way.
It was brutal. I get to wake up just in time to realise the struggle I went through, all the work I went to to achieve something was ultimately worthless. Hey, maybe I have it better than them, though. I get to go to a better place, while the rest of them have to keep fighting.
The fire hit her. Just as Sherri was about to turn into a pile of ashes, she saw a glowing light beside her.
Maybe she'll get out ok.
A glowing golden face, and then nothing. Only dust.

Toby was faintly aware of someone coming up next to him. All he caught were the words 'No-Name', so he assumed it must be Indigo. He looked up. His eyes lacked their normal rainbow sheen, and his skin was ghostly pale. "What... happened?" He asked quietly, choking back the tears that were threatening to start again. He turned and watched as the flames grew closer towards them, showing no signs of moving.

 

[Thing2]

Taylor felt like she was burning to death. She could only feel the utterly unbearable scorching heat licking at her skin, charring it black. Blue, gray, yellow, and black flames enveloped her tightly. With every last remaining strength in her body, she bent what little light was in her hands, and made almost a cavern for herself in the flames.
It was hot. Unbearably. But she wasn't burning to death either, so she supposed it was better then nothing.

~

"Higher, Shadow, higher!" Mapleshade scrambled to her feet, pelting to his side.
Shadow glanced down at her, recoiling slightly as he saw the diabolical, physcotic look gleaming in her eyes. "I can only do so much, Maple," he hissed, his voice wavering.
Without so much as a simple warning, a violent bang split the air, and the blue flames fell. Like waves they crashed over everything in there wake, and vanished through the trees leaving the trees shaking in it's wake, until a deathly silence fell.
Shadow fell beside Mapleshade, gasping frantically for breath, but she paid no attention to him. Instead her gaze was on her men, who had stopped dead, staring. "What are you waiting for?!" She shrieked, flaring with fury.
"Kill them!"

Brisa flinched as the flames came rolling at her, throwing up her uninjured arm to protect her face. There was a long moment of intense heat, and she let out a yell as it burned her arm and legs, which it hit straight on. Then the roaring sound of the fire faded away as the wave crashed over her. She gingerly lowered and looked at her arm, seeing a raw pink color as more pain spread through her body. Her head jerked up at Mapleshade’s furious yell, and she gathered the rocks and other loose materials surrounding her into a flimsy wall that floated around her. Adrenaline alone was keeping her going, numbing out her pain. She didn’t know where the strength of her powers was coming from though. It was a new feeling, being able to do things almost effortlessly, and she liked it.

 

[HeavensHens88]

“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.

"Guys? Guys, I hate to panic you, but we have a problem." Taylor ceased her obsessive tapping on Ash's shoulder to point at the cat eared, ginger and black haired woman leaping in and out of battle. "I thought Wolfram and your daughter went into the woods to find her?"

“So that’s Mapleshade?” Mikki asked, watching the shifter fight with narrowed eyes. “Sorry, I don’t know much about this situation yet. Where did they go into the woods? Maybe we can find them quickly.”

(I kinda regret knocking out Brisa and bringing Mikki into this because I suck at playing two charries at once and now Mikki’s becoming too involved and is being put in situations that I’d rather have Brisa in. What do I do? )

(I have that problem sometimes XD erm mm....idk.)

"That's Mapleshade." Taylor growled. "I don't know which way they went. I wasn't paying all that much attention, and Wolfram just took off. Ash? Do you—" Her voice was cut of as a massive bang split the air and the ground shook. She whirled, the spot were some shifters and fire-benders had been standing and fighting furiously was burning with blue-gray flame. Her gaze flickered to Mapleshade, watching the shifter whisper to a very tall man, cloaked in shadows. "Ok then," she whimpered in a small voice. "Mapleshade is so much smarter then we thought, and I don't know what we are going to do."

“Who’s that?” Judging by Taylor’s reaction it seemed like she knew who the frightening man was. “He seems powerful.”

(Ignore my awful writing . I’m not super inspired atm.)

