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THERE WERE TWELVE OF THEM LIKE THERE WERE TWELVE MONTHS IN A YEAR. That used to be the case. Now there were not enough left, not enough to continue saving this world, not enough to continue saving this city, not enough to even continue saving themselves.
They lost a lot and even a lot was an understatement. They lost too much that it felt numb all over, nothing to feel, nothing to think about anymore.
August Launcelette was one of the few of the Launcelette left alongside her three brothers, one of which is an alcoholic. She was 30 years of age and yet she still remembers it as clear as day the events that happened when she was less than half the age.
She was screaming. Everyone was screaming. But she could hear no one else. It was as though she was by herself, left alone in the broken pieces of the buildings, the air contaminated by the smoke from the fire.
Then she heard her. July Launcelette. Her Lily. Her saviour.
It was when she heard her call her name did she realise that the building next to her was collapsing. But like the useless thing she was, she couldn't do anything.
She had wings, those made of the strongest metal on Earth, and yet she couldn't fly. She was gifted, like every other kid wanted, and yet she didn't want this gift of hers.
It was useless, a burden, and the cause of her best friend's death.
When July reached her side, she used her abilities and put her in a bubble, preventing her from getting hurt by the falling debris. She was saved. Lily, however, wasn't so fortunate.
August remembered crying and wailing and begging for help. But no one heard her. It was like the universe hated her, wanting to punish her from slacking off in the training to not master the gift she was given, wanting to take her only hope away, leaving her as a soulless person.
"You murderer!"
She remembered the time when January shouted at her, face red and eyes filled with tears. His voice echoed in the hallway with one emotion that was heard clearly. Pure anger.
She was crying as well, standing behind February who was trying to stop his brother from hitting his sister.
But these kids were not normal.
August was pushed to the wall behind her, blood spewing out of her lips as she heard the cracks of her bones and the wall. But the pain she felt was not in her back or arms or legs. It was deep in her heart, where she knew that what he said was true.
She truly was a murderer.
"It's not worth fighting her," she heard December say as he glanced over his shoulder, the girl missing the concerned expression he displayed for her.
"August..." she heard last before falling unconscious.
"June!" she remembered screaming, pushing her wings quicker to fly towards the girl.
Half of her body was gone, it was a miracle how she was still breathing. August fell on the ground beside her, positioning June's body for her head to lay on her lap.
Despite the condition she was in, June smiled. It was the most beautiful smile August had seen since July's death.
"Don't cry, August," her soft voice tickled August's ears as she continued crying, unable to hold back the tears. "I'm still here and I will always defend you."
June had the kindest soul amongst the siblings, always putting others before her. Her demise was also the result of that. Having to create so many things to prevent the death of the civilians, June herself died a tragic death, last seen lying on the lap of the winged female who was already disliked by some of her siblings.
How was she supposed to explain this now?
She remembered how April would always stand beside her, defending her from the accusations thrown to her. She remembered how April would always soothe her despite not being the best at comforting others. She remembered, so clearly, how April was too powerful for her own good.
The lightning was unavoidable. The death was inevitable.
When the lightning struck, April fell on her knees, looking into the eyes of her crying sister before falling to her death, the cries of her sister unheard by anyone.
It was tragic, traumatising even. But what could she do? Nothing. She was useless.
One after another, the twelve siblings suddenly turned to four. Though, one was always not home and another had left home.
She was useless, even until now. She couldn't do anything so why did he come for her? Why was this boy, dressed in uniform, coming for her help?
It's no use. She was useless, after all.
Note: Before anyone complains, I will be referring to Eliot Page's character as 'Vanya' since the story takes place in first and second season. I am still contemplating whether to write for season 3 and 4 but if I do, I will be referring to his character as 'Viktor'. Thank you for understanding.
