Oracles are a subset of witches that are gifted with visions of the future and the past, along with being able to see people's auras. They are born with white hair and bright blue eyes, and cannot access their abilities until their "awakening" where they have an intense vision of their whole future. Repressing the awakening can cause both physical and mental scarring along with immense pain.
The original three Oracles, Atropos, Clotho and Lachesis (also known as the fates or the wayward sisters) were alive for thousands of years until Atropos was killed just over two decades ago. Since then three more oracles have been born and awakened, seemingly chosen to replace the sisters.
Neoma Bishop, 19: Despite being the youngest, was the first to awaken at only 11 years old, and was immediately taken in by the sisters and taught how to control her visions.
Rowan Donahue, 25: The first oracle to be born after Atropos's death, but the second to be awakened at age 18. During his transition as a trans male, he decided to take his own path and reject the sister's teachings, repressing his abilities as an oracle.
Winter Knight, 21: The most recently awakened oracle. She grew up non-verbal and magicless due to the trauma of losing her parents at a young age. Since her awakening she has unlocked all her magic with the help of Neoma and the sisters.
"Apollo!" Janus called, pushing through the crowds of fleeing, screaming villagers. He must have known, he must have known this was going to happen. It must have been why he was so insistent on going down to the market that day. His hood fell as he ran, though all the humans were far too caught up in their own fear and panic to pay any attention to the grey skinned, red eyed man. The demonic deity shoved through a crowd mercilessly as he called out again, trying desperately to spot his lover through the thick, black smoke and ash that clogged the air. It wasn’t fear of the unknown that was pulsing through Janus’ veins, this situation wasn’t anything knew. They had seen the fall of civilisations, watched wars and massacres unfold, but this was different. This wasn’t man, but God. If this world breaking storm had been sent to destroy them, then there would be no hope for his partner, who would throw himself in front of a poisoned arrow to save one human without any regard for himself. He had to keep running, he had to find his Sunshine.
“Janus!” Apollo screamed into the fire, back peddling quickly to avoid more of the building that was collapsing around him. He tightened his hold on the children in his arms, shushing their cries as he quickly looked for another way out. He had seen the mountain explode in his dreams the night before, raining fire and death on the people below. It had woken him in a cold sweat, tears tracking down his face as the screams from his nightmare rang in his ears. The old ghost had known then and there that he had to help, no matter what. Now there he was, heat blistering his skin as he found himself trapped inside the crumbling city. He called out mentally as ash clogged his throat, hoping and praying the demon he loved would hear him. All he could do was wait, shielding the crying children with his own body.
Janus jumped from shadow to shadow, disappearing and reappearing over and over as he approached the destruction. Buildings burned around him, lighting the black sky as he searched. All of a sudden, the roar of the flames, the screams of the dying and the rumble of the mountain all seemed to fall silent, the world slowing to a crawl.
Janus!
He took off, racing towards the source of the cry as the world caught up, flooding his senses with noise. He shoved into the city’s orphanage, kicking himself for not figuring to check sooner. Of course the old fool would go there at the first sign of trouble, it was in his nature. Flames bit at his skin and ate at his clothes, only to be pushed back by his dark aura.
“Shedim!” He screamed over the cacophony of destruction, the name feeling familiar and warm on his tongue, despite the centuries since it’s last use. He made one last push through into the centre of the home, finally finding Apollo, huddled around the bodies of the orphans. They were already gone, likely due to the smoke, but the younger deity hadn’t seemed to have noticed, still holding them close as if protecting them from the end of the world. Janus moved forward quickly, taking his love's face into his hands and pulling it up to look at him. “Let them go, we have to leave!”
“No, we can’t!" Apollo said in panic, the relief that had flooded his eyes moments before quickly vanishing. “The children-"
“Are already dead Shedim! You should know better by now, you know we cannot interfere. If their deaths were to happen, there would be nothing you could do to stop them!” Janus interrupted, shaking the other slightly as he tried to reason with him. He let go of his shoulders, moving his hands down to pry the God of music’s hands away from the lifeless bodies, pulling him up to his feet. “Please!”
