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t h i r t y s i x

Amara POV

Blackness began to cloud my vision.
I started to laugh, coughing.

My hand gripped the hilt of the knife and I pulled it from my stomach, grimacing at the pain that filled my body.
Peter was looking at me, his hand on his gun.

"You can't kill me... I have a world to save."

I coughed, blood mixed with the saliva in my mouth. Disgusting.

"Oh. But I think I can. Right after I suck your witching power from your body."

He bent down, eye level with me. "My father is saving the world. You're trying to destroy it. And I'm afraid I can't let that happen."

He pulled out a taser, pressing it to my skin.
I felt electricity run through my body and I screamed, the wound in my stomach burning.

My eyes clouded with green light, the energy in me recharged by the tase.
"Wrong move, pretty boy."

I threw myself on him, and he shook violently as my power ran from me onto him- shocking him into unconsciousness.

I got to my feet, panting as I loomed over him with his own pistol in my hand, aimed at his chest.

Just pull the trigger, Amara.
Just do it.

My arm fell to my side as I looked at his face.
He seemed so peaceful laying there. He seemed like the boy I had fallen for.
I leaned down and softly pressed a kiss against his forehead.
"I had begun to fall for you... I had begun to love you. My mistake."

I took all his weapons, saving them for later.

Holding my bloodied hand to my stomach I pushed Peter onto the raft and started the boat, killing the computers and trackers, driving it manually away.
After all, there was two little dogs waiting for me.

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Chelsie POV

"What do you mean you lost her?!" Yulia yelled into the phone from the other room.

I heard the crackle of Peter's deep voice on the other end of the line.

After some time Yulia spoke again.
"You say she's wounded?"

I strained my ears to hear what Peter was saying, but it just sounded like static to me.

"Okay. Sending a retrieval time out now."

Yulia came back into the room and smiled at me.
"Well. Good news and bad news. We've lost her again, but she's wounded. Stab to the stomach. She seems to be mastering her power though... think Chelsie- what are her weaknesses?"

I chewed my lip, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoulders.

Yulia looked deep into my eyes. "If we don't find her she will come for you. And if she uses her power on you it may kill your little baby. You have to help me."

Not little Finn...
"Her family. She would to anything to protect her younger siblings."

Yulia smiled. "Good to know."
She gently brushed a curl away from my face. "You get some rest, okay sweetie?"

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Amara POV

"This better be the right place," I muttered, staggering onto the shore.

I took one of the grenades that had been among the weapons I had stolen from Peter and threw it towards the boat before grabbing the dog's leashes and sprinting further inland.

I collapsed on the ground just as I heard the explosion from the boat.
I was off the grid now.

Fresh blood spurted from the wound on my stomach, my clothing drenched in red.
I was dying.

After I had found the dogs I had seen something in the distance, a green light. Like the light in my veins.
I had followed it here, to this island.
I was here for a reason...
But it would all be for nothing if I bled to death.

I rolled over, looking into Survivor's eyes. "Get help." I whispered.
The dog tilted his head at me.
"Help. Get help." I repeated the command.

He whimpered slightly before disappearing into the forest.
Destiny licked my bloody fingers and I let out a low laugh.
"I know, I know. I'm stupid. Really, I deserved this stab. I let my feelings get in the way."

She grunted and I began to pet her fur, coughing.
"It wasn't him, you know. It wasn't my Peter."
Destiny seemed to raise an eyebrow.
Or maybe the blood loss was getting to my head.
"My Peter wouldn't have hurt me. He may have been lying the whole time, but he wouldn't have hurt me."
I was rambling now, not even sure I believed the words that were coming out of my mouth.

I coughed again, little red specks flying from my mouth.
"Don't leave me," I whispered to Destiny, my eyes closing.

I was eight years old.

Me and Emma were playing dolls, and she insisted on being the mother.
Yet I wanted to be the mother.

"You can't be the mom! I'm older- I get first pick!" I protested, trying to wrench the doll from her hand.

"But it's my dollhouse!" Emma whined, tightening her grip on the doll.

Childlike anger boiled up in me.
"You got to be the mom last time! It's my turn!"

"But I don't want to be the dad!"

"Give it to me, Em!"

"No!"

Eight-year-old me suddenly shook, her irises glowing slightly with green light.
Tiny little green sparks lifted from her fingers, flying towards her sister.

Emma yelped, flying backwards as she shook out her hand.
"Ow, that hurt Mara! I'm telling mom on you!" She began to wail, running out of the room.

I scowled, picking up the mom doll.
I stared at it, before setting it down and staring at my hands.

Mom came in and ordered me to my room, and I was all too happy to go.

"What's wrong with me?" I whispered, looking out the window.

A voice spoke softly from behind me and I turned to see a familiar looking lady with long black hair, the ends dyed a faded blue as if they had grown out over time.

"Nothing is wrong with you. You'll be okay. Calm down, and breathe...."

I opened my eyes, and they locked on a pair of brown ones.
The lady smiled at me.
"Breathe." She whispered softly.

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another cover I made when I was bored: