Beautiful Wilting Flowers

Petals Never Blossom For Long

Heyden POV:

"How will you ever live without me?"

I flip up my welding mask to see Liana drop a brown paper bag with grease leaking through the bottom, wafting a delicious, mouth watering smell over my way. I yank off the mask, and ignoring my project, I rustle the bag open, sighing in happy relief.

"It would be the only thing to possibly kill me." I start chowing down on my burger, putting down my flame gun for a moment to eat it with my equally as greasy hands. 

"One day," Liana sighs, smiling a little. "One day, someone will tell you to wash your hands before you eat, and to shower every night, and to wear clothes that don't have black stains and shop grease on them."

"You literally just did." I point at her, deciding to play dumb.

"Alright, smart alec." She rolls her bright orange eyes. They're not natural; probably a part of the serum. I've never asked, but I don't feel the need; she's let it slip in the past. Her light brown hair is set in a high ponytail with small curls near the tips like usual, and she's wearing a slim black spaghetti strap dress with a dress t-shirt underneath. Tight black fishnet leggings, tall leather boots, and a thin gold chain necklace accessorize her put together look, and I notice there's a black ribbon tying up her hair today.

"What's the occasion?" I ask, making sure she gets my gesture across her outfit. 

"Nothing." I raise my eyebrows, skeptical. Liana cares about her clothes; she likes standing out, but never to the point where she puts bows in her hair and bracelets on her wrists. 

"Greigh?" I hold back a smug smile.

"Stop being such a child." Liana groans, but then adds, "Yeah."

Liana isn't trying to be rude by calling me a child. It's one of our many inside jokes; I'm actually a year younger than the rest of the immortals. And I look it too; my height at 5'3, messy, curly brown hair, and my brown suspender-pants with a white shirt for my top... and I'd rather look like a child than Greigh or Dean. Too much to live up to in my opinion. But Deans always so confident, and Greigh is effortlessly your perfect golden boy, so they handle it well. And Ina is, ...well. Her dark, wavy, midnight black hair is always effortlessly perfect looking, and her laid back style of clothes are always screaming 'cool'. But I haven't seen neither Dean nor Ina for four years now.

You might be wondering what Greigh is to Liana, and it's probably something along the lines of either:

- She likes him

- They're good friends who dress up for each other

- They have an arranged marriage at seventeen years old and have been planning their wedding since the day they were born

- They have plans to take over the world with their cool abilities and manipulate everyone around them instantaneously

- They have a mutual liking for goats

Well, um... yeah none of those are very accurate (especially not the last one)... let me explain further.

When we were all infants, Dr. Black (I call her She-who-shall-not-be-named) bought us from our rich and greedy parents who didn't want their children, and made us her test subjects, experiments, her lab rats, whatever you want to call it. Thinking back to it, those serums had a possibility of killing us, so she must not have cared much.

Anyways, she fed us the bloody liquids (sorry, there's the British gene coming out of me there), and one by one, she developed us all super inhuman abilities.

A little while later, we all abandoned the lab after the doctor died at 27 of heart failure, and Liana went to live with her brother, Greigh, for a bit. After that, they parted ways, Liana following me to live together in England, and Greigh proceeding to live a little off to the country side of England, so that he could keep in touch with his twin sister, and ever since then, he's been running his own little businesses, doing jobs for the locals and community neighbors around there. He's most well known for his pool installing business (because he's an Aqualer and can bend and conjure water) which is said to be top-notch service, probably because of the charming young boy doing the work. Anyways, he's pretty wealthy now, and likes to invite Liana and I over for dinner pretty often. Anyways, on to my abilities. I'll explain Liana and Greigh's some other time.

I have the ability to control natural, plants and things, to project a vision or a memory into an illusion around me, and... well, I've convinced the others that I don't have a third ability. That I'm boring, I'm the experiment that doesn't do anything cool or interesting. But I do.

I can kill. I can look someone straight in the eye, and my eyes become as if there's a filter over them. A red, neon target, following my gaze as I stare at them, setting my target straight. And, when I've secured my target, I think, 'Fire'.

Their heart will explode, no longer able to pump the blood, and they will bleed internally forever. Just my gaze and the words I think can cause them to drop dead.

I never use it unless the person is truly a demon; it's not a very fun ability to have. People knowing you could burst their heart at any moment doesn't make for very good friendships. 

Sitting in London England, in my tinkering shop makes me think of all of our lives before everything.

I like to think of us as flowers. Every single one having a peak of it's beauty where it outshines all the rest, until it get's dry and withers up with all of the others that have glowed before it, in the pile of flower corpses.

Because even if the stems and leaves are as healthy and luscious as ever, the petals are the part the people look at.

And after all, petals never blossom for long.