After what felt like a life time, Apollo finally nodded silently, and they were instantly wrapped up in the velvety blackness of the void, being carried away from the destruction, from the screams, from Pompeii.
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Phantom dodged the tourists as best he could, keeping his head dipped and hidden under the cap that casted a shadow across his face. To the people around him, he was invisible. Just another body in a crowd, just like he had been all those millennia ago. Everything was different, yet so familiar as his hands brushed the walls that still stood. He could almost picture that last day, the smells and sounds of the market, the laughter of children and the call of animals. Just as quickly as it came, the vision faded. Now all that was left were ghosts.
He ducked seamlessly past the fences and barricades, slipping through into one of the ruins that lay at the outskirts of the city, it’s stone still blackened from the fire and lava that had overcome it. To all others that came to gawp at the famous disaster site, the building was empty. None could see what he could. None could see the three tiny graves that lay in the centre, nor the stone markers made of pure obsidian standing over them.
The red eyed man sat before the graves, as he always did on this day, and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, and let the past flood through to him, guilt and anger and frustration melted away in the following moments, hours passing as he let himself make peace with his memories.
“I thought I might find you here.” A familiar voice hummed from behind him, much softer than the usual tone it held. A hand came to rest on his shoulder almost comfortingly. “It’s getting late.”
Phantom nodded softly, bringing his own hand up to rest on the one on his shoulder. He looked up at the other man, giving him a tired smile.
Oooo yesss (Here is a list of headcannons from my writing blog, but I'll put some more which I don't think are on there.)
Jackie's favourite food is burgers with lots of onions, and he loves pretzels
He wears glasses to make his vision worse, not better. His heightened senses are great for vigilante work, but otherwise it usually causes extreme sensory overload, so the glasses help desensitize his eyes.
Has a day job as security guard. Hates it.
Has a short temper when he's tired or stressed but is otherwise chill.
Soft whispers filled the air of the house, emanating from one room right at the back. The same room would often have lights of all colours and smells of all kinds drifting out between the gaps in the doorway. The room was a curiosity, no one beside it's single inhabitant had ever been inside, and no one had seen him come or go. The wooden door frame was etched with markings and burns of incomprehensible shapes and patterns, the strange runes seeming to hum with energy that was almost tangible if you stuck your hand too close. The wood of the door itself was old and knotted, but always seemed to smell like it had been freshly cut. A single sign hung from a nail in the wood, hand painted in perfect cursive to simply read; "Private, do not enter. Leave parcels in the box."
Inside the room was a marvel to behold. Shelves of books, plants, bottles and bones lined every wall in an organised chaos. Stacks of the tomes sat in the corner by the worn armchair, and beautiful chunks of crystal littered every surface. The room was lit only by the sky lights above during the day, and candle light by night. A desk was pushed to the side, it's table covered with lose papers and notes, bottles of inks and an alchemy set that was always steaming with something new. The first thing you may notice, however, would be the large circles carved intricately into the wooden floor, each circle filled with runes and symbols that had been so carefully drawn that not even a single imperfection remained.
1. Senan (sen-nan) ; an abandoned male calico that Marvin rescued when he found him alone and starving on the street.
2. Caireann (kay-reen) ; a female black cat that he took in as a kitten after she was abandoned by her mother since she was the runt of her litter.
3. Kyna (kai-nuh) ; a female white long-haired that he got from a shelter when she was a kitten.
4. Lorcan (laur-cawn) ; a male, one eyed, blonde feral alley cat that Marvin found injured and took to the vet, and has been showing up at the house wanting to be fed ever since.
5. Niamh (nee-iv) ; His 5ft female Lavender Corn snake.
Marvin is a witch that loosely follows wiccan and pagan traditions and practices, using them to help channel his natural magic.
