Jackob “Pentagram” Holland
Jackob accepted Haley’s hand with a nod of thanks, pulling himself up. He winced, looking down at himself. He had injuries everywhere- frozen burns and deep gashes. It hurt to breathe, probably because he had at least three broken ribs from Ciara. He groaned, dusting off his clothes as best he could.
“I guess, yeah. Thanks,” he replied, finally looking up at Haley, “you’re the new Hawk?”
He didn’t mean it to sound judgemental, but his tone was judging.
Ciara “Halo” Holland
Ciara backed away from Jackob and Haley then turned and fled into the darker tunnels. Her feet splashed in the murky water, but she didn’t care. She ran until she couldn’t run any farther, panting and sliding down against the wall. She froze the water in front of her and left a little passage so she didn’t flood the place. Cold tears ran down her cheeks.
Why do I keep doing that? I could have killed him! Zoe would kill me… perhaps she should. I’d be better off out of my brother’s life… Her thoughts trailed off, leaving her in silence with her tears.
“Pathetic. I shouldn’t be crying. He deserves to be dead anyway- always jeopardizing the missions. After all, without him, we’d all be better off. That way I wouldn’t have to pretend. Pretend and keep pretending I’m okay. That’s all anybody expects from me anymore. When does it ever end? Never. It goes on forever until the day I die. How am I supposed to be the angel they all want me to be when I can’t even be good enough for myself? I can’t even spar without seriously injuring my own
FUCKING BROTHER!” She brought her foot down on the frozen water, sending ice shards everywhere. “I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep pretending…” She trailed off as she heard a quiet splash.
She looked up, vision blurry from crying. She hadn’t realized she wasn’t alone. She wiped her nose on her sleeve and rubbed her eyes, blinking rapidly to clear them. Once she could see straight, she realized it was Max O’hare, better known as Searchlight. She, for some reason, was the only one he allowed to call him Max.
“Hey, Max,” She muttered, turning her gaze away from him.