Marco
"I'll take Rachel home, you take Jake home," Cassie said to me. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, but I could tell she was trying to be strong.
"He's not going to be able to morph," I choked as to my surprise tears ran down my cheeks too.
((Rachel could morph if you comforted her, Tobias said. ((But Jake won't be able to. He just watched his brother get killed.))
"Can we please not talk about that," I said. "I could walk Jake home, but I'd need some cover," I said pointedly to Tobias.
"Alright, I'll get Rachel to morph and Marco and Tobias can go with Jake," Cassie said. "Ax can come with me."
I walked over to Jake and sat down next to him. He just sat there. He had this expression on his face as though he didn't know what to do with himself.
"Hey did you hear that, buddy?" I said as softly as I could with him still hearing me with Rachel sobbing hysterically in the background. "We're going to get you home. Come on."
I tried to pull him up, but damn, the boy had muscles. I looked over at Cassie, she had already convinced Rachel to morph to owl and with Ax they were just about to take off.
((Be strong, Jake,)) Cassie said as she took off, followed by Rachel and Ax.
((Come on Jake,)) Tobias said in thought speak to Jake. ((We have to get out of here.))
"You'll be alright," I said to him. "Just come on."
I don't know how I managed to get Jake home in one piece. It wasn't a long walk to his house from the mall, but Jake had to stop a couple of times to get his head around what was happening. He had said nothing since the mall and I was starting to get worried.
We reached Jake's house and I knocked on the door, while Jake just leant against the wall, looking like he might just drop dead and Tobias waited calmly in a tree.
Finally the door opened and I saw Jake's mum standing at the door, looking bewildered. Then she saw Jake.
"Oh my gosh," she practically screamed. "Jake are you alright?"
She pushed him into the house, looking extremely worried.
"Marco what happened?" she asked me.
"He just said he's not feeling well," I lied and although I had become very good at lying, I knew she could tell it was more than that.
Jake stood inside the house, looking as though he might throw up. I decided it was my time to leave.
"I better get home, my dad is probably worrying, you know," I muttered and turned to leave.
"Jake's father can drop you off if you want or we could ring up your dad," Jake's mum said.
"No thanks, really I'd rather just walk home," I thanked her again and left.