He's an oracle that gets very brief glimpses into the future through visions, but mostly he sees things currently happening or that has previously happened that he'd have otherwise no reason to know.
Because of this, within a week of interaction with a person he will know everything about them, their secrets, their feelings and their fears. He rarely uses this to any kind of advantage, it just happens.
His scars came from repressed magic escaping through a fire that burned patches on his arms and body, but mostly around his eyes.
He is a socially driven introvert, he enjoys quiet and peace and being able to do his own thing, but when he is having a bad day, he will seek out the closest person to just exist near. He finds a lot of comfort from touch, more so than words.
He's an eccentric and an attention seeker. 9 times out of 10 he just likes being seen.
Although Marvin identifies as a gay man, there are times when his gender is more fluid, and even outside of that he wears what he wants, even feminine clothes or makeup despite his more male leaning.
Marvin's full name is Marvin Donahue Quinn McLoughlin.
He has the most tattoos of the egos, piercings too. It's not unusual to see his tattoos move and spin and shift, some seeming to appear and disappear overnight.
He has cat eye pupils, but the colour of his eyes change frequently. Usually they are bright blue, purple or one of each.
He's a slut and proud.
Also a chaotic trickster bastard who thrives in his chances to just be an asshole.
Okay, so Anti's always been my favourite, he's my boy, my son, but... I think Marvin is starting to slowly sneak his way in there...
I like drawing and writing him more than the others, and I find it easier to project and relate to the chaotic neutral witch boy, I've also recently in the last few years started to explore paganism and that doesn't help
Anti will always have a special place in my heart though.
Echo has lived for a long time, and during her time living with her dad she decided that she wanted to keep a journal so she could remember every day of that long life.
Her journals were plain black notepads with a year written on the front, doodles filling the margins and photos tucked between the pages.
Around the time that the 50th journal became full was when the journal entries faltered. First they came irregular and short, crudely drawn maps and symbols filling the pages instead of the tidy, even cursive.
They soon stopped all together, leaving nothing but bloody and torn pages being littering the woods.
When I was a little girl I was told stories of the ghost with many eyes.
I was told that if I didn't eat all my vegetables and go to bed on time, if I wasn't a good girl for my parents, that when I was all grown up, the phantom with a hundred smiling mouths would take me away.
I was told that it didn't matter if the doors were locked, or my windows were shut tight. It wouldn't matter because he could walk through walls. He could get me no matter where I hid or how hard I ran. He would find me, and then no one else ever would.
When I was a little girl, my parents would put onhe news after dinner, and there would always be another face. Another pretty girl with happy eyes that would never be happy again.
I had thought to myself that she probably missed her curfew when she was younger, or maybe she said a rude word in church.
I had thought that maybe, the man with many faces would be satisfied with this new pretty girl with the bright smile, and he'd leave all the other ladies alone. But everyday there would be another face on the screen. Another happy face that will never get to do adult things like go to work, walk her dog, or go on a long drive again past curfew again.
And now I only think about how long it will be until it's mine.
“Where are we going?” Henrik sighed with a slight growl, rubbing his hand over his eyes. His voice may have only portrayed a mere mild irritation, but in reality, he was bubbling with rage over the fact that he had been dragged out of bed - at 8am - on his only day off that week. “If you do not tell me, or better yet turn around, I will report you for kidnapping.”
Chase snorted from the driving seat, trying to contain himself from bouncing with excitement. They had been planning this for months and the day had finally come; just one more step to go. Unfortunately for them, however, it was the hardest step of them all. Schneep was far from stupid, being the smartest of them all. Even at that moment, with only 4 hours of sleep, his sharp blue eyes were flicking both between them and out of the windows in an attempt to get the answers he wanted. Luckily they had planned for that, which was why Marvin was draped across the passenger seat, his feet up on the dash while he discreetly gave directions along the back way to their destination.
