Clementine:
I stood frozen and unable to speak as my father stared me in the eye before pulling the hoodie back on.
I stepped back, unsteady, until Ian grabbed me and held me still.
My father began to whisper again. I could not understand what he was doing or why the sound felt so heavy.
Behind me, the others began to repeat the same whispering.
Ian shook me, trying to bring me back, reminding me that if we did not take him down now, he would cause more chaos.
I threw a weak punch at the Whisperer. He caught my wrist, but Ian stepped in and struck the side of his head.
There was no face to hit, but the force pushed his body to one side.
The Whisperer released another wave of wind at both of us.
We planted our feet and leaned forward. Something about him felt weaker now.
His attacks were slower. His movements lacked the force he had used earlier.
I kept punching him to stop him from whispering again because the others had already begun to fall into it once more.
