Fergus Finlay was the boy who would be seen causing trouble around Midtown High, walking around with his pack of cards and wit to save him from trouble. However, he was in for a rude wake-up call; history was awakening, and it had set its eyes on Fe...
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If Fergus even tried to think harder about it... It still didn't make sense, had Ref been gay and not told him? Why hadn't he said anything? Was he ashamed? Scared? thinking about that hurt more then he'd imagined. The dark haired boy glanced over to Brax who was sitting in the end of the table, digging into his food as if it would fix all of his prolems. He should talk to Brax, get things straight between them. If there really had been something between Brax and Ref, it would honestly break Fergus' non existent little heart.
The angsty twin seemed to feel his stare and looked up, his bright blue eyes hardening. Fergus looked away, understanding the hatred now. The guilt seemed to swallow him up wherever he went, how do people cope with it? It made him feel almost sick.
After the dinner, Nick had told everyone to gather into his office by 7pm sharp. This time, Fergus kept his eyes keenly on the watch. His sight seemed to sharpen for a second, the dust that flew in the air gently seemed to be in a perfect contrast with the rest of the room, every fiber in the floorboard was visible and all the colors seemed to be more vibrant.
Startled, Fergus blinked his eyes several times, shaking his head, once he opened his green orbs, everything was okay again.
As his eyes landed on his wristwatch, Fergus cursed under his breath, stumbling up from the corner of Refsters room as he threw the bedroom door open. it was 6:59 and he was not going to be late again, there was still a small, crescent moon shaped scar over his knuckle. His long legs nearly made him fly over the hallway, he watched with crazed eyes as Braxton was closing the door, giving him one last satisfied smile. Before the door could close, Fergus stretched out his long leg to stop the door from closing.
He flinched at the strength that Brax was pulling the door with. Bitter blue met guilty green. The twin scoffed letting, go of the doorknob. Fergus could see the crushed knob, Braxtons fingerprints having made dents into the golden metal.
"Right in time, I see. Settled in nicely, Fergus?" the tall teen closed the door behind himself, letting the easy mask fall on place. He nodded, offering Nick a tight lipped smile.
"As we know, in five days time Tony Stark will be history." okay, Fergus did not know that. Since when did they decide that? He kept quiet, making sure not to give his surprise away.
"in that time we'll have time to figure out more about Fergus' power, my dear children, you will be the start of a new era. You will be the witnesses of peace and judgement finally taking its rightful place." the tall boy who stood like a shadow next to the twins really felt out of place, he felt like he was in some sort of movie.
"Okay, here's what we will need to do." the man said, taking out his glasses and putting them on. He wheeled closer to the desk, gesturing at the papers laid across the table. He also placed his tablet next to the papers, having previously opened some odd program Fergus had never even seen before.