“Simmer down Hen.” The witch snickered, flicking his hair over his shoulder as he signaled for Chase to turn left. “Just get some sleep or something, it’s going to be, like, two hours before we get there.”
Henrik huffed again, wishing that Jackie had gotten home before he had been dragged out. Maybe he would have been able to convince them to leave him alone, to let him go back to bed and sleep until the late afternoon like he had been planning. They hadn’t even let him bring his phone, even for his music, so now he was slumped against the window, trying to get a gauge on where he was heading while trying not to listen to whatever obnoxious pop song Chase was playing on the radio. He watched the different shades of green speed past, silently praying that his destination wasn’t a ditch in a field somewhere.
...
“THE LIGHT IS GREEN DICKHOLE!” Marvin screeched, causing Henrik to shoot awake from the sleep he hadn’t realized he had fallen into. He watched with wide, stunned eyes as his brother pulled his head back in from outside the window, receiving a smack on the shoulder from Chase. “Ow! What? We’ve got places to be!”
“You woke him up you asshole.” Chase said with a repressed laugh in his voice, clearly trying to fight a smirk. He glanced up at the rear-view mirror, giving the angry German a guilty smile. “Sorry big guy. We’re almost there now.”
“Are you going to tell me where we are going yet?” He grumbled, rolling the sore muscles of his neck. He tried to rub the sleep from his eyes before fixing his glasses and peering at the clock on the dashboard. It was nearly 11 am, meaning that they had to be arriving soon. He glanced out the window and indeed it did seem that he had missed a lot of the journey. They were no longer in the rural stretch around Brighton, instead, they were in what seemed to be a city. All the green and quiet had been replaced by grey and noise. He scrunched his nose up in distaste.
“Nope. Put this on.” Marvin hummed cheerfully, sticking his arm into the backseat and waving something in Schneep’s face.
“Absolutely not.” Henrik spat, staring at the blindfold incredulously. After a couple of moments, he looked up, meeting Marvin’s smug look with his own challenging glare, the tension between them thick enough to slice.
...
Chase helped a blindfolded Henrik out of the car while Marvin ran ahead with his phone to his ear, out of earshot of the two. The two men stumbled a little as Henrik fought in his little brother’s hold. Despite the tug, however, Chase kept a firm hold on him, unable to help the grin plastered across his own face. He dragged him along, pausing as he waited for a thumbs up from Marvin before pulling Henrik’s blindfold up just enough to see his feet, so he able to walk up a flight of stairs without tripping. He ignored the other’s angered quips and growls, practically pushing him up the steps.
“Almost there Hen. Just five more minutes of patience, please?” The vlogger asked, a fake pout in his voice as they neared a louder area. Henrik snorted, feeling Chase practically jump beside him. He winced at the sudden noise, furrowing his brow at the sound of what seemed to be announcements overhead. It finally started to dawn on him where they were, when his attention was caught by a voice that he hadn’t heard in what seemed like a lifetime.
“Papa!”
Schneep quickly tore from Chase’s hold, pulling the blindfold off and racing forward. He skidded to his knees before he collided with a much smaller frame, wrapping his arms around his daughter, holding her as close as he could. He sniffled as he took everything in, unable to help the tears that stung at his eyes. He started to mumble sweetly in German, rocking Klara slightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him just as tight. After a few minutes he pulled back slightly, running a hand over her hair as he looked her over.
“Oh my, you’ve gotten so big…” He mumbled, his voice catching slightly. “How did you get here?”
“Uncle Jackie came to get me, he said I had to keep it a secret from you since it was a surprise.” Klara responded with a bright smile, her light eyes practically gleaming with happiness even as she wiped the tears from her father’s cheeks. “He said I can stay for a couple of weeks, so we can spend time together.”
“And it’s all been sorted with the hospital and her school. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” Chase grinned, waving off Henrik’s look of concern as Jackie joined them from where he had been grabbing the 7 year old’s bags. Henrik practically choked on his happiness, pulling his little girl close to his chest as he looked up at the three men with a look of pure joy, tears spilling down his cheeks.
