Decibel was screaming the loudest out of all of us, flapping his arms like a crazy bird as if that would save him. Tsunami wasn't even screaming at all.
"Guys!" She yelled and I barely heard her over the roaring of the air in my ears. Decibel just kept screaming and feaking out. "Decibel!" She yelled even louder. he stopped sceaming but his face didn't. "We need to 'port to the floor or we're going to be pancaked!" She yelled.
"Oh yeah!" Decibel's expression lit up quick and with that strum of his he was waiting for us below.
We all 'ported to safety with Decibel. People ran by screaming and panicing. Car alarms, police sirens, ambulance sirens blaired against the loud rumble of the angry earth.
"Watch out!" Someone yelled and we were all pushed out of the way of the falling piece of building, that smashed and shattered to the floor, by two guys.
One of them, the one that yelled, looked exactly like Tsunami but a boy with a bigger build. He was wearing a light tan T-shirt under a black, homemade, sleeveless hoodie, his wrists were covered in all sorts of bands and bracelets, most of them were spiked black and silver or black and tan, most of them had "VIXX" on it; even his black skinny jeans had a tan verticle "VIXX" on them too. I wasn't the only one who likes VIXX. His hair was half emo styled and half spiked, it covering half of his face but it worked for him.
"Tack!" Tsunami hugged him in the chaos. They struggled to stand against each other until they let go.
"You're not..." He started.
"Nope! I'm not 'blinded' anymore." She smiled. "Thanks to Spark." She winked at me. "Wait, who's this?" She asked pointing to the other guy who pushed us out of the way.
"I liked you, Tsunami, but now you're gonna die with the rest of 'em." Psyche came walking down the street, stepping over rubble and dodging falling pieces of the buildings.
"Go back to your team, we got this." Tack told the second guy and he nodded and ran offf. He came back to us and grew a pair of tan spikes sprouted from his wrists over the top of his hands on each arm like Wolverine in a way.
"So that's why you're called Tack." Decibel said.
"Nope." He replied and retracted his spikes. He flipped his arms to the underside and shot out spikes from his wrists that plunged themselves into Psyche's chest and shoulders.
"AAAAAGH!" She roared.
"That's why I'm called Tack." He smiled.
"My bad." Decibel smiled back.
Psyche pulled out the random projectiles and her wounds didn't heal as fast as they should have.
"And they mess with healing." Tack added and resprouted his spikes. "I'm killer!" He exclaimed. He ran from us and dashed to Psyche ready to end our problem right now.
"No!" Pink 'ported to stop him.
"What're you doing man?" Tack yelled struggling to get free. "I could kill her right now!"
"That's my sister!" Pink responded.
"You didn't tell him?" Tsunami turned to Decibel with that question and he looked as though he was drowning.
"You still think this is your sister, bro?" Tack spat aggravated, twisting in Pink's restraint, trying to lash out a Psyche.
"This whole time you let him think that that was still his sister?" Tsunami got closer to him. "Are you still working for Dark, Decibel?" She asked with stinging eyes. He looked as though he just got "spiked" by Tack instead.
