[Nano] The Covenant
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kittydesadeTitle: The Covenant
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: All
Word Count: 673
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Four have the power. One will stop at nothing to possess it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the story, this is not the official novelisation. This is just my version.
Freedom was sliding out of the air quicker than the warmth, and Caleb could feel the plans of everyone around him pressing down on his shoulders like a weight. It was the last hurrah before the last year of high school, a party that he was only going to because his best friend had talked him into it, when he'd rather just stay in and rest before the academic pressure was on. College applications, waiting, early decision, more waiting, trying to figure out who was going to take care of his mother while he was gone. The family caretaker, Gorman, was about as comforting as a headstone. And he thought he was the only one worrying about college, too. It was disheartening.
Pogue was the only one who seemed to notice something was wrong as they stood on the edge of the Marblehead cliffs, hands in their pockets, shoulders hunched against the wind. He gave Caleb a look, then stared back over the edge with a manic grin that said he was thinking about jumping.
Tyler didn't say anything. But when it was just the three of them, Tyler rarely spoke first.
Gravel crunched on the ground behind them; all three boys turned.
"Where the hell have you been?" Tyler sounded a little edgy. "I was going to pick you up."
Reid smiled. It wasn't quite a grin but it was working its way there, casual confidence, the kind Caleb wished his friend didn't have so much of. "Had a thing with the parents. How's the party?"
"Don't know." Pogue looked back down over the edge again, and even if his smile had softened a bit the light in his eyes and the way his fingers danced through the air was as impatient as ever. "Just got here."
Reid went right up to the edge. Caleb took a step forward.
"Guess we'd better drop in and say hi."
It was useless to say anything. Reid was going to do what he wanted when he got in a mood like this, and most of the time what he wanted was to show off. The corona of fire slid outwards from his pupils, scorching his eyes black. He took two steps forward and plunged off the cliffs into the fog.
It was probably a good thing that nobody was watching.
"Shit, yeah…" Tyler grinned, buoyed by Reid's immunity from scolding, turned and spread his arms like some angel figure in a cheap B-movie, pushing off the cliff backwards with his heels.
He should have known better than to try and stop him. He couldn't stop Reid, and Tyler was just as bad if he followed the blonde boy's lead, but he reached out for him anyway. "Tyler…" His hand closed over air. There were times when he could just about strangle those two. Didn't they know what they were doing?
Or, maybe make that three. Pogue was too jittery, too hyperactive to sit still. Caleb felt the hand come down on his shoulder.
"Come on, Caleb." Devil's grin. "It's not like it's going to kill us."
The 'yet' was still audible, hanging in the air as he cast off and plunged down. Caleb stared after them. They were probably down by now, waiting for him. And it would take half an hour if he walked it. Did he trust them on their own? Pogue had more sense than the other two, but that wasn't enough.
It was right there, anyway, humming under his skin, begging to be used. He took a breath, stepped forward.
Felt the power clinging to him, slowing his fall, bringing him down easy if not gently. Like falling on a harness, pulled up just before the point of deadly impact. Boots hitting the ground and kicking up dirt and dust. Balance off just enough that his fingertips brushed the sparse grass as he buckled over and crouched before standing. They were standing in a loose semi-circle, watching him. He didn't say anything, just stepped up by Pogue and followed them in.
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: All
Word Count: 673
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Four have the power. One will stop at nothing to possess it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the story, this is not the official novelisation. This is just my version.
Freedom was sliding out of the air quicker than the warmth, and Caleb could feel the plans of everyone around him pressing down on his shoulders like a weight. It was the last hurrah before the last year of high school, a party that he was only going to because his best friend had talked him into it, when he'd rather just stay in and rest before the academic pressure was on. College applications, waiting, early decision, more waiting, trying to figure out who was going to take care of his mother while he was gone. The family caretaker, Gorman, was about as comforting as a headstone. And he thought he was the only one worrying about college, too. It was disheartening.
Pogue was the only one who seemed to notice something was wrong as they stood on the edge of the Marblehead cliffs, hands in their pockets, shoulders hunched against the wind. He gave Caleb a look, then stared back over the edge with a manic grin that said he was thinking about jumping.
Tyler didn't say anything. But when it was just the three of them, Tyler rarely spoke first.
Gravel crunched on the ground behind them; all three boys turned.
"Where the hell have you been?" Tyler sounded a little edgy. "I was going to pick you up."
Reid smiled. It wasn't quite a grin but it was working its way there, casual confidence, the kind Caleb wished his friend didn't have so much of. "Had a thing with the parents. How's the party?"
"Don't know." Pogue looked back down over the edge again, and even if his smile had softened a bit the light in his eyes and the way his fingers danced through the air was as impatient as ever. "Just got here."
Reid went right up to the edge. Caleb took a step forward.
"Guess we'd better drop in and say hi."
It was useless to say anything. Reid was going to do what he wanted when he got in a mood like this, and most of the time what he wanted was to show off. The corona of fire slid outwards from his pupils, scorching his eyes black. He took two steps forward and plunged off the cliffs into the fog.
It was probably a good thing that nobody was watching.
"Shit, yeah…" Tyler grinned, buoyed by Reid's immunity from scolding, turned and spread his arms like some angel figure in a cheap B-movie, pushing off the cliff backwards with his heels.
He should have known better than to try and stop him. He couldn't stop Reid, and Tyler was just as bad if he followed the blonde boy's lead, but he reached out for him anyway. "Tyler…" His hand closed over air. There were times when he could just about strangle those two. Didn't they know what they were doing?
Or, maybe make that three. Pogue was too jittery, too hyperactive to sit still. Caleb felt the hand come down on his shoulder.
"Come on, Caleb." Devil's grin. "It's not like it's going to kill us."
The 'yet' was still audible, hanging in the air as he cast off and plunged down. Caleb stared after them. They were probably down by now, waiting for him. And it would take half an hour if he walked it. Did he trust them on their own? Pogue had more sense than the other two, but that wasn't enough.
It was right there, anyway, humming under his skin, begging to be used. He took a breath, stepped forward.
Felt the power clinging to him, slowing his fall, bringing him down easy if not gently. Like falling on a harness, pulled up just before the point of deadly impact. Boots hitting the ground and kicking up dirt and dust. Balance off just enough that his fingertips brushed the sparse grass as he buckled over and crouched before standing. They were standing in a loose semi-circle, watching him. He didn't say anything, just stepped up by Pogue and followed them in.