«We Could Be Legends»

"Seriously?" River muttered, her mouth nearly completely dropped open. "You're serious." Well, they tricked Thomas in obeying them back when Firestein was around, didn't they? And Mapleshade is dead, that's what important. As long as we trap the others or something it'll be... Fine.
"I hate the Pure, but you may be slightly right. Fine, okay. Mikki and Brisa could keep them from moving and stuff, and if we had ropes we could tie them up while they were incapacitated... Seen any ice-benders stronger than Camilla around?" She said slowly, taking her dear time.
"River, I know you hate these people. I know they killed people you love. But you have to think, no matter how much you hate them...a lot of them may have family's, and so many of them are young." Wolfram murmured, dropping his gaze to the ground. "I won't let them all be killed, no matter what they've done."
Briefly, he thought of the little Faun girl, and how he'd seen many Pure ruthlessly kill Inhuman's, but he shoved it away quickly. "Ice-benders...anyone here could be a ice-bender, but I don't know who else is..."
 
Finlay's head snapped around to her voice, his eyes bloodshot. "Thank God, you're awake. We got the key, but Mapleshade stole it. Apparently Silver did something to it before she died-- It didn't effect anyone. But it destroyed the city. Everything made of metal-- It's just gone. And Wolfram and Jenna drove everyone out here to the cave, there was a huge fight... And Connor..." His voice caught in his throat before he started to deliver the news of Connor's, Sherri's, and Jenna's deaths.

Finley relayed the events of the day so quickly Alice wasnt really able to follow any of what he had said. Loud banging and sudden darkness stiffled the questions she was going to ask when he stopped talking. She didnt even realize he had stopped, reluctant to tell her what had happened. She quickly decided what ever had happened wasnt really that important. "Is anyone hurt? I feel like an idiot sleeping through all this, how can I help?"
 
Jessi rolled to her feet, the flames licking away at her magenta scales. Her current technique of rolled in the fire didn't seem to be working. She coughed, squinting her eyes through the flames. She could only make out shapes of people fighting, and someone flying, which she assumed must be Mikki. She crawled out of the fire, her tail dragging limply behind her. Her wings hurt, but the the heat from the fire helped stop the bleeding and numb her wounds a little.
Jessi spun in a slow circle, assessing the battlefield. She noticed a few water and ice benders, doing their best to put out the fire. She was pleased to see it was working.
Testing out her wings, she lifted off of the ground, and flew towards a group of surviving Pure members. If I'm going to help, I might as well do something I'm good at. Jessi thought, and dove towards them, her claws outstretched.
 
Jessi rolled to her feet, the flames licking away at her magenta scales. Her current technique of rolled in the fire didn't seem to be working. She coughed, squinting her eyes through the flames. She could only make out shapes of people fighting, and someone flying, which she assumed must be Mikki. She crawled out of the fire, her tail dragging limply behind her. Her wings hurt, but the the heat from the fire helped stop the bleeding and numb her wounds a little.
Jessi spun in a slow circle, assessing the battlefield. She noticed a few water and ice benders, doing their best to put out the fire. She was pleased to see it was working.
Testing out her wings, she lifted off of the ground, and flew towards a group of surviving Pure members. If I'm going to help, I might as well do something I'm good at. Jessi thought, and dove towards them, her claws outstretched.
Wolfram's eyes trailed Jessi's large flying figure through the thick gray cloud. Smoke clawed at his eyes, the stinging sensation causing his eyes to water, staining his blood and dirt cover face.
He didn't both to try to stop it, for his arms tightened around the girl in his arms as her head raised up. A hysterical shriek was cut off abruptly, and through the smoke and flames Wolfram could just see Jessi sink her noxious claws into a unsuspecting Pure member.
A soft, trembling voice drew his gaze away from the gruesome scene. "Oh my God..." Lily whipped her head around, burying her face against his chest. "Make it stop, please."
"We're going to try, Lily, alright? I promise, I promise." He murmured, pulling away slowly. Snatching the previously discarded and forgotten gun from the ground, he held it out to her. "Take this. Take this and find Alice, Finlay and Ash. They're in the van across the road, I believe. Take this gun, use it if you have to, alright?"
Lily's slightly shaking hand reached out, fingers that almost seemed to delicate to grasp such a lethal weapon wrapping around the handle, slowly taking it from him. Her gaze drew from the black metal to his gaze. "Wolf..."
"Just do it, ok? River and I have to find a way to help put out this fire, or no one is going to make it out of this alive." He hissed, before breaking off, coughing. Every bone and muscle decided to flare up in fiery pain in that moment, dizzying him.
"Ok, ok. I will." Lily took a deep breath, shoving hair from her face.
"If you find Lachlan, tell him where I am, yeah?" Wolfram murmured.
"Of course. Bleddyn and the others as well?"
Bleddyn. His mind instantly drifted to the fiery blonde, and also sent waves of alarm. He hadn't seen her in so long...Shaking the thoughts away, he nodded to Lily. "Yes. Yes, please tell Bleddyn and the other to search for water or ice benders."
She nodded, and turned slowly limping away. She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Please be careful, Wolfram." He just barely heard her voice over the roar of the fire and the battle. He almost expected her to say something more, but she just gave him a small smile, but it barely lit her eyes, before she turned and vanished into the smoke.
"I will. Maybe." He muttered to the air, before he turned to River. "Now. Where do we even start?"
 
