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Nine Lives Chapter 1
I woke up to the feel of rainfall against my skin; the drops of water soaking through my ripped and bloody clothing. Now almost completely healed, I got up to look around, try to find out what happened. Most of the plane was missing but I could still count fifteen bodies strewn in front of me, my parents among them. I ran to them, tried to find a pulse; devastated when I found none. I repeated the procedure on ever body I found…correction, on every corpse. I felt like this was just one big nightmare, like it wasn't real, as I slowly dragged all the bodies away from the plane and placed them side by side. Closing their eyes and crossing their arms on their chests. I don't know where I found the strength or the courage; must have been shock. I then gathered some sticks from the edge of the jungle I had wanted to see so badly, and started digging holes in the wet sand. My fingernails were broken and bleeding but I didn't care, I painfully dug fifteen graves, one at the foot of each body, and placed the bodies inside marking each grave with a stick. I buried my parents side by side, and decorated their graves with my unending tears.
The tears wouldn't stop but I knew I couldn't stay here much longer. I looked around only to discover that the sun had set and I was cold and still very much alone. I was about to return to what remained of the plane when I heard some growling close by. I was afraid of what it might be but I was still in shock, so I walked towards the growling to find out what it was. What I saw broke what was left of my heart. It was a mother tiger with her cubs, and by the looks of it she was bleeding badly from a... gunshot wound!
I couldn't bear to see the poor cubs grow without their mother and so I got up from my crouching position behind a bush and walked towards the mother as if in a trance. She growled and bared her teeth at me, but I didn't notice. I felt so much pain, and didn't want these poor cubs to feel it from their own loss. The mother still trying to ward me away but unable to do much more than snarl. I ignored her and held my hands over the wound.
I knew what I was doing. I discovered I had this gift when I was very young. My little brother had a scraped knee one day and wouldn't stop crying. I told him I would make it better if he kept it a secret. I was young and a little foolish back then and I willed my energy to leave me and go to him. Soon his wound was almost all gone. Of course there was a balance that had to be kept so my gift was not without a price, but that's another story. That was our secret ever since. I wish I could have helped him the same way when he was struck by a particularly lethal form of cancer, but he wouldn't have it, he said it was his time to go be a guardian angel. Mine he had said. Oh how I wish it were true.
As I had done for my brother once before, I willed my energy to leave my body through my hands and enter the tigress. There was no glowing light show or change in temperature; this wasn't some magical girl anime. The only noticeable change was the rapidly healing hole on the tigress's side as the bullet was pushed out by the now healthy flesh. Once done I slowly backed away, not daring to turn my back to the gorgeous feline now reminiscing with her cubs. I was at her mercy, and for now she seemed content to let me live. After deeming that I had put enough distance between us I made a run for the remains of the plane and tried to keep warm under the broken hull. I knew the price to pay for helping the tigress would be a difficult one to pay and I prayed to the skies that my brother was keeping watch over me.