Young Heroes

Weaknesses

*Ashlyn's POV*

  I woke up with pain reaching every inch of my body. I was standing limp, but upright, hanging by my hands, and I groaned. I lifted my head and winced, my neck biting into my spine painfully. I tried to again, slowly raise my head and look around but everything was completely pitch black.
  I stood up straighter to see if I could walk along the wall to find a door or light at least, but my hands restricted me from doing so when I heard the chains rattle. My hands were chained to the wall behind me.
  "You should've stayed away." A voice from the far corner spoke up, and I jumped and whipped my head around wildly.
  I blinked my eyes, and changed to night vision mode, my irises changing dark green.
  I scanned the room, but to my surprise, I still couldn't see a thing except black.
  "Oh, are your powers not working?" The voice said again. "The room is pretty special in that way. I know all about you Ashlyn. I know your strengths. I know your weaknesses. That's why I know that your greatest strength is your friends...and that's also what makes them your greatest weakness." They said. I couldn't tell if it was a woman or man because it was obvious they were using a voice modifier.
My eyes kept darting around wildly. "What the hell did you do to them?!" I snarled.
"I also know you have a temper. Don't worry, Princess. I didn't do anything to them. The worst thing I've done is take you away from them."
"How is that hurting them?" I sneered.
"Well...your the only one who can hunt, therefore, the only one who can feed your dying friends. And let's face it. Those two don't know anything about medicine." They said casually.
I gritted my teeth and wrapped my hands around the chains, the cold metal cutting into my skin. I stayed silent, even though every urge inside me was pushing me to let all hell loose.
"You're getting what you deserve. You've gotten in our way, and that can't happen. Your friends will die slowly, and when no one ever finds them, we will take down the WP-8gency when it's at its weakest point."
With that, somehow, I felt a presence leave, even though I didn't see or hear a door open. I clenched my fists and my blood started to heat up. I kept trying to look desperately around for anything at all, but all I found was infinite darkness. It made me panic even more that I couldn't reach into my pocket.
  I had a secret pocket on this inside of my vest, where I kept a photograph of me, Alysa, Sophia, Rianna, Nathan, Riley, Carson and Joe, smiling and joined by the arms, as a reminder of why I kept fighting.

*Sophias POV*

  Over the next few hours, Joe's condition steadily went downhill, and I was panicking. I was really starting to regret never listening to Alysa or Ash whenever they were talking about their weird medical classes.
  Ok come on, Sophia think. Clear your head...you know some stuff about this.
  I peered back down to Joe. He was in an anguished sleep, his face scrunched up and sweat glistening off his face. I lifted up his shirt to check his wound and my heart dropped. It was inflamed and swollen, and I blew out a shaky breath, dropping his shirt.
  What did Ashlyn do...ok she made me melt water to clean it...she took my whiskey...she pressed some weird flowers against his wound...what'd she say they were called...Calendula's?
  I stood up and ran to the corner of the barn where I remember she left some. I took out my whiskey and set them both down on the blanket next to Joe. Then I ran outside, collected some snow in a bucket I found in the barn, ran back inside, and set it next to him as well.
  I lifted up his shirt again and took the whiskey in my hand. I tore some cloth off of my cloak and poured a little alcohol on it. I gently dabbed the cloth on his wound. I quickly warmed the water in the  bucket and cleaned off excess fluid. I ground up the flowers in my hand and laid them on his wound. Ash said something like they speed the healing process and fight bacteria.
  I bandaged and dressed his abdomen. I looked at him and thought for a second. I pressed my ear to his heart and I thought it was beating too fast. I felt his head and he was definitely running a fever.
  "Joe?" I whispered, lightly placing my hand on his shoulder. His eyes fluttered for a moment before closing again and he groaned softly. "Joe, if you need water, the water in here's clean." I said softly, tapping on the bucket. He nodded his head so slightly, I didn't know if he even heard me.
  I ran a hand over my face and stood up. I tucked him tightly into the blanket and decided to go out and try to get something to eat.
  I threw my cloak on, slipped out of the barn, and ran into the forest.
  The best thing I could find was a rabbit skittering around. I shot my magic fire at the rabbit and it dropped to the ground, smoking rolling off of it.
  "Whoops..." I muttered, bending down and looking at the charred rabbit. "Well at least we don't have to worry about cooking it."
  I picked it up and took it back to the barn. I opened the door to the barn and closed it behind me.
  "Joe I brought food—" I cut off as I turned around.
  Joe stood ten feet from me, swaying on his feet, and as white as snow.
  "JOE!" I screamed, running to him, as he fell to the ground with a loud thud.