Considered Good or Evil?
The wound upon Brooke's back was tremendously deep. The blood still trickled out of her; slowly falling to the flood. Hera was doing all she could with her healing powers to stop the blood flow. Panic washed over her as she didn't know what to do because her powers were failing her. Brooke was slowly slipping from her grasp; it was causing Hera to panic uncontrollably. Her tears had finally broken through the surface; slowly trickling down. Brooke's aqua blue eyes were getting dimmer by the minute; the life was draining from her, and it was causing Hera to become more worried than ever; but her anger was starting to surface as well.
"Brooke; stay with me here. You can't leave now; Angel needs you, she needs the both of us, come on, stay with me." Hera desperately begged.
"H-Hera... I c-can't." Her voice was in raspy heavy breaths; Hera could hear that her voice was fading. "Y-you'll... h-have to... g-go on.... w-without.... m-me."
"No! We both know that Angel needs us both Brooke. You can't leave her or your brother. Remember? You've not spoken with him for an extremely long time." Her tears came more fluidly more; as well as her voice becoming more desperate.
Hera sniffled but she allowed her emotions to show; notifying Brooke that she truly cared. The only Mortal she ever became close with was dying right in front of her; even with her power trying to keep her alive, it wasn't working, too much blood and the wound was far too deep. If it wasn't for Hera's powers; Brooke would have been dead a long time ago. Hera was going to make that the last resort; she wasn't accepting anyone's deaths, other than the ones that want Angel dead. She could feel her power failing her; but she kept up with all her might, just to keep Brooke alive. Since her power was failing her; she knew... she knew that the ritual had begun.
Brooklyn waltzed right on through the place; and soon enough, he entered the domain of the abandoned house that was sought for demolition. He examined its structure; noticing that it was ready to crumble in the matter of minutes, but at the same time, able to hold up to twenty to twenty-five people. Instead of dwelling on the building; he walked right up to the entrance of it. There he found blood marks on the door; claw marks, and some holes in the door from where it had pierced the wood. He searching the wooden door for a handle; and there, on the right, was a door handle that had to pulled upwards to unlock the door.
He grabbed the handle with caution; lifted it up and swung it inwards. The moment he stepped into the building; he was slammed against the buildings inner wall, with a sword placed right at his throat. Midnight blue eyes bore into his aqua blue ones; he was captured by the gaze, but the deadliness was there. The eyes were red; seeming as the person had been crying, the tears were also trailing down the cheeks, clearly stating that the person had been crying. The midnight blue eyes belonged to a lustrous black haired female; she held the sword tightly in her right hand. The blade touched his skin roughly; ready to pierce it at any moment, but it wasn't too rough to pierce the skin.
"What're you doing here; Brooklyn Kingston?" She asked roughly; with deadliness within her voice. It seemed to she knew who he was without asking.
"I'm merely doing a favour for a friend of mine." He replied with calmness.
"What friend?" She moved the sword up tighter against his neck; drawing a tiny amount of blood, from where the blade pressed slightly into his skin.
"You wouldn't know him." Brooklyn remarked.
"Try me!" She retorted.
What the heck was he supposed to tell her? 'I was given advice from my bit-beast, requiring me to find someone for him and a 'friend' of his'? No; he couldn't say that, she'd think he was crazy or something. She might even laugh at him. But there was that look in her eyes; stating that she didn't have the time for laughter or jokes, she meant business. A female so deadly; one that can wield a weapon, he's never heard of one before, but this one surely intrigued him completely. He was mesmerized by her; he was that caught up in her eyes, he couldn't take his gaze away from her. She was amazing in many ways possible; including her looks.
"You know what; don't answer that, I don't have the time to play games." She walked back over to the body laid out over the floor. "Close the door properly behind you; there're creatures out there that'll kill you."
Brooklyn did just that before walking towards her; to stand by her side. She was knelt down; examining a wound upon a female's back, one which he couldn't clearly see. He soon knelt down; and instantly his eyes widened, not in happiness, but in shock and absolute bewilderment. Sprawled out over the floor; was the body of his half dead sister. The life in her eyes was gradually dying; almost soulless. He couldn't believe it; after the amount of time they've lost contact and not seen each other, the day that they happen to meet is when his little sister was on the verge of death.
'Brooklyn; why the fuck are you standing around for?'
'I can't do anything; I'm just a mortal, dummy.'
'That; young one is completely deniable.'
'What are you on about?'
'You see that black haired female; what do you see her as?'
'She's beautiful; why?'
'I'm not on about beauty wise moron.'
'She's just a mortal like me.'
Brooklyn wasn't so sure why the hell he was laughing; but he surely knew that it was irritating him beyond his temper level. Why was he laughing? What was he laughing about? Questions he doesn't know the answers to, maybe, if he's lucky, he'll get the answers, one way or another. However; it seemed that he wasn't going to stop laughing anytime soon, since, obviously, something triggered him to burst out in a fit of laughter.
