«We Could Be Legends»

[Rose Quartz]

"It's an expression," Crow said, "but it wouldn't hurt to.." he jokingly pulled his finger across his neck. Crow led a small smile slide across his face at Freddie's surprised expression. If it really came to that, though, I don't think I would hesitate. He realized abruptly, the smile fading.

Freddie couldn't help but think that Crow wouldn't joke about something like that if he'd done it before, but the sudden darkness that filled his eyes moments later, were proof enough that he knew what he'd said. I might even be driven to that after today. So many dead, but worse than that, so many still alive and wishing they weren't.

Freddie nodded, pretending it was a joke. Until it wasn't, and then he'd be responsible. He finally opened his mouth and spoke.
"The goal is to arrest them. As many as we can. We're going to need somewhere we can put them. I don't have handcuffs any more. I'd prefer not to kill, anyone, but in this instance, that may not be possible." He sighed, his gaze was fixed on the ground in front of him. It was a long way back into town on foot. "I know, we need to go after him as soon as we can, but I don't think I'll make it back to town tonight. It's been almost 10 hours since that bomb thing, went off. He's either still there and will be tomorrow, or he's already long gone. We all need to rest, there's also, someone I'm waiting for, now that I've found you. I don't want to leave until they've caught up."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Freddie hid a grimace with a small sad smile. "I don't know who was inside. I was elsewhere. Actually," He looked around at the faces in the immediate crowd. "Have any of you seen Misty, Delilah, or Zion? I thought they would be with you."


Freddie's eyes widened at Crows description of how he intended to deal with the leader of the Pure. "You want to do what now?" He asked blinking in surprise.

Toby frowned, nodding slowly. That was all he could do. Losing Jenna was one thing, but the thought of potentially loosing Charlie almost made him have a mental breakdown. Again.
He turned around and took a few steps away, taking a deep breath and rubbing his face. The last thing he wanted to was to cry in front of so many people, especially if there was a chance Charlie could still be alive.
He turned back around, dropping his hands back to his sides. His face was scarily blank as he looked at Freddie. “I’m glad you survived,” Toby said softly. He shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen them.”

 

[Rose Quartz]

Toby frowned, nodding slowly. That was all he could do. Losing Jenna was one thing, but the thought of potentially loosing Charlie almost made him have a mental breakdown. Again.
He turned around and took a few steps away, taking a deep breath and rubbing his face. The last thing he wanted to was to cry in front of so many people, especially if there was a chance Charlie could still be alive.
He turned back around, dropping his hands back to his sides. His face was scarily blank as he looked at Freddie. “I’m glad you survived,” Toby said softly. He shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen them.”

Freddie frowned at his answer, he was sure that they should have been together. "Ok." Was all he said.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Alice wandered over, slowly edging closer so she could hear the conversation clearly. There was a lot going on, the Pure, Firestein, the stuff her parents were involved with twenty years ago, Mapleshade. Some things she'd heard about before, but didn't know much about. A bomb? No one had mentioned a bomb. That's what happened? The police station collapsed, no the whole city, from a bomb? The expression on Finley's face when I first woke up, haunted and lost. Why everyone is hurt and out in the forest, with no where to go. It suddenly dawned on her that it wasn't just her parents, friends, and family that had died, it was everyone. Everyone. Avoiding finding out what exactly had happened to her parents wasn't going to save her from any of the pain. Everyone around her was suffering and hurt missing family, and friends.

"Let me heal you." She said flatly, walking past the crowd that had gathered around Freddie.

He moved to decline her offer glancing at the large group of others, but allowed her to take his arm.
"Thank you." He whispered. Alice nodded not looking up from her work. She had to do this, and then she had to heal herself. Maybe it wouldn't work, maybe she just didn't remember because she didn't want to. Or maybe it was something the Pure had done. Either way she had to try.

