Among the rally of the mob, Rosalie bent down to hold Viktor. The man staggered to stand, as he peered up at the trio in front of him. All he saw in them was boiling anger; red, blue and green swirling in the chosen eyes. He felt his breath hitch at the very sight. Jean watched with narrowed eyes.
The three girls peered around them. At familiar faces. At the strangers, who fought against them. It made their fists clench. Still sat in the house after the tense, heated argument between the Bonnie and Clyde couple, the rest of the family all stood around the television to get one glimpse of the trio. Five, Klaus and Ben needed one shot of them.
Neither of the three said anything. They spoke through their expressions. All it read was rage, betrayal, mistrust. Viktor didn't know who was looking back at but it wasn't Dusk, or Dahlia, nor Victoria. The trio didn't spare another moment; seemingly made their minds up about something simultaneously. "Oh shit...we gotta go." Luther mumbled, as if saying what they were all thinking watching the feed.
Using their abilities, Dusk flew away by the help of her wings. Dahlia slid as she used her ice to skate herself in the same direction. Victoria engulfed herself in her telekinetic power, allowing herself to fly with them too. Viktor stumbled to stand, trying to attempt running after them, letting out a piercing yell.
Viktor: GIRLS!
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The three raced for miles, getting away as best as they could from that mob. Eventually, they found themselves in an abandoned building and seek refuge inside. Dahlia sent an ice block to lock the doors tightly, just in case anyone tried to be stupid enough to follow after them. Walking inside, all three girls held their hands to their heads. It wasn't out of pain, guilt for their actions, nor regret of anything in the last couple of hours. Instead, they could hear someone in each of their heads, speaking to them.
Victoria and Dahlia fell to the floor on their knees, whereas Dusk stayed standing. You could hear small grunts of pain as they spoke.
Tele-Girl (in Victoria's head): Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Frostbite (in Dahlia's head): Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Victoria: Let his flesh not be torn
Dahlia: Let his blood leave no stain
Dusk: Though they beat him...
All: Let the seventh feel no pain
Dusk: Let his bones never break
Dahlia: And however they try to destroy him
All: Let the seventh never die
Let him never die!
"NO!"
Like a tidal wave, the voices hit the girls again, sending an even more painful shock into them. This time, Dusk joined Victoria and Dahlia on the floor, as the hands stayed on their hands. One of Dusk's hands and Victoria's shakily went to their stomachs. Despite the anger that was boiling inside them, it seemed like there was still a piece of the normal trio in them. Trying to reason with these echoing voices in their head, but it's clear they wouldn't take no for an answer.