He looked down in shock at the sudden burning that radiated from his stomach, the world around him happening in slow motion. Screams and shouts from his brothers fell on deaf ears as he dropped to one knee, his body no longer his own as pain wiped his brain of any and all conscious thoughts. Despite the unbearable heat that was spreading through his body like a riptide of inferno, a shiver raced over his skin, causing his hands to start to shake violently and his stomach to lurch. He felt his mouth move and a small, confused cry slip past his lips as deep, dark red bloomed through the thin cloth of his shirt. His attention was focussed so solely on the growing color that he was blind to the world around him, blind to the chaos that had erupted as his family rushed towards him. All of his brothers, all except for Marvin who scrambled back with wide eyes.
“I… I… No…” He mumbled behind a blackened hand, unable to string together a coherent thought as he watched the other scramble from the other side of the room. He just stared as Anti glitched forward, just managing to catch Chase as he toppled over, stopping his head from hitting the ground. Marvin’s blindingly bright white eyes remained fixed on the paling body of his youngest brother even as Jackie screamed at him, desperation coloring the vigilante’s own glowing eyes as his angered pleas were ignored. Marvin was just able to register Jackie jumping on him, fists curling in his shirt as he demanded answers to his questions.
Meanwhile, Henrik was shoving Anti and Jamie back, shouting orders at them as he scrambled to press down on the wound on Chase’s stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. Blood seeped through his shaking fingers as the other two fell back. The twins raced out of the room in a blur to do what they had been asked, heading towards Henrik’s office without a moment of hesitation, leaving the other four alone. There was a beat of deafening silence, and then all of a sudden the world rushed back at a lightning speed. The weight of his action was almost suffocating for the male witch as Chase’s dying whimpers broke through the wall, filling his ears despite being barely audible over the cries of fury and anguish from Henrik and Jackie.
“He’s stopped breathing!” Were the first real words to reach him, slicing through the chaos like a knife, stabbing him straight in the heart. He could only watch as his whole world came crashing down around him in dazzling technicolor.
Jackie was the first to move, dropping to his knees and checking for a pulse, starting compressions on the young man’s chest shortly after. A steely determination was the only thing visible in his eyes as he worked, his emotions buried so deep that the only hint that they even existed was the single tear that rolled down his cheek. The twins reappeared and the room fell into a practiced silence, Henrik grabbing his bag of tools out of Jamie’s arms as Anti slid to his knees, cutting open Chase’s shirt and starting to mop up blood, all while Jackie continued the rhythmic thumps against his ribcage. They were all working in an almost mechanical efficiency that had the trickster mesmerized, eyes fixed on the nightmare scene in front of him.
He barely noticed as his silent brother approached him. Barely noticed as his cold, corrupted hands were taken into soft, warm ones and he was pulled to his feet. Barely noticed as he was pulled away and out of the room, his brothers vanishing from view as Chase fell further and further away from them, for good.
For the first time in her life, Aria’s hands were shaking.
He arms hung loosely at her sides as she crossed the road back to the den, tremors running across her skin. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the erratic rise and fall of her chest, only getting worse with each step. She risked a glance back at the only lit house on the street, the warm, soft light drifting through the curtains only aiding in casting dark and cold shadows around her. She watched as the woman, that woman who had managed to change everything, passed by the window, pulling her red curls out of the knot on the back of her head, letting them drop around her shoulders. Her smile was soft but clear, causing one last wave of heat spread across Aria’s chest as she danced slightly, picking up the empty glasses and plates before vanishing back out of view. Aria watched for another few seconds before she shook her head slightly and forced herself to turn away, heading back to her own looming building.
