Thanks for all the reviews! So you probably hate me for stalling the story right now when poor Phineas is dying, but hey! I like making people hate me. ;-) lol. Anyway, back to the battle which is very quickly getting out of hand.
Ferb's pov
The men just kept coming and coming and coming and coming. We could only hold them off, and not for much longer. I couldn't even see where the others were by now. My entire world consisted of Isabella fighting beside me, men attacking, and protecting Phineas' motionless body. I sent out a psychic blast to push the men back and knelt beside my brother. Please be alive, please don't leave me.
"Phineas?" I whispered quietly. "Are you okay? What's happening?" I asked. Phineas' eyes fluttered and his head moved slightly in an attempt to look up at me. it broke my heart to see him like this.
"Ferb?" his lips barely moved and his voice was lower than a whisper.
"Yes, it's me. I'm here." I took hold of his hand - it had never seemed to be so small before.
"So tired….can't…move." he breathed. I could see how hard it was for him to speak.
"Shhh. Don't speak. I can read your mind, remember?" I said soothingly.
Right. Ferb – I'm dying. I'm not going to make it much longer, am I? I wanted to cry.
Don't say that. Please don't leave me. I almost begged him. Just do what you have to. Kill me. I don't care, just please don't die. Phineas shook his head – or at least it moved slightly to the side.
No! No, I could never do that! I love you Ferb, you're the only brother I've had that hasn't died on me… I was shocked. He'd had other siblings other than Candace? I'd seen death before, but it wasn't like this. She had drowned. My sister had drowned. I couldn't lose Phineas too.
Please Phineas, try to stay alive. Open your eyes. His eyelids fluttered as he struggled to obey me. Please.
"Ferb! They're coming!" Isabella yelled. I tore myself away from my brother to face the oncoming threat. A man lunged at me. I ducked and used his momentum to shove him into another one. I pinched a man's pressure point, then kicked his body into three approaching losers. I jump-kicked another in the face. But none of what we were doing was enough. Not nearly enough. I saw Isabella gracefully using her powers to make the men bleed and suffer extreme agony. How does she do it? I glance down at my younger brother as we slowly lost the fight. He was trying to stay awake, stay alive for me. I wished I could do something to save him, but I couldn't. For once in my life, I couldn't help Phineas. And I never would again.