Fitz quickly pulled Sophie behind him as he heard the cold, hard voice, grabbing his spear, trying to defend for himself and Sophie.
Sophie groaned.
Keefe quickly pulled out a gun in his pocket. "Relax, Fitzy."
"Shut up." Fitz snapped.
He aimed his gun at Fitz's head. "If I were you, I would've been more obedient. If I accidentally slipped, then you're gone forever."
Fitz suddenly regretted burying those guns he took.
"Put down your weapons." Keefe growled. Fitz had no choice but to obey. "Raise both of your hands." Keefe growled again, the gun still aimed at his head. Slowly, Fitz took a shaky breath, raising both his arms above his head.
Watching Keefe tying Sophie's hands and legs together, and his gun, which was still aimed at him. He knew he was going to fail. 2 days. He told himself, time passed fast.
I can't save her. I bring unfortunate things to poeple. I killed her.
*****
"Zelena!" My mom called. Zelena is my elder sister, she's older than Alvar by two years.
"Yeah?" I heard her coming down the stairs.
"Can you watch Fitz for me until your father came back?"
"What about Biana?" She said as she petted my head gently.
"She's already asleep."
"Bye." We both watched Della leaped away.
Zelena kneeled down. "What do you want to do then?" she asked me.
"When will dad come back?" I asked childishly.
"Probably at night. Do you want to play a game?"
"What game?"
"It's human. So basically I will go and hide and you come and find me."
I nodded and she led me outside the house. I've never been to this part of Everglen. It was full of trees and creatures I don't recognize.
"Close your eyes and count to thrity." Zelena told me, her cobalt blue eyes staring into mine. This is the last time I have seen her.
I leaned against a tree trunk and counted loudly. As I started counting, I heard Zelena leave, her footsteps fading into the rustling leaves. As I counted to thirty, I opened my eyes. Zelena left me a trail of orange leaves, I quickly followed.
But somehow, I searched for her for hours, until I don't want to play this game anymore.
"Zelena come out!" I called. "You win!"
Silence was the only response.
Suddenly I saw her dark brown hair, I ran towards it.
She laid there, red flowing out from her stomach onto the ground.
"Zel!" I called, running towards her.
My sister smiled. "Fitz, you win." She petted my head, pulling me closer to her.
She closed her eyes. I stared at her.
"Tired." she whispered into my ear.
Her breathing stopped.
"Zel?" I called. "Can we play another game?"
Silence.
"Zel!"
A pair of arms picked me up. Dad's home. "What happened to Zel?" I asked him curiously.
My father swallowed back a cry "She's..... asleep." He didn't want me to worry.
"Asleep." I repeated." Asleep."
A few months later, Mom took me into her room. She petted my head "Fitz, Zelena isn't coming back."
"Why?" I still remember how ridiculous this question is.
"She's dead."
"Dead." The word rung in my head. I killed her.
