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I could only hold them off for so long. I look back at the other’s shocked expressions before I yell at them, “Get out of here, I’m right behind you.”
Five moves first as he quickly turns and grabs hold of Klaus’ limp hand from the floor and teleports to the entry way of the room and the others follow him. I turn back around to the weapons thrown at us and quickly try to turn them away from us and back to the Sparrow Academy. I feel the same pull I did back at the farm with the bullets as they turned a 180 and I throw them at the other academy.
I don’t hesitate as I run away from them, following the sound of my siblings. I hear familiar yelling from dear old dad before I hear beeping coming up behind me. I turn my neck enough to see the cube following me. I quietly curse as I try to redouble my efforts but the beeping increases in tempo and before I know it a different sound is coming from the cube.
I feel my hair stand on end as a string connects to whatever is shot at me but I don’t have enough mental energy to hold it back. I throw myself to the side and onto the ground and the wall it hit shatters and wood is falling around me. My hands cover my head and I only allow myself to take a deep breath before I get up and start to run again. I don’t know where the other students are at but I don’t really care at the moment.
I make it to the exit and quickly run out the mansion. I see my siblings waiting in a fight or flight mode outside the property. I release a sigh in relief that Klaus is awake. His ghosts helped distract them and brought us enough time for me to use my new ability. Friendly talk my ass. They knew exactly what they were doing.
“Run, Diego!” Luther yells and I try to pick up speed but I'm going as fast as my tired body can carry.
I don’t really connect the reasoning why Luther would be telling me to run despite me sprinting but it’s too late for my slow brain to make a sense of it before I'm not running anymore but falling. I’m frozen though I don’t feel cold, just a never-ending feeling of fear lurking through me. I hear something whispering to me but it’s not a person directly speaking to me. I try to shake my head but I can’t move.
I can hear somebody screaming in a distance, I think my name being called but I don’t know. My vision is blurry and my hearing is turning everything around me into muffled nonsense. I feel myself tense in preparation for something and shaking despite it being humid.
Let’s play a little game, shall we?
The voice is sweet yet I can hear the venom and malicious intent laced into the sweet tone. I want to scream because something is triggering something and I'm feeling too many strings connected at once and pulling at me from different directions. I clench my eyes shut, the only movement I can control, as I silently beg for the feeling to disappear. Something cold is gripping me and the strings are freezing and it’s too much input-
It's all cut off and I'm falling except this time I can move. I land hard on my side but I don’t allow myself the chance to sit still. I push myself away from the ground, chills still raking my arms, and stumble backwards. I try to catch my breath but I can still feel whatever happened to me. My vision is still blurry and I feel a hand touch my shoulder.
It's warm and I want to let it rest but I let my reflexes take control and grab the wrist. Before I can do more, I feel somebody circle my waist and I'm moving again and I'm landing on my hands and knees still breathing shakily.
“Calm down, Diego. You’re fine, you are not there. Just breathe.”
I try to breathe; I try to inhale through my nose and exhale through my mouth but my power-
I can’t feel the strings. Normally I have a sense of everything I touch like a sixth sense. Since the farm I could feel everything around me. Now I can’t and I'm still feeling the coldness trying to swallow me back and I'm shaking again and I can’t moving and it’s too much and-
I feel hands on my face bringing me up to look at somebody but my vision is blurry and everything is muffled and I want to beg to somebody to let go of whatever cold grasp is holding onto me but I can’t move so I'm just internally screaming to be released.
Please let go let go let go let go let go let go Please Let Go Let Go LET GO PLEASE-
“I hear a rumor you were asleep,” and the voice cuts through the fog and cold and through the useless pleads of help and I'm falling in darkness. I don’t know if this is worse but I can’t do much before everything is nothing again.