 

[Amer]

Crow sighed and rubbed his face. How many people are have died because of this? How many are going to die? "Ok.. so-.." he tried to get his thoughts in order. Crow had decided the policeman could be trusted, despite his instinctual mistrust of any who worked for the law. Running from the law for so long does make me suspicious of them, doesn't it? It's pretty inconvenient.
Crow inwardly scolded himself. Now's not the time to relive my tragic childhood. C'mon, Crow. "I say we go get this Lance guy. Cut off the snake's head and the rest of it dies, right?" That's what I thought when Firestein died.. but look at where we are now. They're back with a psychopathic cat lady and a creepy snake man.

“Maybe we don’t go for the head,” Indigo said softly, her hand going to her sternum. “Maybe we go for their heart.” Her hand shifted, she could feel hers there, beating in her chest.
“We could tear them apart and disprove everything they believe in. But probably not. It’s already been made obvious that they’re unreasonable monsters.”

 

[Thing2]

Bleddyn was hardly able to reign herself back into this conversation when the policeman brought an infuriating revelation to light.
So...we're not done.
All of this, this, didn't end it.
"Is your mom okay?" she eventually wondered aloud, not entirely understanding what Brisa had asked of her first.

Confused, Brisa raised her head to answer and noticed the distracted look on Bleddyn’s face. “Mom was fine the last time I saw her, but...” She shrugged, ignoring the worry pooling inside her. “I don’t know where she is now. Hopefully she’ll be okay.” After a short pause she spoke again. “Do you wanna go see what’s happening? I don’t recognize one of the voices.”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Wolfram just leaned against the slowly deteriorating van, no care that he would fall if it suddenly decided to give out. He was far too lost with what was happening in the conversation with the officer and the other adults, so he stayed on the sidelines, listened and trying to force his brain to work and connect the pieces.
He failed horribly, of course, but he did understand that the man they had seen in the folders had not just been another random Inhuman, but someone of actual power. Mapleshade and Michael might have had control over the Pure members, but it appeared that Lance had been the one in control the whole time.
There was a small tug on the hem of his tattered sweatshirt, and as he looked down, his gaze fell on a small, pale face with messy dark blonde hair that fell into the dark blue-green eyes. "Wolfram." Alec murmured, his voice scarily calm in the chaos of the battlefield.
Wolfram shuddered. Alec may have been seven years old, but mentally he was much older. He had the feel of an adult who had been through so much, not a little boy in the midst of a war. They really screwed with his head...
"Yes, Alec?" Wolfram uncrossed his arms, looking down at the young boy.
"You're my brother." Dull realization crossed his gaze, his face twisting into a frown as it tilted toward the ground.
"I know." He didn't know what else he could say to that. A pang of guilt washed over him. Alec's parents and brother were dead because of him.
The world was so horribly cruel that way. A boy who didn't know any different, didn't even have his own opinions, only the ones drilled into his brain by his parents, convinced that they, and only they, were right. And now he stood here at Wolfram's side, face blank and cold with no sign of emotion, with no direction on what to do next. Then, the silent façade shattered into a billion pieces, like a heavy stone collided with paper thin glass, with no moment of hesitation. "You're the only family I have left." He choked out the words in a sob, finally tears falling down his cheeks. He arms flung around Wolfram's waist, leaving him paralyzed from shock.
Yes, Wolfram was the only family Alec had. But Alec was also the only family Wolfram had, as well, by blood anyways. "I know, I know," he hissed through clenched teeth, his stomach churning with guilt as he crouched down, pulling the sobbing boy closer. "I know, Alec, I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He didn't get an answer, only another bout of hiccoughing sobs. He wished he could give words of reassurance, but he couldn't find them, only the insistent apology running through his head.
"I'm so sorry."

 

[Rose Quartz]

"You should get some sleep." Alice said quietly. Once the poice officers bleeding arm and bruised ribs were healed. "Actually," she looked around at her exausted looking frieds and family, "you all should. I slept all day. I can stay up, I dont mind."