The young hitwoman raised a trembling hand to open the front door before everything went dark. Tears suddenly pricked at her eyes as freezing ice spread through her body and soul like a virus, stealing all the heat and feeling that she had finally gotten a taste of. The flickering candle of hope that maybe things were changing was extinguished in a second as she felt herself plunge beneath the water. Numbness spread through her mind as her lungs constricted and burned, forcing her to her knees. For the first time in her 27 years of life, she wanted something. She wanted that warmth back. She didn’t want to go back to the deep, penetrating nothing that she had been cursed with. She kneeled there on the ground as the long awaited feeling of wholeness was ripped away from her, leaving her empty, cold and alone.
An eternity of pain was over in a second. The light behind the door flicked on, slowly washing over her empty, vacant face as it swang open, pulling her back into reality. Then someone was speaking to her, trying to get her distant attention.
“Grey?” The owner of the voice asked, crouching before her. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up towards him. Lukas tilted his own head as he looked over her. A sickening realisation spread across his face as his thumb came up to almost gently swipe at one of the droplets running down her cheek. He stared at his now wet thumb before his gaze wandered back to her. “Ari, are you crying? What the fuck?”
Aria’s only response was to grab his hand off her chin, twisting it harshy so he was forced to stumble back away from her, before she stood up, stepping past him in silence before she moved up the stairs without so much as a glance back. Lukas watched her in shock before a small, choked laugh escaped him, his grin twisting up as he also stood up, popping his thumb into his mouth and quickly making his way down into the basement.
(Felt like writing my OCs, just a quick little something.)
The youngest brother froze at the sound of his name, pausing dead still by the doorway of front room. Light flooded into the dark hall as the door was opened, revealing all his brothers sat in the room, looking at him expectantly. Holding the door itself was Jackie, a small pleading look in his eyes.
"Hey bro... I thought you were going out tonight..." He mumbled, refusing to meet his second oldest sibling's eyes. He just stared at a scuff in his own shoe like his life depended on it.
"Yeah. I cancelled when the police called me. Please, can you just come and sit down?" The hero answered, his voice stern at first, but melting away into a soft concern, his tone almost pleading as he stepped to one side.
Chase didn't say anything, his eyes hidden by the brim of his hat as he nodded softly, stepping into the room. He swallowed thickly, the emotions he had been trying to push down starting to bubble up already as he continued to stare at the ground. He was ready for Henrik to start with the lecture, then Jackie would start. Jack would finish, always trying to be the reassuring one with a gentle touch to his back, asking him not to do it again. Marvin and Anti would never speak. They'd just sit and fume, angrily waiting for him to dare to try and defend himself. That was why he jumped when Marvin was the first to open his mouth, and it seemed to catch everyone else off guard too.
"You know, you were so happy when we were young. So full of warmth and light and joy. You never failed to make us laugh when we were down. When Jackie came home covered in scrapes and bruises from beating off those bullies round the corner, when Hen would cry because he missed his mum, even when I failed at something or got called a fa... well, you know." Marvin trailed off, tugging at one of the bracelets around his arm for a moment while everyone stared at him in slight shock. Chase had tears pricking at his eyes by the time he started again. "There you would be, with your tiny little collection of things that you'd add to every day. You never failed to make everything seem better."
"It's time you let us do the same for you." Jack said gently, reaching out to take Chase's hand. The young father's face was still turned down, trying his hardest to hide the fat droplets that were streaming down his cheeks.
"Ve can tell somezhing is not right." Henrik added. "You lock yourself away, hidden in zhat room for days. Vhen ve do see you, you are snappy and tired and you have such horrible circles under your eyes."
"It's- It's just..." Chase sniffed, wiping his eyes under his hat as he clung to Jack's hand like a lifeline. Like if he let go he'd drift out to sea, and he'd never be found again. He wasn't able to finish his sentence, his throat closing up as sobs threatened to break through.
"You're our baby brother." Anti finally spoke up, earning a nod from his twin sat next to him. "Let us look after you for once."
