Legends of Tomorrow: Tales of the Waverider S1

12. Darker Days

Edith felt tears well up in her eyes as she watched Aldus fall asleep on the train. Joe had tucked him under his large coat, but it still couldn't cover their son's gaunt features. He wasn't even ten and yet he had already faced the struggles that no child should.

"We shouldn't have done this." She murmured to Joe. He looked up from his newspaper.

"It was your idea to run away." He replied.

"No, we shouldn't have had a child."

"Why not?"

"We're making a poor soul suffer because of our curse. What if we die soon? What will become of him? He's a little child, and we're going to expect him to survive on his own?"

"That's why we're running, isn't it? It isn't just for us, it's to raise Aldus also."
"But is this really raising a child?"

They both looked at Aldus, at their sweet boy who snored quietly when he slept. He melted and broke her heart at the same time.

"He'll never have an education, he'll never have friends, and he'll have to constantly look over his shoulder for a murderer." Edith whispered.

"We'll homeschool him, and when he's old enough, he can go to college with the money we saved. He can leave us as soon as he's eighteen, and then we'll visit him from afar, and write letters about our trips to California and Louisiana. Maybe we'll even go to Egypt after a couple of years."

"Will we still be alive by then?"

"You worry too much, Edith. You have little worry lines right between your eyebrows, do you know that?" Joe kissed her on her forehead to smooth the creases. "It's going to be alright, you'll see."

Her eyes opened. It wasn't alright. It never was. Tears fell dripped down as she reached to feel her forehead where Joe had kissed her.

This was why she hated the 20s.

"Don't you dare worry about anything, sweetest Kendra." He stroked her hair. "You are with me now. You're safe."

She lay on his lap, her long dress resting on her skinny form. His words washed over her like sweet honey.

She looked up at him lovingly.

Savage stared back with his two, empty eyes.

"Are you okay?" Ray asked. "You look as if you've seen a ghost."

He sat crosslegged on the bed beside her where Savage had been. She looked at him, horrified, as she saw Savage's image fade away in his face.

"Kendra?" He asked. He put his book down.

The flash of panic left her. Ray's soft, worried features came back into focus.

"I'm going to sleep in my room for the rest of the night." She said. "Sorry Ray."

She left as quickly as she could, turning away from his stunned face.

Kendra hadn't been in her room for a while now. She was so used to sharing her room with Ray, and being alone felt different. She had been alone for a long time before she first moved to Central City, but after these wings had sprouted from her back, she was barely in solitary for time to even think. She lay on her bed cautiously. The sheets were cold and stiff, her room dark and gloomy. And finally her head felt like it was at peace. Her eyes closed slowly.

"I miss you, you handsome son of a bitch." Katherine said, as she took a swing of scotch from the bottle. She sat in front of the fire, the flames flickering near her face. It had been almost two years since Hannibal had been stabbed and she had run away like a coward. It forced her to hide and practice all the skills he had taught her everyday. Her ways of survival had always distracted her from him, but today was their anniversary. She couldn't just skip it.

So here she was. She had gotten some expensive scotch from the bar back in town, and was drinking to her dead husband's name. She missed him.

And yet, she felt more powerful than ever without her other half. What was it the townspeople were calling her? Was it Cinnamon?

Kendra felt strangely calm for the first time after a vision.