«We Could Be Legends»

[FrankieDoodle]

“They probably have a few more priorities than the few people who actually escaped the ruin of a whole city,” Indigo said dryly.

Toby sighed. “Good point,” he said. “But a doctor would be nice. Or a healer. Heck, even someone else with a bit of first aid knowledge.”

 

[Amer]

Toby sighed. “Good point,” he said. “But a doctor would be nice. Or a healer. Heck, even someone else with a bit of first aid knowledge.”

"I can probably find someone if you think that's what we need," Indigo replied. The crowd had mostly scattered now, it would be majorly creepy if they hadn't.
"Hey! Any healers around here?" Indigo asked loudly, yet for the most part in her own voice. A blonde woman perked up. Della.
"I know you hate healers, but it looks like at least a few of the Multitude survived the disaster," she said, shoving Toby towards Della.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"I can probably find someone if you think that's what we need," Indigo replied. The crowd had mostly scattered now, it would be majorly creepy if they hadn't.
"Hey! Any healers around here?" Indigo asked loudly, yet for the most part in her own voice. A blonde woman perked up. Della.
"I know you hate healers, but it looks like at least a few of the Multitude survived the disaster," she said, shoving Toby towards Della.

“Ok. Healer. Perfect,” Toby said, shooting a confused glance at Indigo when she pushed him towards Della.
“I need help with these guys,” he said, jabbing his thumb at a large group of injured people. “Some of them are hurt pretty badly. Can you help? If you can heal some of the more injured people, I’d really appreciate that, even if you can only heal one person.”
Toby tossed Della the pack of gloves, and then separated them into two groups, one with major injuries and one with minor injuries. He knelt down by the first group and started cleaning the wounds so Della could use her magic. The smell of cleaner was starting to make him want to vomit, and he was sure he would’ve if there was anything in his stomach.

 

[Amer]

“Ok. Healer. Perfect,” Toby said, shooting a confused glance at Indigo when she pushed him towards Della.
“I need help with these guys,” he said, jabbing his thumb at a large group of injured people. “Some of them are hurt pretty badly. Can you help? If you can heal some of the more injured people, I’d really appreciate that, even if you can only heal one person.”
Toby tossed Della the pack of gloves, and then separated them into two groups, one with major injuries and one with minor injuries. He knelt down by the first group and started cleaning the wounds so Della could use her magic. The smell of cleaner was starting to make him want to vomit, and he was sure he would’ve if there was anything in his stomach.

Della nodded and knelt down without a word. She began healing people and rubbing a smooth sphere of metal. It took the pain as she healed.
Lacerations, bones, muscles, she mended them all.
Eventually the sphere became exhausted.
“I can’t do any more healing,” she said.
Then she reached for the first-aid kit and started doing it manually instead.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Della nodded and knelt down without a word. She began healing people and rubbing a smooth sphere of metal. It took the pain as she healed.
Lacerations, bones, muscles, she mended them all.
Eventually the sphere became exhausted.
“I can’t do any more healing,” she said.
Then she reached for the first-aid kit and started doing it manually instead.

Toby pulled out a pair of black reading glasses from his pocket. He looked them over, pleased to see they weren’t damaged from the fight and put them on. Using tweezers, he carefully pulled small rocks out of someone’s wound now that he could see what he was doing.
He watched Della out of the corner of his eye. “Thank you for helping me,” Toby said softly, dropping a pebble to the ground.

 

[Amer]

Toby pulled out a pair of black reading glasses from his pocket. He looked them over, pleased to see they weren’t damaged from the fight and put them on. Using tweezers, he carefully pulled small rocks out of someone’s wound now that he could see what he was doing.
He watched Della out of the corner of his eye. “Thank you for helping me,” Toby said softly, dropping a pebble to the ground.

“You’re welcome,” Della replied.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Alice coughed, and tried to roll over, how could her eyes burn when they weren't even open? The awkward angle she was set in the car made rolling over impossible. She opened one glassy eye to peer at her surroundings. Where was she? Not home in bed was all she could conclude in the dark.
She sat up on the seat and turned to look out the open sliding door of the van. Finley was just outside the door lit up with an orange glow from a nearby fire. Alice stared at him, his clothes covered in soot, dirt, and blood. What had happened? She remembered being in Wolfram's car with River, but this wasn't his car. How could she have slept through that? How long had she slept? It was early in the day last she could remember.
"Finley? W-What happened?"

As the flames turned to smoke, Mikki flew towards the battlefield, the now-empty semi trailer floating behind her. With an angry yell she heaved it at a group of the remaining Pure, making sure it didn’t hit any Inhumans. It hit the ground with a large bang that echoed through the air as Mikki landed, pulling out her pistol and aiming at a man in front of her.

Brisa was fading in and out of consciousness. She thought she recognized some of her friends’ voices, breathing a sigh of relief that the Pure hadn’t found her. She could feel her hands shaking but couldn’t summon the strength to move, and she hurt. A lot. The pain in her shoulder was deep and throbbed throughout her upper body, and she had no concept of time. Her shoulder felt wet, and she had a dizzy realization that it was blood. A delirious thought entered her head. This dress is ruined. And I’m gonna die without meeting my favorite celebrity.

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.

"Yeah, Alice is fine. She's with Finlay at the van. And um, I'm okay. I can keep fighting. I've just got some cuts, that's it." Lachlan answered, giving a nod towards his arm which was wrapped poorly in a blood-drenched piece of cloth before firing another shot at a Pure.

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?"

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.

Finley's stared blankly back at her, no, not at her, but through her. His eyes were distant with a sad grimace pulling down the corners of his mouth.

