Dignified

Chapter thirteen

"RYAN!" Peyton yelled, running towards the railing. Clark's eyes were wide as he realized what he had just done. Trace and Peyton stood next to the edge, watching the scene Clark had caused. Worry, fear, and shock was spread across each of their faces.

Ryan didn't know whether he was falling or flying. He could hardly hear anything, the roaring of the wind drowning everything out. His eyes were tearing up as he fell faster, trying to catch up to Zach. He heard his brother screaming in fright, willing himself to move forward. He reached his hand out, his fingertips brushing against Zach's shirt. "C'mon. Just...a little..CLOSER!" He said through gritted teeth, leaning forward just in time. He pulled his brother upward, grabbing the back of his shirt. He didn't have enough time. He knew they were going to hit. Ryan had no choice but to fly forward, heading straight for another building. "Hold on!" He yelled at Zach. He pulled his feet in front of him, preparing to rebound. It seemed like everything was happening in slow motion. He knew exactly what was going on, where he was going, and what he was going to do after that. The second his feet hit the wall, he pushed back, turning so that he was flying towards the penthouse. "Almost there." He muttered against the wind. Peyton and Trace ran back as they saw the boys rapidly flying at them. He was having trouble slowing down. Ryan considered his possibilities in less than a second and decided to land into the pool. They splashed loudly, hitting the pool floor as they landed. Ryan took a breath, loving the feeling of being underwater. He realized his brother couldn't do the same and quickly kicked off, pushing them to the top. Zach gasped, trying to find his way to the edge. Ryan jumped out, flipping his hair out of his face before confronting Clark. "What the HELL is wrong with you?!" He yelled, pushing Clark back. He gawked, still being unable to believe what he has just done.

"I-I...I didn't mean to-"

"-You didn't MEAN to?! Clark, if I had taken any longer downstairs with Peyton, you would have KILLED him!!"

Clark stammered, unable to say anything. Ryan glared at him dangerously before returning to help Zach. Him and Trace helped their brother up, and headed inside, taking Zach towards his room. Clark ran his hand through his hair, feeling very frustrated with himself. He noticed Peyton was still there, simply staring at him with a disgusted expression. He raised his eyebrows at her angrily.

"What?"

"What happened to you?" She asked, shaking her head and following the other boys.

Inside, Zach was sprawled across his bed, groaning in pain, rubbing the spots where Clark had hit him. Peyton walked in the room, handing him an ice pack.

"Here. This should help the pain."

Zach couldn't help but smirk. "Aw. She wants me to feel better. You see? I told you guys she likes me!" He said, laughing softly. She rolled her eyes and stood in front of Ryan, crossing her arms. "You've got a lot of explaining to do." Ryan sighed, and began telling her about everything that happened at Camp Safe Haven. He described the meteor with the crystals, and how their hair changed colors. He told her about the guy who had attacked him, and how Dom had gone missing. She sat next to him, pressing her eyebrows together in thought.

"The guy was right. Things will definitely not be the same this year." Said Peyton. He nodded. "I know." He turned to Trace. "Hey, where's Dad?"

"He was unconscious, so we took him to bed." Trace said.

Outside, Clark was sat on the edge of the pool, staring off at the city. He couldn't believe what he had done. Ryan was right. He would have killed Zach had it not been for his younger brother. Why'd he do it? All Zach did was insult Scott and Clark had lost it. He turned to face the shattered door. Now, their apartment was a wreck and his brothers were angry at him, he put his face into his hands, sighing loudly. He had constantly told them to watch their powers, to practice, to be careful, but it was him, the one who needed to learn and gain control. The air outside was heavy and the wind was blowing, following Clark's mood. As he was staring at glass railing on the edge of the terrace, he noticed something. He looked past his reflection and gasped as he saw a man standing behind him. He turned his head but jumped forward, falling into the pool. He surfaced, rubbing the water out of his eyes, rapidly turning around, but no one was there.