Red
"I'm going in to help!'
"You absolutely are not," my grandmother holds me back. She's surprisingly strong.
"One---one---one person---one person---one person job," Ev's dad says, very calmly, holding Ev on his back.
"No, he might need me," I say, as one of the upper story windows of the tower smashes open. Bodies start flying out of it..
"That is not what someone who needs back up looks like," my grandmother says.
"He can't kill all of them," I sigh.
"I think it's very obvious that he can."
Trevor
As it happens, pigs are much easier to kill than men.
"All right, let's go back to the other side," Circe says, wiping blood from her hands onto her once good dress. "See if we can help over there."
"Yeah, Phoenix has to have found him by now. Dawn's coming isn't it?" I ask.
"Soon enough," she says, taking my hand. Together we step back through the veil.
A couple of fleeing living agents stop and stair at our sudden appearance, covered as we are in pig blood.
"You'd better run," I say, as Circe raises her hands to curse them.
They run.
Wilson
Bailey hasn't made it down from the second to top floor. He's on the third.
"Stairs, come on," I say, wrapping my arm around her. I'm stabbed twice and breathing heavily. But I will make it. I will make it.
"Stairs," she says, even though she can't hear me.
Together we run.
Phoenix
"You don't make things easy for yourself, do you Stitches?" I ask, so tiredly.
He's standing, blood soaked, in the middle of a floor offices. A few agents are shooting at him, hiding behind broken furniture, some just bolt for the door. the only light comes from the slowly waking city outside the floor to ceiling glass windows.
As they run he just lobs broken wood or whatever at them, easily impaling or smacking them on the head. The bullets, of course, are doing nothing.
As they die some of them rise again and they see me.
"You don't make things easy for me either," I say, raising my knife.
The agents who were shooting have realized it does no good and they charge.
We fall into sync, him unaware of my presence, fighting back to back as he slays them they rise again and begin attacking me ruthlessly. I trip and fall more than once in the dark, but rise again, gaining strength from his familiar back nearly pressed against mine as we fight fluidly together. I suppose if we have to die it should be like this.
Not that we're losing. We're not. I just don't know how long we can keep this up.
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All Night Long (Olympus Drive Chronicles)
Misterio / SuspensoThe veil between the real world and the spirit world is closing for one night in London. That's a problem if you're in love with a ghost. Remember, heroes don't usually get a happily ever after. Various plotlines converage as the supernatural world...
