Chapter 13: Powers?
(Alia's POV)
My grip on Aria's hand tightened as I began to let out the cries I had been trying so hard to keep in. She was gone. Really gone.
“NO! You can't do this to me! You can't.” I let the screams out, hoping they would take the pain with them. I let go of her hand and placed both of mine onto her wound on her chest. “I'll make the bleeding stop. It'll be okay, you'll see.” I ranted hysterically. I had to do something, anything, to help her.
“Alia...” I heard Arrow say faintly. His low voice seemed to echo around the room.
“No, Arrow. She'll wake up. I'll stop her bleeding and she'll wake up!” I screamed at him.
“She's not sleeping Alia! Just stop! She's dead.” He yelled back. He stood up from beside her and walked across his cell. I watched as he slammed his hands against the back wall. Arrow and I had different ways of letting out our hurt and frustration. The three of us were so different. Yet so alike at the same time.
When we were young people had a hard time telling Aria and I apart and the three of us were always together. As kids we were the triplets that finished each others sentences and liked the same types of things. But as we got older we started to find ourselves, started to become individuals. We were no longer known solely as the Knight triplets but as Alia, Aria and Arrow. We each started going our own way and became good at different things.
Arrow got into swords and started to come out of his shell. He became this funny, protective and determined young man. He made friends with pretty much everyone and even though he knew he could get any girl he wanted with his good looks, he never even had a girlfriend.
After Aria shot her first bow she was hooked and spent a ton of her free time shooting, just because it was fun. She became more dedicated to training and always got into trouble, bringing Arrow and I along with her. She could talk just about anyone into doing something even if they thought it was stupid.
As for me, I got into the hand to hand combat part of the training more then the weapons. It felt good to take your opponent down with just your hands and to know that you didn't need to have a weapon to win. I made different friends but at the end of the day my family was most important to me.
All of this made us grow closer though. We would compete, to see who would out do the others in practice and no matter who the winner, we wouldn't get mad. What really brought us closer was knowing what we were capable of together, which was way more then what we could accomplish apart.
But now there was one less to our team. It was just Arrow and I left. We lost a part of our team, we lost our sister. We lost the glue that brought us together. Our best friend and the oldest of the three of us was now gone.
“No.... please.” I cried out. I slumped up against the cell bars and let the tears stream down my cheeks. My face was pressed up between the cold metal as I tried to get as close to her as I could. I can't believe I’m losing her. Aria's my best friend, it feels like I’m losing a part of myself along with her. “Please, you can't leave me.” I begged as I pushed down on her wound a little more. By now my eyes stung from all of the tears spilling out but I didn't move to wipe them away. Instead I continued to beg my sister to come back, I didn't care that my throat was dry so it hurt to speak. Or that I could barely breath because of the sobs that escaped.
It felt like I sat there for hours before I heard someone take a huge inhale of breath and then there was the sound of coughing. My hands were moving up and down, absentmindedly I wondered if there was an earthquake. We had never experienced one in the tunnels but had drills to be prepared if there was one.
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