The Almighty 6

Chapter 8

Hopeless

Gwen's POV

I snapped back in time to see Trent running towards me, fists up and ready to fight. Quickly, I adapted to Bridgette's powers and turned invisible.

What are you doing? You could have hit him! Duncan yelled through his thoughts.

I sighed. Oh shut up. If it was Courtney coming towards you, you would have ran away.

He stayed silent after that. I guess he realized there was no reason to fight with a leader.

I silently crept away, making sure Trent couldn't hear me. But when I turned around, he wasn't there. What...? Then a gush of harsh wind hit me across my face, or where my face is supposed to be. What the heck!?

Then Trent turned visible again, and was smirking right in front of me. "Fight," a demonic voice unlike Trent's taunted.

I gaped, and suddenly my powers lost control and I fell to the ground, visible once more. I got up quickly, and put my fists up to fight as I adapted Duncan's powers. Then, Trent's eyes lost their red glow for a second, and his face became gentle like before as he tilted his head down. I put my fists down hesitantly, and stepped forward. "Trent?"

Then he looked up, and his eyes were red once more, an evil smirk upon his face, and he punched me all the way across the room. The pain of the hit plus the pain of knowing who hit it were too powerful. I couldn't get up after I hit the wall.

Get up! Fight! Duncan's thought floated to me.

I... I can't. I struggled.

If it's because it's Tre-

No. I broke him off. We can't fight our teammates. Not right now. It's four against two, Duncan! And right now, I'm too weak to adapt to any of their powers. I can barely control mine. Heck, this thought connection is killing me.

Fine. But I'm going to keep fighting. he answered.

No! I'm the leader, and what I say goes. We retreat. Come back when we're stronger. And face it Duncan, you too are getting weaker. I told him.

He was silent, then suddenly, a figure was over me. Oh come on...! He lifted me up, and left quickly and silently.

Good. You listened.

He muttered something under his breath he thought I wouldn't hear. But I did, loud and clear. "I did it for Princess."

Duncan's POV

I didn't want to give up. Heck, I was giving Geoff a good beating. Sure, it wasn't fun. But at least I was doing some good. But then I saw Princess, laying on the floor, hurt. I gave up fighting Geoff and walked over to her, a strange flow of worry coming over me. And when I got there, her eyes were red again and vines came around her, entangling me and trapping me.

I struggled, but her power plus the darkness now in her really just isn't beatable, especially without hurting Princess. So when Gwen said to retreat, I did so, I couldn't hurt Princess. I broke the vines without hurting her, and ran. I heard her scream after me, and I tried my best to look back.

I grabbed Gwen when I found her on the floor, crashed onto the wall. I picked her up, and left as quickly and silently as I could.

Good. You listened. She told me.

I muttered, "I did it for Princess." I hope she didn't hear that. But from the gentle look on her face, she probably did.

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"Where are we going to go?" I finally asked when we got far enough away.

She got off of my back, and layed on the grass. She had a lot of cuts, especially on her legs and arms. And there was a nasty bruise on her side, and a black eye on her face. She shrugged.

"Well this is perfect... Heather took over our house and teammates, and we have no where to go," I groaned, sitting down besides Gwen.

She was silent, and stared up at the sky. The sky was filled with calm colors: light pink, light blue, a dash of purple, and scarce clouds. They settled calmly with the sun setting, and seemed to mix beautifully.

"Why us?" she suddenly asked.

"What?" I asked, looking at her, confused. But she didn't answer my question. Instead, she kept talking... as if to someone else.

"Why us, Liana? What makes us so special? And me? I'm a nobody. A nobody who got lucky. A nobody who knows nothing about her past, or where she came from, or anything about her. So why me? Why was I chosen as a leader?" she whispered.

I didn't say anything. In fact, I was shocked. Gwen was usually so confident, and rarely like this... I think. And suddenly, she's weak again. Like when Liana brought her to us. She was scared, somewhat quiet. But she got used to us quickly. And again, she's broken.

"I don't deserve this! I don't deserve having this power!" she yelled towards the sky. "I never asked for it! I never asked to have these stupid powers!" Then suddenly, she got up.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To give up," she answered, walking off.

"What? No," I said, grabbing her. "You told me to retreat, and I do. And suddenly, you want to give up?"

"I'm not asking you to give up. But I am giving up. Face it, Duncan. I'm not a good leader. I'm the reason why we're in this mess. So I'm giving up my powers," she said quietly, and yanked free of my grasp.

"No! There is still hope! Remember, that's what Liana would always tell us," I told her.

She stopped for a second, then opened her mouth to speak, "No. I had a vision... where we were following Heather's orders! Maybe it wasn't a glitch! Maybe it's going to happen! So what's the problem with giving up ahead! At least this way, we're not hurting anyone!" Then she turned invisible.

She left me there, hopeless. What happened to her? It's as if she was possessed by a more depressed hope. Liana... we need your help. You were the only one who could talk sense into each other. Talk sense into Gwen. She's lost all hope, and is ready to give up. We need help, Liana. Help us, Liana. We're losing control, and this battle. We need you.


A/N: Like it? Hate it? Oh well... hope you enjoyed this chapter! ~ MysteryArtist