Brisa jumped at the sound of a nearby explosion, crawling forward to look out the side window. She saw her mom standing by Ash and Taylor and breathed a sigh of relief that she was okay. Then she noticed a tall, shadowy figure talking to Mapleshade. Where are Wolfram, Jessi, and Bleddyn? She wondered, noticing their absence from the fight. A sinking feeling filling her stomach, she tried to focus on the man but couldn’t quite seem to. She attributed it to her wonky vision but couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he didn’t even have a solid outline. She felt a little better after resting, and the water Toby had given her had seemed to help, so she opened her car door and slid carefully to the ground, testing her balance. She almost fell over, so she pulled herself back into the safety of the car and slammed the door shut behind her. Sliding across the seat to the window that was facing the battlefield, she found that it was rolled down about five inches. “Yes!” Her voice still sounded strange. Putting one foot on the floor and her knee on the seat, she stuck her gun’s barrel through the crack and sighted down it, firing and dropping a Pure member fighting nearby.

"I'm not sure, but I do know that if Mapleshade has someone like him on her side, then we're better off dead." Taylor murmured. The cloaked man lifted his head, vibrant blue and yellow eyes looking across the battlefield from the shadows of his hood. There as a roar as blue-gray flames rose from the ground, obscuring all vision.
There was sharp shrieks of terror and agony, and Taylor backed away, even though the flames weren't near them. "We have to find Bleddyn, River and Wolfram. Now."

River turned back to him, eyes focusing on the body beside him, and she strode forward, inspecting the corpse and pausing when she saw the brown eye. "Great." She moaned, turning to him. "That's just great. She could be anywhere and planning anything."

Camilla whirled, her eyes widening as she was met with the sight of blueish-grey fire springing up from the scuffed up soil, and racing towards her. She tensed, rooted to the spot where she stood, her heart beginning to leap into sporadic beats, when something gripped onto her shoulder, yanking her back away from the flames and dragging her to a considerately safer zone of the battle field.
She turned hurriedly, nearly ramming into Finlay as his hand slid off her shoulder. "You okay, Cam?"
She gave her cousin a quick nod, noticing with off-hand amusement that his left hand still was clutching a piece of wood. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She murmured, turning back to steal a glance at the flames, her eyes pausing on a man wearing a shadowy hood, before the odd flames rose higher and obscured her vision of him.

Wolfram froze in place suddenly, every muscle rigid and tensed. The ground beneath his feet shuddered and vibrated, and he glanced up momentarily at Bleddyn, wondering if she had done something to cause the ground to open once more. But there were no spiraling scars in the ground this time. A massive, freezing wind spread through the forest, leaves whipping wildly.
Slowly he turned back to River, trepidation clear in his eyes. "Like planning to murder every single one of us in the cruelest and most morbid way possible? Yeah, I think your right." He flexed his fingers, nails forming oddly into claws on his fingertips.
"We have to get back. Who knows what she's doing now..."

Mikki nodded, glancing anxiously toward the vans where her daughter was, then back at Taylor. “Where do you think they might have gone in? An idea of their location is better than nothing.” She began to float upward. “I can fly above the battlefield and make it easier for you guys to get to the woods quickly.” She offered.



Downing yet another Pure, Brisa aimed at a tall woman and pulled the trigger. Click. Frustrated, she reached beside her for the extra ammo Toby had given her and her hand came up empty. Great, this is really what I need right now! She thought angrily, sinking backwards so she wouldn’t be detected. Then she noticed that the keys were still in the ignition in the front of the car. Climbing forward into the front seat, she tested her vision and found it to be almost entirely steady. Taking a deep breath, she started the car and rolled up the windows. You don’t start learning to drive until you’re sixteen! Her brain shouted at her. Why did Mom have to make me wait an extra year? She wondered as she pressed the gas and the car jumped forward. “Darn, that’s more sensitive than I thought it’d be.” She said out loud, reapplying pressure more gently this time. She carefully turned the car toward the battlefield and then floored it, driving at full speed at Mapleshade and the strange cloaked man. Why not? A strangely calm part of her brain asked, while every other part of her was screaming to stop as Inhumans and Pure members alike jumped out of her way.

