Beautiful Wilting Flowers

Line Of Life:

Greigh POV:

What does he mean not any of us? Does that mean he can't die even without immortality? How does that even work?

"Wait wait wait, hold up. Hold the phone." I raise my hand. "You are just a junkie for the suspense, aren't you? Go over your abilities. What do you mean by not any of us? What makes you any different?"

Vek seems to be enjoying the constant attention, and it makes me kind of annoyed at the smugness, but this is still kind of cool. We've got another soldier! More people to fight with! More chance of not dying and keeping the serums from greedy humans I lead us to! Yes, Ina's 'It's not your fault' lecture went in one ear and out the other.

"I've got super speed, and the ability to project memories into illusions or onto paper. And I can be reborn once I die. If the immortality doesn't work for some reason." Vek shrugs, amused at my intrigued attitude and thirst for knowledge. His smug smirk says it all, and his amused easy going attitude makes me feel baffled, but I save that conversation for later.

Liana gasps beside me, looking jealous and impressed in a weird way. Dean's jaw drops, but he closes it again quickly, and goes back into interrogation mode.

"How does that even work?" He asks, intrigued by the statement. "Have you died before?"

"Once." Vek says. "I... well, it doesn't matter how, I just died, and then I woke up the next day in a weird foggy alternate universe. Then everything cleared up, and I was back where I had died; in my room. Except I couldn't remember anything. Dr. Black found me and gave me a weird serum for bringing back my memories, and I suddenly remembered it all." Vek sighed. "I kind of wish I didn't, now."

No one asked; it seemed personal. He had a shattered look in his eyes, and it was truly the most sad thing, like a sad puppy trailing around after a human who didn't love it.

Too much detail? I'm guilty for that, often.

"Wow. Well, if we can get our hands on the memory serum, you could be a good sacrifice." Ina suggests. 

Vek doesn't look offended, but I shoot Ina an 'are you kidding me' look in his honor. At the very least, honestly.

"Were not sacrificing him." I warn her in my serious attitude voice, but Vek seems not to care too much.

"I would be a great sacrifice," He nods to Ina. 

Oh, great, more evil geniuses. Fantastic. He can even sacrifice himself. Terrific. Now Heyden looks quite alarmed, but Liana and Dean just look like they're brains aren't even here right now. Seriously? Important discussions people, wake up! Chop chop! We have a freaking phoenix in the house. Anyone listening?!

"Okay." I roll my eyes at my head in the clouds sister and cuckoo friend. "We start searching tomorrow morning?"

"Weren't we already searching?!" Dean groans in disbelief.

"Let me specify; search via the earth, not via google maps, idiot." I huff.

"Riiight." Dean grumbles, clearly wanting to relax and enjoy Japan, but Ina gives him the most vicious look I have ever seen, and he sits up straight and looks away from his terrifying best friend. The boy really needs help. "Well.. I'm just saying, even I'm good at doing things now; were not kids anymore. Were big and tough. The smart guys. We understand the serum situation better. Heck, my eighteenth birthday was a whole year ago! Look at me now! We can afford to slack off a bit." He exclaims, flexing.

Nobody says anything. So Dean summarizes;

"I am an inhumanly beautiful, strong, genius being and you should all bow in my holy presence of amazingness." He throws up his arms in disbelief.

"You mean you're a teenage boy with a crush and nothing better to do than inflate his ego," Vek replies. "Am I wrong?"

"Yes." Dean nods furiously, a dark red blooming across his face. "Very, very wrong. I mean, who are you to say you aren't the same?"

"For the record, I'm twenty, so I am legally a man, therefore you are a boy." Vek tells Dean. "And I can not stress this out enough; pay the frick attention." He claps his hands in Dean's face. "And you, come on, this guy, really? The cocky, arrogant, class clown one? Honestly, you could do so much better than this." He points at Dean while giving my sister the 'for real?' look. Honestly, it's true. They need to pay attention to the important details.

"Anyways, back to the topic, people." I clap my hands together, trying to take the attention off of my sister who looks like her veins burst and all of the blood is flowing around in her head. "I will see you all downstairs at the hotel restaurant tomorrow morning, nine o'clock sharp. Be there."

And with that, I use my teleporting abilities to transport back into the boys' room. After this, the girls will go to sleep, Heyden will scroll on his phone, Vek will do whatever he needs to do, and Dean will try to tell me about his woman issues that he shouldn't be concerned about (He's not old enough for that yet, and lets not discuss his maturity level, let's be honest.), as I fall asleep and tune out the world. Tell me that's not how it goes. Because nothing ever changes around here.

We will always be immortal.

We will always be teenagers.

We will always be useless.

Not useless, I guess, but we are just... there. For everything. The next 978 elections. The next 673829 centuries. The day the sun burns to a crisp and the earth collapses and destroys itself. Dean was right. We are indestructible. Undefeatable. Undefeated so far, at least. We can't move on to our next lives, if you believe in that sort of thing, and we can't end our circle of life.

This is the line of life. It's a straight ride directly to Timbuctoo. No where. No where at all.

We will never grow up. 

We will probably never have kids, for the sake of what we pass on into their blood.

We will never have a future.

Because that's our gift.

Gift, my arse.