Bleddyn was curled up against a tire attached to somebody’s van, coughing out the polluted air that her lungs had deemed useless. The white and blistering knuckles of her right hand still gripped the gun she’d had for the past, what, hour- hours?
Time was terrifyingly relative. Taking lives and keeping yours could merge into an immoral blur, but when it came down to the discharge of a bullet or the thrusting of a blade, seconds morphed into excruciatingly hours.
Cold from the tire’s aluminum rim countered her perspiring back and she was grateful for it. Despite the raging inferno’s demise, it was bound to leave a lasting impact on the atmosphere for a while yet. Maybe the wildfire wasn’t even entirely out. That would better explain the unbearable heat that was making everything hurt- and not just physical afflictions.
Ash was to the left of her, seated inside on the van's floor with her legs hanging out, but the way her head rested on her shoulders seemed abnormal. Bleddyn wasn’t too sure that her injured mother was fully awake.
Maybe that was a blessing in disguise. If Ash were aware, words would be inevitable- heartbreaking words.
And where could she even begin to start?
“I’m sorry for killing your husband and soul mate and best friend you’ve loved since you were my age” wouldn’t cut it now.

Or ever.

Every day at school, she’d be bound to hear a disheartening account of how steadily inhospitable someone’s home was due to heated arguments. Sadder still was watching one of her peers suffer through their parents’ permanent separation. It seemed a lot of partnerships couldn’t comfortably withstand the strain of raising a family. So it’d been obvious for a long time that her parents’ relationship was different.
They saw eye-to-eye so much, it was almost cliché. Thinking back, she couldn’t pinpoint a single fallout intense enough to count as an actual fight. Sure, they’d had their civil conflicts, which usually happened when tensions got seriously high. And inhuman lives could definitely generate exorbitant levels of stress.
The bottom line was, anything that ever went subtly awry between them was always justified. Maybe they were both accomplished masters at hiding serious discrepancies from her, but she highly doubted it. Their little family had been through a lot- together. She’d seen it all and still Ash and Connor’s bond seemed pretty darn near adamantine.

Maybe it was what they’d brought each other through. They knew there was too much grief in life to let your most vital relationship go sour.

And Bleddyn had just extinguished that remarkable light.

Now, because of her and her freaky ability, her mom was not only a widow, but a single parent too.
Didn’t you get tax deductions for that?
Tax deductions. Bleddyn almost laughed at how far her mind had wandered. Almost.

She rubbed one of her legs where a blooming bruise glared through shredded denim. So much of her clothing was torn or just plain missing that it would be seriously embarrassing if anyone really looked.

And what I did…
For years…all of it…really got what I wished for, didn’t I? Had to come with a cost, didn’t it?
But why
now? Should that have even been possible? We’re not even near any fault lines.

Summoning a completely spontaneous earthquake. Despite the great improvement with civil rights and freedoms for inhumans, if any officials got a whiff of what she was capable of, and that it was completely involuntary, uncontrolled

Maybe that’d actually be best.