 

[Rose Quartz]

(Whelp I'm having a bad day, and "hidden door" Has slowed down, so here we are.)

Alice quietly wandered a short distance away, picking a tree to lean against. She stared down at her hand trying to decide if she really wanted to know. If she would still be able to go on knowing with certainty that her parents were gone forever.

Maybe the better question to ask herself though, was how she could go on not knowing. How could she face Camilla and Bleddyn, or any of the others who had lost family. Just because she didn't want to know about it didn't mean it hadn't happened. Was it fair to them? Alice pursed her lips, her eyes slowly filling with tears, she was so disgusted with herself. She should have been there for the people she cared about, not hiding to save herself.

Bits of bark caught on her denim dress, as she slid down the trunk, flaking off and fluttering to the ground. Alice pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her face in her hands. She couldn't stay like this. How dare she stay like this. Everyone else here was suffering with no way out. And she was choosing to remain ignorant. It wasn't right.

She took a small breath before using her ability on herself. Pushing though the darkness within herself. It was harder to heal herself than it was others. She wasn't able to see the source immediately like she could with everyone else. She'd also never tried to heal, or negate drugs before. All she knew was that what ever the problem was it was in her head.

The fog of confusion slowly began to lift, fragments of memories and conversations resurfacing, jumbled and confused.

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(That's all the detail I'm going into, you all know her memories already. Alice will stand guard for the night, and deal with her trauma, and be a normal human by morning.)

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Wolfram awoke with a violent start.
He never actually remembered falling asleep, only stumbling blindly, shifting into cat skin and collapsing, Alec having gone with Lily. It was still night, nearing morning but the sun hadn't quite shattered the barrier above the trees. The exact time he wasn't sure, though. Only that his dreams had been plagued; haunting with unforgettable memories.
Was it possible to live a nightmare? Possible for each memory to be pieces of said nightmare?
He wasn't sure.
A cold shudder rose the hair along his spine. He wasn't sure what he was more distressed about anymore. What was making guilt and fear and anger curl in his stomach relentlessly.
That his dead mother created something powerful enough to kill an entire race?
That the person he trusted had killed his mother?
That Maple had been a mother?
A mother to his half-brothers?
That now he was a murderer to countless unnamed victims? To Maple? To his father?
That he was now an orphan, or that he had a younger orphaned brother with no immediate family other then him?
He couldn't decide what was worse. He hauled himself to his paws, a low growl bubbling in his throat. His muscles were horribly sore, screaming at even the small act of moving. He limped the length of the clearing, past Lily with Alec curled in her lap, past Camilla and Lachlan and River and Alice, past Ash and Bleddyn. Past the dusty remains of his car. Until he climbed the small slope, which suddenly seemed like a looming mountain at this point, and reached the road. He padded into the middle of the bloody tar, a oil slick against the brightening sky.
He tilted his muzzle upwards, watching the last stars in the sky, struggling violently to stay lit as the night sky fell, dying for a new dawn to break. No sirens rose in the distance. No birds chirped. No roar of cars woke him from his bed before dawn even woke. No sounds of the neighbors barking dogs or his mother's footsteps in her bedroom, awake and restless. No. It was absolutely, utterly, painfully silent. He slumped onto his haunches, lowering his head. Everything faded to a dull ache in his chest. Numb.
Despite it all, a smile tugged on the corners of his muzzle. The smallest bit, just a slight smile that would have gone unnoticed if you blinked. But it was there. No, everything wasn't okay. And it wouldn't be for along, long time. But the thought still echoed in the back of his head.
Mom wouldn't want this. She'd help us pull ourselves together and then fix everything, wouldn't she? She wouldn't want me to be sad, I don't think... no. She wouldn't want that. Would she?
In the distance, the last star fluttered away from sight with a last whisper of breath, answering his restless thoughts.