Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Tron'ed

Dean:

God, she was so, so different... When I first met Khalilah Holmes, as Kali Forbes, she was this hard as nails 19 year old with a set goal to stop the apocalypse and to get home to her family. Here we were, a coupla years later, and she'd died once, lost her brother twice, me god knows how many times, and there was just... Nothing left of her. 

I was watching her now as I came in from the grocery store, working out on one of the machines that she brought from nowhere, and managed to fit in. She was just wearing a sports bra, legging and thin trainers, trying to build up those abs that I had proven to be able to bounce a nickel off , ready to start hunting again, and was now slightly puffy, scared and pale, while you could still see her ribs through that icy skin. However years later, making her 24 ish now, and she was just a shell.

And it was my fault.

Then Sam walked in and she stopped, out of breath and sweating, trying to dry herself on a towel and took out her headphones, looking embarrassed. She didn't need to be, I'd seen her in less, and a lot worse. "Man, I'm telling you, give me five minutes with some clippers, and..."

"Oh, shut up." My brother snapped at me, kissing our resident blondes sweaty head as she took out a bottle of water and sipped it. "Uh, what time did I lay down?"

"You took a siesta around noon." Kali muttered, looking at her tablet. "Yesterday."

I grabbed another beer and threw it into my brothers direction, and he didn't react, meaning it shattered onto the floor. "I'm sorry, I, uh..."

My exgirlfriend rolled her eyes. "That's why you don't have nice things, Sam." Then he stumbled and suddenly she was a lot more aware of him. We hadn't told her quite everything yet, she just wanted to get Suzy back. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm, I'm fine, I just—" Sammy lent on the table, rubbing his face, "uh, you know what, I'm gonna get dressed. We should go find Kevin."

That was not going to happen, in the slightest, bro. "Hey hey, hey hey hey, easy, easy, sleeping beauty. Look, man, I've hacked into every security camera around Garth's houseboat, Kevin's hometown, where Mrs Tran lived..."

Kali's eyes slightly flickered silver as she tried to carefully freeze her glass of water, but literally just made it slightly colder. She was really out of practice, a year as someone normal. Ish. "And?"

"Well, nothing so far."

"Dean, we have to find him." They said together, as Khalilah left the water and went back to trying pull ups. She hadn't slept, tried working out for 24 hours straight.

I was fully aware of our situation, as well. "I know. I know, but Garth is out looking for him, we got a hunter APB out on Kevin, and on Suzy in case the Empress gets herself out of dodge, we will do what we can from here while you get better, and Khalilah back in shape."

"I'm fine. Dean, I can still go out there, I can still hunt. Kali is good at doing all of this herself, or she can train out in the field."

Definitely not happening. "Really?" 

Taking them both to the shooting range, I loaded two guns and looked at them both. "This is stupid."

I fired twice with one, hitting the target in the chest both times. "Alright. You hit that target, either of you, we'll talk about getting you both back out there."

"No problem." Sam aimed, wavering before he used his other hand to steady the gun, but still missed the target entirely on both shots he fired.

"Look, man, this second trial hit you a lot harder than that first one. I don't know whether it was just more intense or what." Then Khalilah grabbed the other one, and fired three times. Once between the eyes, the next in the heart, and the final? Well, let's just say that it was lucky that we were cool with us not being together any longer because it was right in the crotch. "And apparently Khalilah is better with a gun now a days."