"We can't just sit back and listen to you cry at night anymore. We miss the laughter. The real, honest laughter that used to keep us awake all night." Jack said gently, giving his hand a small squeeze.
Jackie finally kneeled in front of his youngest brother, ducking his head to look at his red, puffy face. Under the faded yellow hair, under the hat, and under the shield.
"You are not a burden. You are not a failure and you are not alone." He whispered softly, and Chase nodded, a small sob escaping him. The moment it did he was being wrapped up by pairs of arms. All his brothers closing around him in a hug that Chase never wanted to end. He clung to them as he cried, holding them close for the rest of the night.
"No! No stop, please!" The half angel begged, screaming as once again her broken wing was tugged. The boot on her back was heavy, keeping her pinned to the old wood beneath her chest. Her bright hair was dirty and matted from weeks lost in the forest.
"Poor little Echo. Cast out by her father, abandoned by her sister. No family left who loves you." The lesser demon sneered, keeping a iron clad grip on the black feathered appendage, even as the girl below him thrashed. "There's no one coming to save you this time."
Echo screamed again, feeling her flesh tear as the wing started to separate from her back. Tears were pouring down her face as pain lit her nerves on fire. Her head was ripped up as someone grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at them. They pointed a clawed finger at her, staring deep into her eyes for a moment.
"Orange, boss. I don't have any orange." They said, voice raspy and grating. They pried Echo's eyelid open further. "Can I have them?"
The demon on her back seemed to contemplate for a moment before shrugging.
"Sure, take them."
"No no no!" Echo screamed, thrashing even harder than before. She clamped her eyes closed, shaking her head to try and wrench free of the grip on her hair. The shadows in the room flexed and bent, growing and contracting as she tried to save herself. "I don't want to be blind! Stop!"
"You should have thought of that before you tried to steal from us, Princess."
...
It felt like hours later when the sounds finally stopped. When there wasn't even a breath that was not her own in the air of the small cabin. They had finally left and she was alone. All alone in the dark.
Her skin was both warm and cold. The biting chill of the air making her shiver, while her cheeks and back were wet with blood. She led still and broken on the dirty wooden ground, unable to see anything but darkness around her. Her throat was raw from screaming, unable to even call for help. She couldn't cry or scream, no matter how much she wanted to, only able to sit in silence. In her young, broken mind she called out for her father. For Aurora. For anyone, but no one was listening, and no one coming.
When Marvin finally pushed the door to the old, worn down flat open he wasn't expecting to come nose to chin with his older brother, standing over him with folded arms and an extremely unhappy look on his face.
"Where have you been?" He asked, eyes boring into the young witch's skull.Marvin glared back, unable to ignore the small amount of resentment towards the vigilante. He knew he was only trying to protect them but his strict rules were near suffocating, and exactly why Marvin had moved out in the first place.
"Just out. I was visiting a friend, didn't realise that was illegal." He huffed, pushing past the hooded hero to get to the couch, dropping down on it with a small wince.
"Don't lie to me Marvin. I smell the blood." Jackie growled, watching him like a hawk. "You found him didn't you?"
Marvin's eyes snapped back up to him, flashing green for a split second. Just as fast as it was there, it was gone, changing back to the deep violet that they had been before.
"What? No, of course not! You know I would call you if I did. Don't you trust me... J̕̕̕a̵̴̴c̨͜ki̡è?"
"What the hell happened?!" Jackie demanded, pushing through to where his brothers were gathered in the hospital corridor. Marvin, Chase and Jamie all span to look at him their teary, worried eyes focusing on him. They had been waiting, trying to get hold of the older brother all night and now here he was, sweating and heaving from running from side of the city to the other.
"It vas an accident..." Schneep said softly, causing them all to look back at him. He was pale and sickly, flecks of green spattered through his usually icy blue eyes. "He got sick, an allergic reaction to something vhile he vas filming. I did my best..."
Jackie looked at him in confusion, starting to speak before he was cut off.
