Beautiful Wilting Flowers

A Losing Game

Heyden POV:

"A-attack?" I stumble out of my solemn state, and turn to see Greigh. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, the Turners have an 'army'," Greigh air quotes. "And they want to fight. To the death." He drops his arm holding the envelope, and Liana snatches it from him.

She scans over the paper as a silent laugh erupts from the back of the room. A quiet one, but at the state of this room, you could hear a pin drop. We all turn to see Dean biting his bottom lip, quivering at an attempt to try not to laugh.

"What's so funny." Vek demands, less of a question, and more of a growl.

"Well," Dean pulls himself together, "They want to fight a group of young, energetic teenagers, who most of them could probably care less about dying, who also have supernatural abilities, and they have a ravishingly handsome team captain."  He twists his cap backwards, shooting us a grin.

"Were not a team, Dean!" All of us yell at him in exasperation, in a unison that would be a once in a lifetime thing, considering our differences.

"And even if we were, you wouldn't be the captain." I roll my eyes.

"Ah, but you don't deny that I'm handsome!" He grins.

I just shake my head, eyes looking up at the ceiling, although I'm also holding in laughter from his ability to stay the charismatic comic relief that he is.

Dean lets out a few of his all Canadian "Eh? Eh?" As he takes a spin, letting us all 'Enjoy the view', as I sigh.

"Dean. The letter says that they're going to kill not just us, but they're going to get to our families. You know you can't let them hurt your sisters." Liana gently rubs his back, trying to soften the blow of the downside.

Dean's face turns stoic, and he pauses. He takes the letter from Liana's hand, and reads it over. His sharp eyebrows knit together, and he scowls.

"Those bastards won't feel a thing once I'm done with them." He growls, cracking his knuckles. As Liana's best friend, I can sense her urge to hold in a badly timed swoon, and it makes me roll my eyes.

"If you could stop trying to play the hero for five seconds, and quit giving Liana a reason to be turned on, we have a serious issue here, Dean." Vek snarls, and both Liana and Dean jump a safe distance away from each other, faces coloring beet red. "We have to destroy them. I'm not going down for some measly fight between some middle aged barbarians, and some nooby supernatural teens. It 'aint happening. Not on my watch. So let's move our butts, and go to fight those wretches."

"Yeah!" Dean cracks his knuckles again, and I put a hand over his fists.

"Dean, you may not realize it, but you're going to need to stop doing that, because it's doing things to certain people in this room." I glance over at Liana's reddened, flushed face, and Dean just stares at me confusedly.

"Huh? W-" 

"Okay, let's go beat up those as-"

"Hey, now, language." Greigh rolls his eyes.

"Right then, old man." I sigh. "Are we going?"

"... Yes."

"Then let's go!"

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My sneakers are grass stained by the wet field, and we look around for the Turners.

"We followed the directions correct?" I glance at Greigh.

"Yeah. It said Forest Front park field." Greigh scratches his platinum blond head. "Should be here."

"It's not even real grass." Dean mutters, kicking at the ground.

"Hmm.. maybe we took a wrong tur-"

BAM!!!

Liana yelps and jumps away from where she's standing as the turf next to her blows up, sending spraying clumps of fake grass and dirt everywhere.

"Ohhhhhh no..." Vek mutters. "Guys, I think the battle has already started." He pats Liana's shaking shoulder.

"Bring it." Dean gives a smirk as we spot a bunch of people running at us from across the field. Probably fighters the Turners gathered; they're carrying crossbows, swords (the weirdos; where'd they get swords?!), mini bomb slingshots, and one of them even has a shot gun. There's a tall building across the other side, on a stony plaza, and a silver lettering sign is plastered to the side of it.

Dr. Black's Chemical Lab Sanctuary. In a subtitle; The Innovations Of The Future.

"That's why they aren't here!" Greigh growls up at the towering building. "These people are to fight us off while they go and take the serums!"

"Well, let's fight these guys off quick, because they're going to escape if we don't catch them!" Vek takes a running start at these people, and we all follow.

The turf around me is blowing up, sending clouds of dust into my face, and I cough and hack. My asthma is not helping right now.

A hand yanks me out of the dust cloud zone, and I turn to see Ina.

"Ina! Holy great guacamoles, where were you!?" I yell as my throat wheezes and chokes, my eyes watering.

"Not important right now, but Greigh, I need you to know that I'm not dating Jason. Well, kind of? Never mind, just trust me." She says as Greigh is fist fighting some guy.

"I- oof- Ina, I really c-can't ... talk.. right now!" He knocks the guy out.

"Right, I get it." Ina closes her eyes and makes a strained sound. "Guys!" She yells.

"What?" Dean huffs from dodging the slingshot guy's mini bombs.

"Is it me or can we not use our powers here?!" She exclaims.

I groan as a guy spots me from across the field, sizing me up to shoot me with his crossbow. He shoots, and I narrowly avoid the arrow. I gasp for the breath I had been holding meanwhile it was in the air, and scream out to my friends.

"Dean and Ina! You two get to the other side of the field and get to the serums, while the rest of us fight the army off!" I scream, yelping as the arrow misses my arm again.

"Got it!" They sprint off, and we get to work.

Without our powers, we are completely screwed.

This battle is a losing game.