Blink || The Lost Boys

The Final Countdown

"Will things ever be the same again?"

                     The Final Countdown by Europe

"WELL, THAT'S A bummer," Paul piped up after a moment of stunned silence.

All heads in the room swiveled to look at him with unimpressed expressions. He simply held both hands up in surrender, mouthing an apology. It took a lot out of Sevyn not to laugh, but it wouldn't be appropriate.

For once, she resisted the urge to laugh at the wrong time, which was a sign of growth in her opinion.

"Show us," David commanded. This news rattled him, but he maintained his usual cool exterior. He couldn't afford to let his nestmates meet their true death, and if what Sevyn said is true, that's exactly where they were headed. He needed to stop it, and if Sevyn was willing to help, he'd use her in any way he could.

"Ah, right now?" Sevyn asked, glancing between all of them. "Fine, but if you attack me again, I'm leaving. As you can see, I can escape faster than you can follow, and I promise you'll never find me. Now, if that's what you want? Fine. I'll leave. But if not, you can't kill me. I rather enjoy being alive, thank you very much, and you all seem to have a bit of a temper problem."

"We won't kill you. Now, stop talking and play the damn movie," David snapped, his impatience growing.

"See, there it is, that temper I was talking about," she mumbled as she reached for the wireless mouse.

"Is that a laptop? It's so small... and why is the keyboard rainbow-colored? Why doesn't your mouse have a cord?" Paul fired off rapid questions that Sevyn didn't feel like explaining.

"Yes, it's a gaming laptop, my smaller one. The bigger one's in my bedroom. I have a regular desktop too, but that's in the spare room. They all have rainbow lights because I like colorful things – no hidden meaning there. And wireless mice are more convenient. Now, can I start the movie?"

Paul opened his mouth for more questions, but Dwayne nudged him, and he shut up with a sigh. Sevyn gave Dwayne an appreciative nod before turning her attention back to the TV.

The pink-haired girl put the movie back to the beginning and gestured for the boys to sit. "Make yourselves at home," she offered.

Once everyone was settled – Marko on one side of her, Dwayne on the other, David in an armchair, and Paul sprawled on the floor leaning back on her legs – she hit play.

Part of her worried about their reaction to the second half of the movie, where things went south for them. But she hadn't written the movie, surely they'd understand that. After all, she'd made it clear she wanted to prevent those events. Hopefully, they'd remember that.

When the boys first appeared on screen, Paul and Marko erupted in cheers, commenting on how good they looked. It made her wonder when the last time they'd seen themselves was. That led to questions about how they styled their hair so perfectly without mirrors.

She'd have to ask them sometime.

It took all her willpower not to talk during the movie – unlike Paul, who seemed to have no qualms about talking over it – but she was terrible at keeping quiet. Normally, she was alone and could talk to the screen as much as she wanted, but now wasn't the time to annoy them.

So, she mostly kept quiet, answering their questions only when spoken to. Three of the boys seemed to be enjoying watching themselves, laughing every time they messed with Michael – which, she had to admit, she found funny too.