Suddenly, Ash leaned back into the ajar van door. But when Bleddyn turned to look, she saw that her mom's eyes weren't entirely open. Her right hand was pressed back at an awkward angle against the van's floor, but it was barely holding her up. Her mouth parted once, then twice, three times, and only then Bleddyn caught what was trying to escape.
"Connor."
Bleddyn’s bottom lip trembled and she blinked rapidly against the brimming tears. Her darkening mind should've proved she couldn’t just sit here anymore, but her father's name really got the message through. The van was occupied by a good amount of their friends and family; her half-delirious mother would be fine without her.

So she she got up on quaking legs and limped back toward the epicenter of this unwinnable war.
 
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As Jessi took over fighting the Pure, Toby dropped the gun and staggered towards the cars. He saw Bleddyn leave, but was too distracted to wonder where she was going.
Toby opened the van, and dug around until he found the first aid kit hidden in the back. He knelt down by an injured inhuman and bandaged her wounds. He proceeded to bandage a few others, and then stopped and looked up at Indigo. "Any luck putting the fire out?" Toby asked weakly, his eyelids drooping slightly.
 
Peter stumbled out of the flames for what seemed like the hundredth time. He hadn't been able to find anyone. He staggered to the ground and sat like that for several seconds, his head slumped forward in his lap. It took too much effort to cough, so he just sat there, wheezing. I hope Grace is ok... She probably is.. 'cause of her.. Thor powers. He thought sluggishly.
 
As Jessi took over fighting the Pure, Toby dropped the gun and staggered towards the cars. He saw Bleddyn leave, but was too distracted to wonder where she was going.
Toby opened the van, and dug around until he found the first aid kit hidden in the back. He knelt down by an injured inhuman and bandaged her wounds. He proceeded to bandage a few others, and then stopped and looked up at Indigo. "Any luck putting the fire out?" Toby asked weakly, his eyelids drooping slightly.
Indigo nodded, watching his eyelids flutter. She was trying to hide her own exhaustion as well. They’d been going for hours, battle could be exhausting. Not to mention the fact that they were running on fumes and adrenaline, if anything. Indigo expected one of the poor teens to pass out soon. He probably wants a verbal reply. Her beautiful voice was a bit hoarse from the fire. “Yeah, they’re putting it out as we speak. We’re lucky we got all that rain, or it’d be uncontrollable.”
 
Indigo nodded, watching his eyelids flutter. She was trying to hide her own exhaustion as well. They’d been going for hours, battle could be exhausting. Not to mention the fact that they were running on fumes and adrenaline, if anything. Indigo expected one of the poor teens to pass out soon. He probably wants a verbal reply. Her beautiful voice was a bit hoarse from the fire. “Yeah, they’re putting it out as we speak. We’re lucky we got all that rain, or it’d be uncontrollable.”

Toby nodded, happy to hear the fire was fading. “I, uh, have a question that might seem obvious to some people, but it’s kinda bothering me. Why haven’t we called 911 yet? I mean, it is their job to deal with things like this, and police and EMTs would be pretty helpful right about now...” he trailed off. Hidden behind stress and exhaustion, Indigo seemed to have a look of annoyance that he was talking to her, but he couldn’t tell if it was real or if he imagined it. “Never mind. Sorry, I’m probably annoying you,” Toby said, fiddling with the first aid kit. “Just tell me to shut up if I am. I won’t get offended.”
 
Toby nodded, happy to hear the fire was fading. “I, uh, have a question that might seem obvious to some people, but it’s kinda bothering me. Why haven’t we called 911 yet? I mean, it is their job to deal with things like this, and police and EMTs would be pretty helpful right about now...” he trailed off. Hidden behind stress and exhaustion, Indigo seemed to have a look of annoyance that he was talking to her, but he couldn’t tell if it was real or if he imagined it. “Never mind. Sorry, I’m probably annoying you,” Toby said, fiddling with the first aid kit. “Just tell me to shut up if I am. I won’t get offended.”
“They probably have a few more priorities than the few people who actually escaped the ruin of a whole city,” Indigo said dryly.
 

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