Jessi looked up to see a car hurtling towards her, with Brisa driving it. Well that was unexpected. She thought, flying up to avoid being hit. She swooped down and chomped an unlucky person in half, spitting out his torso. She used her wing to salute Brisa and smiled at her, revealing her sharp, bloody fangs.

Brisa flinched as she narrowly missed mowing down Jessi, her eyes growing wider at her friend’s blood-covered face. She returned a strained smile as she passed, hurtling forward, her arms locked tight on the steering wheel as the van bounced over the war torn ground.

"I think...I think Wolf went that way," Taylor jerked her head a little bit to the left were the brambles were clear enough for someone to get through. "Who is driving that car?"

~

Mapleshade whipped around at the sound of a engine, and let out a high-pitched yelp of shock. But she didn't have time to move on her own, because shadows enveloped her, dragging her quickly from harms way. She staggered to regained her balance, looking up to see who had saved her. The cloaked man was watching her emotionlessly, and thew back his hood to look at her better. One bright blue eye, and one bright yellow gleamed against his pale skin, and his pale blonde hair was stark against the blue gray flames behind him.
"Thanks, Shadow."
"No problem, Miss." He swept into a bow, and then straightened up quickly, and glared at the van. He raised his hands slightly, the windows of the van shattering into thousands of shards of glass.

Jessi flew towards Mapleshade and the strange man, breathing fire in their direction. She suddenly swerved, her claws raking against Shadow's arm, flying back towards the car to save Brisa from the bullet that was coming at her. The bullet bounced off her scales, and she flew back towards Mapleshade and Shadow.

Brisa cursed as Mapleshade was swept out of the way of the van and had slowed down to turn when the windows shattered. She threw up her hands to protect her face and the car came to a halt. A flood of anger began to boil within her, lending her strength as she lowered her hands and pulled a few big shards of glass out of them with shaky fingers. She wasn’t sure if they shook from shock or anger though. She slammed open the door of the van with her powers, adrenaline giving her the ability to climb out of it and stand defiantly, her vision fixed on the two figures standing nearby. With an angry yell, she gathered the shards of glass from the car and held them in front of her as she advanced, sending them streaming toward Mapleshade and Shadow. They made a whistling noise as they spread out and sped forward, coming back together again as they neared the two.

Mapleshade hardly had time to react as fire scorched at her feet, and she shifted suddenly, pelting away as a massive dragon flew toward them. She stopped, watching as Shadow was clawed and knocked down. She yowled, pelting toward him and shifting mid-run. "Shadow!" She dropped to her knees, frantically searching for his wound.
"Look out!" He gasped, scrambling to his feet.
Without looking to see what was happening, she snatched a knife from her belt, without a word flung it full force at Jessi.
Suddenly she was flung backward, blue-gray flame obscuring her vision as Shadow's flames swallowed the shards of glass with a soul-shaking screech. Mapleshade hit the ground, and rolled to avoid landing in a lake of blood. Scrambling to her feet, shaking, the flames ceased, but bullets pelted toward them. She shrieked as one decided to lodge deep inside her forearm which she had raised to protect her face.
Gasping from pain, and darted to Shadow's side, glancing up at him. Agony was etched clearly on his sharp features, blood raining the ground from his forearm.
With a shriek of utter fury, Mapleshade took the last knife from her belt, and flung it at Brisa, a diabolical grin on her face.

The knife hit Brisa in the shoulder, knocking her to the ground as it imbedded itself in her skin. Blood bubbled up from the place of impact, staining the yellow fabric of her dress a shocking red and pulsing with each frantic beat of her heart, and its bright color surprised her. A wave of warmth spread through her body, the knife at its epicenter, and then the pain hit. She bit her lip to hold in a scream, a strangled sound emerging as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to take a deep breath.

Shrieking with delighted laughter as the knife hit her target, Mapleshade's eyes glittered with malicious intent. She glanced at Shadow, slightly worried for his wound, but more intent on her successful hit. "Who are the weak ones now?!" She grinned manically. "Your silly little tactics can't stop us, you know." She glanced at Shadow. "Do your worst." She growled, and then looked back at Jessi and Brisa, and now Taylor, who was frantically trying to bend the dying light. She gave a innocent grin, and waved. "Say night-night!" She purred, blue gray flames rising from the ground, and slamming full force towards the three heroes.

