Cataleia fought a fierce fight alongside her comrades. She made the battlefield her own as she created light constructs that would aid her. She quite literally dodged bullets as she focused her hearing solely on the enemies around her, listening to their every command and the sounds of their weapons being prepared for firing. These were not government sent agents – The bill had yet to be passed, there were no logos on them anywhere, and she highly doubted the government would be so stupid to go so far as to massacre an entire school. With children. As the numbers dwindled down, she found herself getting more hands on, running out to her targets and bathing in their blood.
The battle was soon over and every enemy they could see was dead. She did not speak as she walked back to her friends, dripping in blood. She was trembling and her eyes were cold as she looked to the ground and saw many from inside were dead after trying to aid them – Why?! Why couldn't they just stay put? She cleared her throat some before whispering softly. “We're taking whoever is left and we're leaving. We're going to Gambit's. Do not call anyone. Especially not any of the Avengers. Lina, use one of your gadgets and get a message to Gambit. Make it brief. We all ride solo. Take different paths. We don't need to look suspicious. I'll take the X-Calade and load up as many children as possible. Don't have a vehicle? Take one of mine or Lina's – Don't touch any buttons that you don't know what they're for.”
Gone was the usual kindness in her voice, replaced by a soft growl of irritation. So this is how they wanted to play it? Stryker wanted war. And she was thinking about giving him just that. Her mind grew dark as images of her destroying her enemies in an animalistic rage flickered vividly through her head. She shook the thoughts before pushing open the doors and walking inside. “Where...are...they?” The foyer was empty except for a few littered bodies. Dead bodies. A few heads peeked out of hiding spots and she breathed a sigh of relief. She grew more enraged and tense than she already was as those that were left came out of hiding and explained that there was an attack from the back and several had been gunned down if not captured. Her eyes scanned the ones before them and she recognized a few of them.
She almost choked as Tommy saw her bloodied and rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her and delivering to her the deepest kiss she imagined she ever had. Tulio wasn't going to be happy about that. And neither was Caelan. Dazed and taken aback, she only kissed back until he pulled away. Everyone stared and for a moment, the only sound was that of Caelan's growl. “Everyone find a vehicle and passengers and move the fuck out.” She quickly regained control of the situation and began to herd everyone out to the garage. Caelan didn't even look at her. She felt a twisting, sick feeling in her stomach because she couldn't admit to herself even that she loved that kiss. That she wouldn't resist if he tried again. But she had no time to think about that as she loaded ten people into the black escalade and peeled out of the garage, heading for Louisiana.
“Alright – Everyone out. Go inside and wash up. Make yourselves at home.”
Cataleia-Bibiana had pulled up into Remy's driveway shortly after her brother and Lina had. She stepped out of the large vehicle and was met with a heat wave that almost knocked her over. Grunting, she trudged slowly towards Lina and Remy, glad that the blood on her face somewhat hid her tears. Lina was unusually chipper considering their situation, but she had heard chatter from the others that she was shot in the head and survived. Good for her. But even now, she couldn't look her friend in the eye for what she had done to Caelan. “Going inside...”, she muttered. Before either of them could say anything, her clothes fell to the ground and she became but an orb of weak, flickering blue light.
She was slow as she bounced her way past her brother and into the house. She claimed the first room that she came to after floating through an open window. Hovering over the bed, she re-solidified and fell upon it, her naked body bloodying the sheets with whatever moist blood was left as she simply passed out. She wouldn't go comatose like last time, but she was just tired from the previous events. She hadn't taken time to wash up, she stopped for food and drinks just once, and her head was throbbing with too many thoughts. She just wanted peace and quiet.
The battle was soon over and every enemy they could see was dead. She did not speak as she walked back to her friends, dripping in blood. She was trembling and her eyes were cold as she looked to the ground and saw many from inside were dead after trying to aid them – Why?! Why couldn't they just stay put? She cleared her throat some before whispering softly. “We're taking whoever is left and we're leaving. We're going to Gambit's. Do not call anyone. Especially not any of the Avengers. Lina, use one of your gadgets and get a message to Gambit. Make it brief. We all ride solo. Take different paths. We don't need to look suspicious. I'll take the X-Calade and load up as many children as possible. Don't have a vehicle? Take one of mine or Lina's – Don't touch any buttons that you don't know what they're for.”
Gone was the usual kindness in her voice, replaced by a soft growl of irritation. So this is how they wanted to play it? Stryker wanted war. And she was thinking about giving him just that. Her mind grew dark as images of her destroying her enemies in an animalistic rage flickered vividly through her head. She shook the thoughts before pushing open the doors and walking inside. “Where...are...they?” The foyer was empty except for a few littered bodies. Dead bodies. A few heads peeked out of hiding spots and she breathed a sigh of relief. She grew more enraged and tense than she already was as those that were left came out of hiding and explained that there was an attack from the back and several had been gunned down if not captured. Her eyes scanned the ones before them and she recognized a few of them.
She almost choked as Tommy saw her bloodied and rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her and delivering to her the deepest kiss she imagined she ever had. Tulio wasn't going to be happy about that. And neither was Caelan. Dazed and taken aback, she only kissed back until he pulled away. Everyone stared and for a moment, the only sound was that of Caelan's growl. “Everyone find a vehicle and passengers and move the fuck out.” She quickly regained control of the situation and began to herd everyone out to the garage. Caelan didn't even look at her. She felt a twisting, sick feeling in her stomach because she couldn't admit to herself even that she loved that kiss. That she wouldn't resist if he tried again. But she had no time to think about that as she loaded ten people into the black escalade and peeled out of the garage, heading for Louisiana.
“Alright – Everyone out. Go inside and wash up. Make yourselves at home.”
Cataleia-Bibiana had pulled up into Remy's driveway shortly after her brother and Lina had. She stepped out of the large vehicle and was met with a heat wave that almost knocked her over. Grunting, she trudged slowly towards Lina and Remy, glad that the blood on her face somewhat hid her tears. Lina was unusually chipper considering their situation, but she had heard chatter from the others that she was shot in the head and survived. Good for her. But even now, she couldn't look her friend in the eye for what she had done to Caelan. “Going inside...”, she muttered. Before either of them could say anything, her clothes fell to the ground and she became but an orb of weak, flickering blue light.
She was slow as she bounced her way past her brother and into the house. She claimed the first room that she came to after floating through an open window. Hovering over the bed, she re-solidified and fell upon it, her naked body bloodying the sheets with whatever moist blood was left as she simply passed out. She wouldn't go comatose like last time, but she was just tired from the previous events. She hadn't taken time to wash up, she stopped for food and drinks just once, and her head was throbbing with too many thoughts. She just wanted peace and quiet.