'You're kidding me? Tell me you're kidding'
'I'm not kidding. I answered your question; which is she's a mortal, so can't you accept that she's a mortal. Wait; it's her beauty that told you she's not mortal, right?'
'Don't be stupid Brooklyn; she ain't any mortal, she's just in disguise. Don't go falling for her; trust me.'
'You're just jealous that you're not a mortal; if you were one, you'd want to get inside her pants, and that ain't no lie.'
'Stop acting stupid Brooklyn; she's not a mortal, like you, you pompous fool. Why the hell would I be jealous when I'm already married? I don't cheat on any wife of mine.'
'Just because you're married doesn't mean that you wouldn't cheat. Stupid bit-beast!'
'I wouldn't ever cheat; now stop thinking up your own words; when you don't know what happens in my life.'
'Fine; I won't interpret what happens in your life, now, explain what you mean by me being able to do something.'
'Simple; you tap into my power to help the female heal your sister. That's all I'm telling you.'
'That's impossible; I can't do that...'
'Bye!'
'Damn bit-beast!'
Brooklyn returned to reality to notice that the black haired female had placed her hands over the wound upon his sister's back. A green glow surrounded her hands; her breathing was heavy, and it came in short yet sharp and painful intakes of air. Brooklyn gazed at her; sweat slowly washed down the side of her head, her deep sapphire eyes concentrating on using that green glow. He turned to look at his younger twin; noticing that the half soulless gaze still remained, that green glow was keeping her alive. The pain must be unbearable for his sister; yet, it's the only way that she'll be able to remain alive. That was when Brooklyn came to a conclusion; the black haired female was surely not any normal mortal, for no mortal has green glowing hands that can keep people alive.
"Put your hands on top of mine." Her words were short; but commanding.
"Why? What would that do?" Brooklyn was curious; his voice clearly grasping his curiousness.
"You can use the power of your bit-beast to help me gather my power; so that I can help heal your sister." Her answer was sharp and deadly; she was angry and annoyed.
"If you can heal people; why isn't my sister healed then?" Brooklyn too was furious; if she had the skills to heal people, then why wasn't his sister already fixed?
"My power's fucking fading. My mistress is the key to my powers and strength; without her, I'm nothing." She snapped viciously at him.
Brooklyn sighed deeply; but complied with her command. His hands were soon surrounded by the green glow; its warmth and gentleness, it was breathtaking. He closed his eyes so that he can take in much more of the feeling of the glow; in which strengthened his power, which went directly into the female. The glow heightened; surrounding the pairs' body like an aura. The wound began to close rapidly; the tissue forming together, creating new cells, and repaired itself to its former state. The glow extinguished; the job was done, his sister was fully healed. He opened his eyes and removed his hands from the female; keeping to himself, since the female was already too luring enough.
Brooke; slowly lifted herself from the floor, shook her head as if she had dirt in her hair. She stood up tall; stretched her aching muscles and limbs, ridding the locked joints from where she hadn't been moving at all. She turned to face the black haired female and Brooklyn; whom were now standing up tall. Brooklyn towered the too by a few inches; the black haired female stood two inches above Brooke, but an inch below Brooklyn. Surprisingly; the black haired female found herself tightened in a bear hug from Brooke, who was more than delighted to be alive more than anything. But soon; she turned to face her brother, her eyes widening instantly, but soon she rushed towards him, pouncing on him and knocking him over from the hug.
The black haired female saw how happy her new friend was; from being reunited with her older twin brother, it was such a lovely site, to find the one that was dear to you. That was when she became saddened; she still had to find the one person that was dear to her, and she was below the surface, underground in a hidden room, where the ritual was being performed. Brooke stood up; helping her brother up before turning to face her, noticing it was time to move onwards. But something within the female's eyes gaze something away; something that Brooke was defiant about, for she was causing a scene.
"I'm not turning back; not now. You told me that she needed the both of us; and I intend to stick by your side till I've gone to her. I ain't letting you face a danger that even you might not be able to face alone."
"Brooke; you almost died, I can't risk it again. I might not be able to save you next time."
"I know; but I don't intend to let that happen, I'm not leaving you or her alone, not now, not ever."
"Err... I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm completely clueless on what's going on. Is it possible to fill me in?" Brooklyn was totally out of his mind with this talk that the two girls were having.
"First off; I'm Hera, and I'm here to save my mistress, who is your sister's best friend." Hera stated to him; but the angry and annoyance had dispersed from her features.
"She means more to me than anything Brooklyn; not to be offence towards you or anything. But she's stood by me for many years; ever since I first met her, to tell you the truth." Brooke also stated towards him.
"No offence taken. So I'm not your favourite anymore?" Brooklyn asked; slightly saddened.
"Brooklyn; you're my big brother, of course you're my favourite, but she's also my favourite as well, just like Hera is." Brooke spoke with a slight giggle.
"Come on you two; we've got to continue moving, otherwise we'll be too late. The rest of the details; we'll fill you in later, we don't have time right now." Hera stated; leading the way, further into the house.