Jessi roared in pain as the dagger ripped open her wing. She flew towards them, but swerved suddenly as a wall of blue fire appeared in front of her. She didn't know if it could hurt her, but she didn't want to take the chance. It was painful to fly with her new wound, and she wished Wolfram or someone else would sneak behind Maple and kill her while she was distracted.
Jessi flew at them again, this time flying over the fire. She felt the heat of the flames scorch the underside of her scales, but she pushed the pain aside, breathing another ball of fire.

Mapleshade saw the ball of fire flying towards her, and she wondered for a moment if it was going to kill her. But it didn't have a chance to reach her, because blue flame created a cove around her, not touching her, but it was swallowed the flame ball. She saw Shadow obviously struggled, sweating perfusly, as the cove fell away, leaving her unharmed, but now in the open.

Brisa’s eyes widened as the flames rushed towards her, and she scrambled to her feet, her shoulder screaming and blood spurting at the sudden movement. She stumbled as quickly as she could away from the fire, it’s heat licking at her ankles. Just as the thought crossed her mind that she might make it she tripped and fell. Letting out a squeal of fear, she scrambled farther, but she knew she wouldn’t make it. She fell to her knees and curled into a ball as the flames surrounded her, burying her head in her skirts as her back took the brunt of the white-hot heat and the knife twisted further into her shoulder. As soon as the wall of flames passed her she rolled, smacking out the flames that clung to her dress with her bare hands and crushing the heat out of the burnt fabric on her back.

They're tiring. If I can just keep this up a little longer... Jessi flew to Brisa and grabbed the back of her shirt, lifting her away from the fire. She saw the blade sticking out of Brisa and winced. She looked around for Toby, but she could find him. If he's dead in a ditch somewhere, I'm going to kill him. She tore a strip of fabric from someone's shirt and tossed it to Brisa. That was all she could in wyvern form, and she flew back to attack Mapleshade and Shadow.

Brisa sat up after Jessi had set her down and firmly pressed the fabric to her shoulder, biting down a pained yell. She knew enough not to take out the knife, but her arm was starting to feel weird and she was in a lot of pain whenever she moved. She unsteadily got to her feet, her eyes flickering to black as she used her power to heave a large rock at Shadow. He was faltering, she could tell, and maybe if both Jessi and her attacked at once they could beat him. But she was wavering too, and her vision was starting to blur from loss of blood, hunger, and overall weakness.


Mikki couldn’t see well from above due the to the smoke and flame blocking her path, but she had thought she had seen her daughter fighting, and she sent up a silent prayer for her.

Peter appeared in front of Mapleshade, wielding a metal pole he had found somewhere. Unfortunately, due to his terrible timing, a wall of blue flames burst into existence right in front of him, sucking the oxygen out of his lungs. He disappeared just in time as the fire swept over the place he had been standing seconds before. Peter materialised out of nothing by Mikki, stumbling back and collapsing in a sitting position. "That's not ideal," he said, as he realized his whole body felt like it was buzzing.

“Are you okay?” Mikki asked worriedly, kneeling beside him. “That was close.”

"Mother?" Indigo blinked, trying to comprehend this new revelation. It had to be her. Only No-Name would pull something as dirty as this... Only No-Name would play the different parts of a story like a puppeteer, lifting all her dolls at already determined times. She was playing them all into her hands. No-Name was nobody's mother, and everyone's mother as well.
She's my mother. Whether this was No-Name or not, dark memories shoved past a wall Indigo had been building in her mind, reputable to be unbreakable, built out of will and her own mental strength. But it had all been compromised in these taxing few days.
Now I use it all to protect these people.
Without further delay, flashes of fear, anger and disappointment flew through her mind. To a scene of running, an Indigo running -barely an adult at the time. To a new life. But she followed me.
It's her, It's her. I can't fight her again.
Indigo ran like a coward back to where the great white van used to be and next to Toby.
He might understand. If I'm not too cowardly about it.
"I think that might be No- Name," she said.
Just as a great blue-and-yellow wall of flames arrived, like a funeral pyre gone wrong.
~
Sherri felt the heat, and it hurt. Burning to death, that was supposed to be the worst way to die. I was supposed to have kids, marry quiet Joe Haroldsen or handsome Mark Vanderbloomen. It shouldn't have to end this way.
It was brutal. I get to wake up just in time to realise the struggle I went through, all the work I went to to achieve something was ultimately worthless. Hey, maybe I have it better than them, though. I get to go to a better place, while the rest of them have to keep fighting.
The fire hit her. Just as Sherri was about to turn into a pile of ashes, she saw a glowing light beside her.
Maybe she'll get out ok.
A glowing golden face, and then nothing. Only dust.

