Rachel gasped as he jerked away from her. She stared at him wide eyed and then her gaze softened. She stared at the ground, her mind working too slowly to really comprehend everything. If she left him here, she wouldn't have to worry about getting him out. She would have a greater chance of getting out. But if she didn't help him... "I once thought the same as you. As if my past consumed who I am."
Rachel gulped and looked up meeting his eyes, "I killed my sister because I couldn't control my powers. I thought that I was a murderer who deserved to die. But now I know that my past is not the only thing I am. Don't let your sins consume you. I am not giving up on another person and letting you die." She snatched his chains and let her emtions fuel her voice. The smoke sliped into the handcuff and unlocked it faster than it had her own.
Megan supported Michael as much as her little body could. She brought him out the door and out of the building, the others following with Axon. She looked up at him, "I'm gonna help Axon." She waited until she had him leaning against a wall and then went and supported Axon as much as she could. She looked up at Neal, "Is there any place you know we could rest?" Neal bit his lip and shook his head. Megan sighed, "Thank you for everything." Neal nodded shortly.
Ethan watched Rachel blankly, barely comprehending what she was saying. She had to be the most stubborn person he knew. Even if she looked like a teenager, she was wise well beyond her years. He couldn't understand it, but perhaps he could grow to...
"Fine," he huffed, rubbing his freed wrists, "but I won't be a burden. Promise me you'll at least let me help you." He rose to his feet, now finding the resolve to deny his body's request to lie back down. Now that it seemed they would fight, he felt naked without his sword. This could be much more difficult than he thought.
Berine forced herself to let Axon's weight fall to Megan. Even if she was the least serious case, it still seemed impossible that she was able to carry him to the door. These clearly weren't any ordinary kids.
She closed the door, but her fingers lingered on the doorknob. "Neil, we...we really don't have any choice, do we?" She bit her quivering lower lip to keep it still.
Michael took strained breaths, his knees threatening to give at any moment. The wall seemed to be swaying beneath him, and it took all his concentration just to not fall to the ground.
Axon took a few short steps before letting his knees slump to the ground. He hung on Megan's shoulder with one arm, using the other to muffle a scratchy cough. "It's no use," he rasped, "we're in no shape to walk, let alone fight."
Rachel was suprized at his sudden compliance but didn't argue. She nodded, "Okay. What now though?" She looked at the door. It was only bars but she wasn't sure she had the energy or brain left to open the door. She struggled to her feet and clung to the wall to stand standing. She grabbed the door and and pulled on it. It didn't yeild in the slightest.
She stared at it hopelessly. This whole endeavor seemed hard if not impossible. But she wouldn't give up. She closed her eyes and sang. The smoke was weak and evaporated when it was barely a foot away from her face. Her breath came hard with the effort.
Neil blinked away the tears in his eyes. These kids seemed to have nothing but each other and they took away their beds. His gaze hardened, "You know what, we do have a choice."
He opened the door and went outside. He put his arm around Axon and helped him stand. He sucked in a deep breath, "Common. you can rest at my house. Not for long, just long enough that you can walk on your own feet."
Megan watched him wide-eyed. She hadn't expected any help. She looked between Axon and Michael, what should they do?
Ethan's shoulders began to slump back down. For a moment, he had been so hopeful, but now it seemed that it had been for nothing. Even if they could manage to get out of the cell, it wouldn't do much good, not when they were in this condition.
"Your friends," he realized, looking intensely at Rachel. "The one has mind powers, doesn't he?" Darenx hadn't been terribly specific, but Ethan thought he at least remembered that much. "Could..couldn't he help?" He doubted the boy would trust him as Rachel did, but if he could get her out, it would be worth a shot.
Axon was surprised by the sudden support, and pressed against Neil as he rose back to his feet. He said nothing, his breaths too labored to produce any words. He tried to smile his thanks, catching a glimpse at Berine.
Michael looked back at them, unsure of their intentions. It seemed awfully suspicious, denying them one minute and helping them back in the next. He wanted to say that it was some trick...but then, they had already been in their home for hours. If they were going to hurt them, they would've already done it.
"Thank you," Michael nodded. He reached for Megan's hand as he pushed against the wall, tottering precariously on his own two feet. They would be just as vulnerable in their house as they would be on the streets, if not less so.
Berine stepped to help Michael inside, refusing to let the little girl help. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to the both of them, letting Michael's weight fall onto her shoulders.
Rachel thought about it for a second. She gulped, "I.. they were injured badly. I don't want to get them involved." She took a deep breath, and said with more determination than she felt, "I can do this by myself." She summoned the energy she had left.
Her voice didn't come out clear. In fact it was raspy, weak, and shaking. But it was enough. The smoke was thin and almost see through but it floated through the bars and into the lock. Nothing happened. Rachel, sweating and barely standing, pushed at it and the door unlocked. Immediatly the smoke disappated (sp?) and Rachel collapsed. She lay on the floor gasping for breath, unable to gather the engry to lift her head.
Neil lead Axon back inside and up the stairs to the appartment above the hospital. He brought him into his own room and laid him back on the bed, "I'll bring you some water. You can't stay long." He left the room headed for the kitchen.
Megan followed behind Berine and Michael, trying to help but being pushed back. She didn't know what to do or how to help. She said softly, "Thank you."
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Ethan chuckled, "You didn't get off so easy yourself." Plus we're probably drugged, he wanted to say, but didn't let himself. Even if Rachel was already suspicious of something like that, they didn't need any more discouragement.
"W-woah, easy there!" Ethan exclaimed, bending down to try and held Rachel up. He gently raised her head to look her in the eye. "You rest up. I'll see what there is to see." Setting her back down, Ethan lumbered out of the cell. He nearly shut the door behind him, careful not to let it lock. He didn't want the fact that it was unlocked to be too obvious to a passing guard. He slowly started down the hallway, arms poised to set the walls on fire at the first sign of danger.
Berine looked seriously back at Megan, trying to see her as an adult instead of just some little girl. "You're welcome," she nodded, shifting Michael's weight on her arms. She brought him back to the bed he had previously occupied.
She gestured for Megan to follow her back into her room. Once they were alone, she whispered, "I don't mean to pry, but you're on the run, aren't you?" It seemed like such a silly question, but she felt a strong need to hear for sure what they were up against.