[ Once upon a time, she was the monster. A "witch" is the most highlighted words her returned memories had given her, the witch who could only destroy all that was around her with a wave of her fingers. She'd hid her tricks, avoiding any red glow from her hands while in this town, in an outreached attempt at not bearing the same reputation she had worn in her past. But then the true terrors arose, angry nightmares storming through the town in what felt like the speed of a hasty breath. One by one, they clawed at the innocents, glass-shattering screams following after every strike. Just like her fingers could make red, so could these creatures. Except, while she could create wisps of light, they could only bring about blood —
She marches into the streets, waving her hands to call forth her magic. The waves of energy that flow from her fingertips float through the air towards the shattered debris of destroyed doors and fences, picking them up with a simple thought to crush together into a thickened shield of boards. It isn't meant to be unbreakable but as the invaders rush towards running civilians, she tosses the various concocted pieces in front of the creatures. It won't stop them but it's a temporary obstacle for the sharp claws, allowing the innocents to make their escape, to have enough time to stop being targets.
Time and energy become things she stops trying to count and measure as it becames an endless game of using her magic to push them away, all the while running for cover during every opportunity she's able. As far as Wanda can tell, their interest in her is little. The magic doesn't seem something they're pleased with, but there's still plenty of defenseless flesh for them to tail. She doesn't know how long she's been at it, only that she can't stop. Even with harsh breaths, she conjures up spell after spell. Distractions, distractions, she thinks, all in hopes to let people escape, to give people time to run.
There are faces she recognizes, but there's little chance to chat in the midst of the fighting, not a single second wasted to pause. Except for one —
It's the familiarity of silver hair, the blurry sight of a zipping figure. Pietro is fighting them, as she would never doubt he'd attempt to do. He was always the stronger one, she believed, but perhaps it was more than he was just the most stubborn boy, always barging into battles whether he was able to win them or not. Even now, with a pipe in hand, hopelessly waving it around madly, trying to sneak hits from behind.
But even with his speed, he sometimes never paid close enough attention to all that went on around him. Because the claws (the claws) she sees them make a rushing swipe at him, sharp nails closing in towards his neck.
— she can't lose him, not again, not again, he almost died once, he was dead once, no, twice, pietro, no, not my brother, please — ]
.• wanda's rescue ( open )
[ Wanda screams. A wide span of red light escapes from her fingers and speed fast at the creature, one end curving around the neck, the other around the arm that reaches out for Pietro, and in her mind, she pulls, merely by a thought, by an instinct.
She hears the harsh cry of the creature as its arm rips from its body, but soon the head follows, the rough pull of the neck tearing it separate. The others stop in their tracks, their eyes fall on their fallen brother only for a second before they fall upon Wanda. Out of breath, she stands there, her legs frozen with a concoction of drive and fear, eyes wide as she looks upon them all.
They begin to move and she thinks, for a brief moment of imaginary victory, they're leaving, it's done, this was a message, she thinks, but she knows she's a fool immediately. Because just as her heart pounds brutally in her chest and her mind stops, there's suddenly more than she remembers. In front of her, beside her, behind.
( a ) The one right before her is large, scraps of wood pierced in its skin with little bother to it. It crawls on all fours, walking over the bloody corpse of its kind, with death in its eyes.
( b ) Several in the buildings on either side of her heard the deadly cry from before. They slip out of doors, out of windows, settling on their next target.
( c ) From behind, she can hear more at the other far end of the street, clawing at broken debris and fallen corpses, fighting cheap obstacles. It's hardly enough to slow them down.
( d ) Even from the rooftops, she can feel the piercing glares from above. With her at the center of the street, a simple jump is all it could take to take her.
Of course they wouldn't leave. She was a killer. She was their killer. Such a threat couldn't be left alone. ]
( OOC NOTE: according to mod input, wanda's powerful magic makes her a big target for the creatures! if you're interested in helping her out from getting attacked, you can go for any of the options above. don't worry about doubling or mixing timelines! ♥ )
wanda maximoff .• june 19th, streets, O P E N
She marches into the streets, waving her hands to call forth her magic. The waves of energy that flow from her fingertips float through the air towards the shattered debris of destroyed doors and fences, picking them up with a simple thought to crush together into a thickened shield of boards. It isn't meant to be unbreakable but as the invaders rush towards running civilians, she tosses the various concocted pieces in front of the creatures. It won't stop them but it's a temporary obstacle for the sharp claws, allowing the innocents to make their escape, to have enough time to stop being targets.
Time and energy become things she stops trying to count and measure as it becames an endless game of using her magic to push them away, all the while running for cover during every opportunity she's able. As far as Wanda can tell, their interest in her is little. The magic doesn't seem something they're pleased with, but there's still plenty of defenseless flesh for them to tail. She doesn't know how long she's been at it, only that she can't stop. Even with harsh breaths, she conjures up spell after spell. Distractions, distractions, she thinks, all in hopes to let people escape, to give people time to run.
There are faces she recognizes, but there's little chance to chat in the midst of the fighting, not a single second wasted to pause. Except for one —
It's the familiarity of silver hair, the blurry sight of a zipping figure. Pietro is fighting them, as she would never doubt he'd attempt to do. He was always the stronger one, she believed, but perhaps it was more than he was just the most stubborn boy, always barging into battles whether he was able to win them or not. Even now, with a pipe in hand, hopelessly waving it around madly, trying to sneak hits from behind.
But even with his speed, he sometimes never paid close enough attention to all that went on around him. Because the claws (the claws) she sees them make a rushing swipe at him, sharp nails closing in towards his neck.
— she can't lose him, not again, not again, he almost died once, he was dead once, no, twice, pietro, no, not my brother, please — ]
[ Wanda screams. A wide span of red light escapes from her fingers and speed fast at the creature, one end curving around the neck, the other around the arm that reaches out for Pietro, and in her mind, she pulls, merely by a thought, by an instinct.
She hears the harsh cry of the creature as its arm rips from its body, but soon the head follows, the rough pull of the neck tearing it separate. The others stop in their tracks, their eyes fall on their fallen brother only for a second before they fall upon Wanda. Out of breath, she stands there, her legs frozen with a concoction of drive and fear, eyes wide as she looks upon them all.
They begin to move and she thinks, for a brief moment of imaginary victory, they're leaving, it's done, this was a message, she thinks, but she knows she's a fool immediately. Because just as her heart pounds brutally in her chest and her mind stops, there's suddenly more than she remembers. In front of her, beside her, behind.
Of course they wouldn't leave. She was a killer. She was their killer. Such a threat couldn't be left alone. ]
( OOC NOTE: according to mod input, wanda's powerful magic makes her a big target for the creatures! if you're interested in helping her out from getting attacked, you can go for any of the options above. don't worry about doubling or mixing timelines! ♥ )