Taylor felt like she was burning to death. She could only feel the utterly unbearable scorching heat licking at her skin, charring it black. Blue, gray, yellow, and black flames enveloped her tightly. With every last remaining strength in her body, she bent what little light was in her hands, and made almost a cavern for herself in the flames.
It was hot. Unbearably. But she wasn't burning to death either, so she supposed it was better then nothing.

~

"Higher, Shadow, higher!" Mapleshade scrambled to her feet, pelting to his side.
Shadow glanced down at her, recoiling slightly as he saw the diabolical, physcotic look gleaming in her eyes. "I can only do so much, Maple," he hissed, his voice wavering.
Without so much as a simple warning, a violent bang split the air, and the blue flames fell. Like waves they crashed over everything in there wake, and vanished through the trees leaving the trees shaking in it's wake, until a deathly silence fell.
Shadow fell beside Mapleshade, gasping frantically for breath, but she paid no attention to him. Instead her gaze was on her men, who had stopped dead, staring. "What are you waiting for?!" She shrieked, flaring with fury.
"Kill them!"

Toby was faintly aware of someone coming up next to him. All he caught were the words 'No-Name', so he assumed it must be Indigo. He looked up. His eyes lacked their normal rainbow sheen, and his skin was ghostly pale. "What... happened?" He asked quietly, choking back the tears that were threatening to start again. He turned and watched as the flames grew closer towards them, showing no signs of moving.

Ash was absolutely frantic. She felt far too great a responsibility for all these kids to even consider sheltering in a vehicle now. "Mikki, who are we missing?" she demanded as furious devastation roared around them. Seeing Peter materialize beside Mikki gave her a second's sense of relief. But that second's worth alone. Then she was once again swamped with the immensity of every imperiled life.
No matter what, she had to see every single one of her nieces and nephews home safely.
Alice- still asleep in a van. Camilla, Lachlan, Finlay- here, but where?
Toby, Jessi---Ash glanced up at the darkened sky and the pink wyvern that occupied it--- there she is and he's somewhere down here.
Bleddyn, Wolfram....somewhere far from the reaches of that horrid blaze. Please.
Sherri- out there...
Peter, here, and...
"Peter, your sister." Ash knelt down next to the frazzled boy, reaching for his arm with bandaged, dead fingers. "Where did you last see her?"