"Finley?" She said trying to bring him back. But as she said his name the trunk clicked open followed by the sound of someone shoving things around. Alice turned to try to see who it was, but who ever it was was either really short or was ducking down to try to see in the darkness. Alice looked back at her cousin unsure he was ok, maybe the blood on his clothes was his own. She opened her mouth to say his name again, but a soft moan from behind her drew her attention.

She hopped down out of the van holding on to the folding armrest as she turned back to see who else was in there. Some how she had managed to sleep on just a corner of the middle bench seat with Brisa behind her taking up the majority of the seat.

"Brisa?" she breathed shocked at the state of the young girl, she was bleeding heavily from her shoulder her bright and happy dress now almost black, saturated with her blood. Alice jumped back into the van standing on her knees on the floor she put her hands on to her friend covering the (bullet?) hole. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing on closing the wound. Panicked thoughts ran through her mind. How did Brisa get hurt? Who else was hurt? Where was Camilla? Everyone? Where was everyone? Mapleshade got the thing? Were they all going to die? What did Finley say? Why did this have to happen?

"I can probably find someone if you think that's what we need," Indigo replied. The crowd had mostly scattered now, it would be majorly creepy if they hadn't.
"Hey! Any healers around here?" Indigo asked loudly, yet for the most part in her own voice. A blonde woman perked up. Della.
"I know you hate healers, but it looks like at least a few of the Multitude survived the disaster," she said, shoving Toby towards Della.

Alice heard a womans voice calling for a healer, she didn't sounds scared, but who calls for a healer if they don't need one. Tears stung at her closed eyes. No! No, I'm not going to cry. CONCENTRATE! You can heal everyone. No one else is going to die! Everyone is ok. Everyone will be ok!

 

[Thing2]

Finley's stared blankly back at her, no, not at her, but through her. His eyes were distant with a sad grimace pulling down the corners of his mouth.

"Finley?" She said trying to bring him back. But as she said his name the trunk clicked open followed by the sound of someone shoving things around. Alice turned to try to see who it was, but who ever it was was either really short or was ducking down to try to see in the darkness. Alice looked back at her cousin unsure he was ok, maybe the blood on his clothes was his own. She opened her mouth to say his name again, but a soft moan from behind her drew her attention.

She hopped down out of the van holding on to the folding armrest as she turned back to see who else was in there. Some how she had managed to sleep on just a corner of the middle bench seat with Brisa behind her taking up the majority of the seat.

"Brisa?" she breathed shocked at the state of the young girl, she was bleeding heavily from her shoulder her bright and happy dress now almost black, saturated with her blood. Alice jumped back into the van standing on her knees on the floor she put her hands on to her friend covering the (bullet?) hole. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing on closing the wound. Panicked thoughts ran through her mind. How did Brisa get hurt? Who else was hurt? Where was Camilla? Everyone? Where was everyone? Mapleshade got the thing? Were they all going to die? What did Finley say? Why did this have to happen?



Alice heard a womans voice calling for a healer, she didn't sounds scared, but who calls for a healer if they don't need one. Tears stung at her closed eyes. No! No, I'm not going to cry. CONCENTRATE! You can heal everyone. No one else is going to die! Everyone is ok. Everyone will be ok!

(Knife in shoulder, bruise from bullet hitting bulletproof vest. I went overboard, I know )

Black spots speckled Brisa’s vision as she fluttered her eyes open, slowly becoming aware of a weird feeling of pressure on her injured shoulder. “Wha-what... What’s happening...” She murmured, confused. Her energy seemed to be returning. Slowly, but she felt stronger. Her vision cleared and she realized that the pressure was from Alice, who was pressing on her shoulder. “Alice? What happened? Is the battle over?” She questioned, lightheaded from blood loss.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Toby carefully sat the tweezers back into the first aid kit & wiped off his glasses on the inside of his shirt. It did nothing but smear blood, but the distraction made him feel a bit better.
He stood up slowly, his injured arm cradled against his chest, the other hand leaning against the car for balance. Everything was loud. The voices-both real and imagined-, the gunshots fired in the distance. They were amplified, echoing around in his head, making Toby feel ill.
There was a blurry pink creature a ways away, who Toby assumed was Jessi. He wanted to help her, but didn’t think he could make it over there, and even if he did he didn’t want to hurt anymore people.


Jessi dove down at another Pure member. After he was no longer a threat, she looked around. Almost everyone seemed to be grouped around the cars, yet no one was leaving. She flew into the air and towards the cars, landing with a loud thud. ‘What’s the hold up?’ Jessi growled, visibly concerned.
Toby lifted his hand and carefully wiped blood off of Jessi’s snout. “We can’t leave yet.” he responded softly.
‘Why not? If we stay we’ll all die.’
“We can’t leave the fire burning, which you started-“ Toby flicked her nose. “And we lost some of our group.”
Jessi snorted, shaking her head. ‘I’ll go look for them. You stay here.’ Jessi nuzzled his hand and flew into the air, stopping briefly and looking back at Toby. ‘I don’t think they can understand me. Tell them to stay here.’ Toby gave a quick nod and then turned to the others at the cars. “Jessi said to stay here. She’s going to find the others.”

 

[Rose Quartz]

Lachlan bit his lip, the sound of crumbling buildings ringing in his ears, and shook his head. "No, I can fly. Take Camilla." He murmured, pushing his trembling cousin towards the car, glancing at the others. "Connor, Mom, Finlay, Alice, Brisa, go with Jenna in her car. I'll follow." He order, shifting into a crow and rising into the air clumsily.

(*Alice's sleeping body gets hurriedly dragged from Wolframs car over to Jennas.* Because, why not we're in a hurry here! **Alice snores LOUDLY but doesn't wake up. ** I'm laughing so hard I might die. )