[Hey guys! Part 2 is here! A day late but still here and I have one thing to say.
I am sorry (not sorry)
CW: same as last chapter, but yeah, mentions of blood, abandonment, and the last one is kind of a spoiler so I'm putting it in the comments so yeah. Enjoy!]
"Fellas," Ren said, clapping his hands together. "I sure hope you remember what the plan was, because I don't."
Grian rolled his eyes, before realising he too, in fact, did not know what the okan was either. Scar was out of the question. Etho was sighing, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Beef folded his arms before saying, "It's not my fault you weren't listening."
"Beef," Scar said, turning on his 'pester puppy dog eyes'. "I, of course, paid very close attention to Xisuma's speech, but, uh," he paused, glancing at a few certain people, "for the sake of those who have poor memory, could you please explain. Please?" He turned the power all the way to maximum, his eyes wide and innocent.
Beef scowled.
"Sweetfaces, do not worry! Papa K will save the day!" Keralis said, shoving Beef to the side playfully. "Mean old–"
"Bloodhound, you'll be waiting up the tower, ready to give the signal to attack," Cleo cut in, as she approached them. "Watcher and Vex will be at the foot of the tower to lure the heroes out."
Grian and Scar nodded, flashing excited grins at each other.
Cleo tacked on, "Shade, you will be hiding in the alleys along the east side—right over there, see?"
Etho nodded, then stepped back into the shadows, seemingly disappearing. Beef turned to quickly head in the same direction.
"Keralis?"
"Yes, sweetcheeks?"
"Get your sweetcheeks up that flat over there," Cleo said sharply.
"Yes, sweetface."
Cleo sighed, gesturing for Scar and Grian to come over to her. "Now," she began. "Do not separate from each other, no matter what happens — and do not engage. Your job is to help create a scene while the others go inside to rescue the other hybrids."
"Yes'm," the two chorused dutifully.
"Remember: don't actually fight the heroes. They'll easily beat you—no, Scar, don't ask about any what-ifs because there will be none, you understand?"
"Ayup," he said, grinning.
"Okay," Cleo smiled. "Stay safe, all right?"
"Yes, mom!" Scar chirped, grabbing Grian's hand and pulling him away, giggling.
***
That was the last time Grian'd heard him properly laugh.
He gazed at Scar, whose eyes had begun to spill tears that ran down his face, mixing with his blood, before dripping onto the snow.
If Grian could cry, he would have.
But his throat made no noise besides a wet gurgle, and gosh—he hurt so much he could barely think.
***
"I see one," Grian whispered, noticing a small movement in one of the empty streets. "If we're quick, we could probably get them."
Scar shook his head. "Cleo said not to engage at all," he said.
"It'll be fine," Grian replied, dismissing Scar's concerns with a wave. "Besides, we're not alone. The others are around for backup." At this, Scar looked ahead uncertainly, an uneasy feeling settling over his stomach. Grian smiled reassuringly.
Cleo watched and cursed under her breath as she saw the two creeping closer to the unsuspecting hero. "For goodness' sake!" she muttered, and then suddenly her heart dropped as she saw Hypnosis join the other hero. "X," she said, turning her comm. link on, "we have an issue—"
Suddenly, Ren's voice came flooding through her comm, filled with urgency. "Dudes. Teknik is here! And — K: behind you, six o'clock, Aqueas!"
Cleo turned, scanning her surroundings to see if any heroes were here where she was.
"Hey, Beans!" cried a familiar, unwelcome voice. "We have company!"
"Rude," Cleo retorted. "I don't recall inviting anyone over." She took out her daggers, pistol resting at her hip in a belt. Then, on the comm link, she said, "Let's kick some butt."