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

The heat that flooded the forest was scorching. The wind that raked the dark wood rattled the trees violently, whipping past the living that resided inside the woods.
The sun had dipped behind the trees, causing the violently scorching wind to feel even more unnatural then normal. The screeching wind carried ash with it, along with various leaves and anything it could carry with it.
Abruptly, it stopped. But to describe it better was to say the wind fell, because it stopped in its tracks so abruptly, leaves fluttering to the ground. In the fallen winds wake, it carried utter silence. A eerie silence, to silent to be normal, in fact.
Wolfram had never associated silence with something frightful or bad. Quite the contrary, in fact. He had always found it peaceful and comforting. Silence was a escape from the harsh reality they lived in. But this time it was different, because it was too quiet. No birds chirped. No grass whistled softly. His acute hearing couldn't even pick up the soft paw steps of mice or clicking of crickets and grasshoppers.
It was, in fact, as if life had stopped moving completely.
For several moments all he could hear was his violently beating heart, hammering a tattoo against his rib cage, and his own ragged breathing. Then, from somewhere beyond the darkening wood, a incandescent shriek sounded, rippling through the air, disquietude and terror following in it's wake. The blue-eyed shifter knew the shriek all to well, able to place the voice instantly. Mapleshade.
He dragged his gaze from the wolf-shifter behind him, and crept slowly across the clearing to reach Bleddyn. He pleaded for the sounds of battle that had ensued in the clearing beyond to stop, but nothing would answer to his silent pleas as he stopped beside Bleddyn, his hazy gaze fixated on her.
He found it odd that only now he realized the brilliance of her blue eyes. They were stark against her bleeding, dirt-coated face, bright and glittering whilst the rest of her was dulled and worn from the harshness of being thrown beneath the literal ground. Wounds married every section of her skin; and just like all of them she looked very bad.
And...oddly, very pretty at the same time.
No. Wolfram quickly shook the thought from his head, bemused and slightly horrified that he had that thought then and there. Quickly, he shoved it aside, scrambling for the right words.
"Can you make me one promise, Dyn?" He murmured, his eyes flickering toward the broken path behind her, and then back to her. His voice was hoarse, and it hurt to speak. "Promise me that no matter what you won't follow me. Promise me you will stay here." Away from the battle. Away from harm. Away from Mapleshade's wrath. Away from the scene where the rest of your family could possibly be dead.
"Please?"

 

[HeavensHens88]

The heat that flooded the forest was scorching. The wind that raked the dark wood rattled the trees violently, whipping past the living that resided inside the woods.
The sun had dipped behind the trees, causing the violently scorching wind to feel even more unnatural then normal. The screeching wind carried ash with it, along with various leaves and anything it could carry with it.
Abruptly, it stopped. But to describe it better was to say the wind fell, because it stopped in its tracks so abruptly, leaves fluttering to the ground. In the fallen winds wake, it carried utter silence. A eerie silence, to silent to be normal, in fact.
Wolfram had never associated silence with something frightful or bad. Quite the contrary, in fact. He had always found it peaceful and comforting. Silence was a escape from the harsh reality they lived in. But this time it was different, because it was too quiet. No birds chirped. No grass whistled softly. His acute hearing couldn't even pick up the soft paw steps of mice or clicking of crickets and grasshoppers.
It was, in fact, as if life had stopped moving completely.
For several moments all he could hear was his violently beating heart, hammering a tattoo against his rib cage, and his own ragged breathing. Then, from somewhere beyond the darkening wood, a incandescent shriek sounded, rippling through the air, disquietude and terror following in it's wake. The blue-eyed shifter knew the shriek all to well, able to place the voice instantly. Mapleshade.
He dragged his gaze from the wolf-shifter behind him, and crept slowly across the clearing to reach Bleddyn. He pleaded for the sounds of battle that had ensued in the clearing beyond to stop, but nothing would answer to his silent pleas as he stopped beside Bleddyn, his hazy gaze fixated on her.
He found it odd that only now he realized the brilliance of her blue eyes. They were stark against her bleeding, dirt-coated face, bright and glittering whilst the rest of her was dulled and worn from the harshness of being thrown beneath the literal ground. Wounds married every section of her skin; and just like all of them she looked very bad.
And...oddly, very pretty at the same time.
No. Wolfram quickly shook the thought from his head, bemused and slightly horrified that he had that thought then and there. Quickly, he shoved it aside, scrambling for the right words.
"Can you make me one promise, Dyn?" He murmured, his eyes flickering toward the broken path behind her, and then back to her. His voice was hoarse, and it hurt to speak. "Promise me that no matter what you won't follow me. Promise me you will stay here." Away from the battle. Away from harm. Away from Mapleshade's wrath. Away from the scene where the rest of your family could possibly be dead.
"Please?"

On her way over to retrieve the gun she'd thrown in frustration, Bleddyn turned to look at him squarely and titled her head to the side, confused. "Stay here?" She frowned as she tried to figure out what his motivation could possibly be for requesting her not to follow. There were a million obvious reasons for her to return with them both, but she couldn't think of anything that would need to keep her, useless, in this isolated glade. "Whatever for?"