Mark could almost tangibly feel his doom upon him now. Damn his future self, telling Alba what the others needed to know in order to defeat. It had changed his future, dwindling down his future to only one. He could see it all happen so clearly. They would defeat him. Of course they would. He was the bad guy in this little drama, after all. He ( Read more... )

Scott had left a memo in the kitchen for everyone to see about gathering in the big living room for a meeting. It had to be discussed about who would go and who would stay in regards to the rescue. Scott was going to finally step up and take charge with the situation. He stood, looking at all the residents of Fortes. Some looked angry, some looked ( Read more... )

It was still early when Tabitha slipped from her bed. She had spent maybe all of one night actually sleeping in it, instead opting to take refuge with Ric and Al when her nightmares proved to haunt her in the daylight ( Read more... )

There was no point in pretending that what Ric wanted to do was anything more than go kick some ass. Preferably the ass that belonged to the nutcase, time manipulating, egotistical, self centered weirdo who had rained chaos down in the house.

His body was steadily healing, cracked jaw now nothing more than a fracture, face still bruised but the ( Read more... )

Caleb stood motionless in the room, he was watching something it seemed from the way his eyes were fixed straight ahead. He'd in fact just channeled a vision on Ashley. She was laying in the hospital and Martini was stumbling in for yet another healing. But this one was it for her. She'd end up dead at the end of it and that would make his job a ( Read more... )

"...need you." The words were spoken, the end of a conversation she'd had with a future version of Martini. Realising what had happened she closed her eyes and looked down at the floor before her, unable to stop the tears that threatened to fall. Martini had told her of the future, where he was right in this second and she knew that so much hung on ( Read more... )

To say Jean was angry was putting it mildly. Barely-controlled hurt and rage boiled beneath the teenager's skin, making her movements tight and jerky as she exited the Corvette upon arrival back at Fortes. Her clothes were still stained with the blood Martini had made her shed, and dark purple bruises decorated the pale skin of her neck, the ( Read more... )

Crystal kept herself busy. She had picked up the kitchen, moved all that was broken outside and everything that was some what repairable to another section entirely. She had to keep busy or else she'd start to think about what happened, and if she kept thinking about it she'd start to fume, then she'd start to shake and then she'd cry. Which she ( Read more... )

Tabby had waited all of an hour after Ric left before she got bored and pulled on a loose pair of jeans. She wanted to help, and she’d be damned if she got stuck in here waiting for the crazy one to come back and attempt to pick her off like a bump on a log ( Read more... )

After beating the hell out of one of the walls, getting his hand wrapped up, and talking to Tandy; Scott knew they had to start organizing again. He walked along the hallway of the second floor, assessing how much damage was truely done. So many of the walls had holes and windows were shattered. He'd even found a body. Scott wasn't sure who the ( Read more... )