Part III
The car took a big impact from the crash. Blood flew everywhere, and not just the little girl's blood. All of them, the spoiled brat, the nice rich girl, and the girl who had somewhat suceeded at her mission. The little girl's breath had suddenly stopped. No one noticed due to all of them on the verge of death. The small healer was the only one who was awake, just barley enough for her to look around.
She knew she had caused this, and she felt truly guilty. She sobbed a few times and she could feel only a little of energy to give her last gift to her sister. She knew she would die if she attempted to, but she felt like she owed it to her sister. She took a final breath and forced her hands into claws. She let out an energy beam seconds after her breathing stopped. She fell, her body limp, on the back seat. She had hoped that she had done her gift well, it had depended on her sister's life. The others had become to stir up, just in time for the fire to start. They all experienced the pain, the only thing that supported them now, what anchored them to the world.
The fire brought the girl to her senses. She stood up alert and saw the dancing flames. She led out a shreik and grabbed two unconcious bodies. One of them her soon to be dead sister. The other she was unsure of. She led them away from the fire, and carried her sister while running away from the fire. She left the other body a safe distance away from the fire.
She didn't stop running, not until she had reached the last foot of land. She looked around, looking for a boat, but found nothing. She sat down and cried while her sister lay next to her, still bleeding. She didn't know what to do, or how to do it. She looked around and in the distance, she saw a boat figure. She waved her hand, so the waves would deliver her newly found boat. It took a while, due to the stormy wind and rain that had all of a sudden made her journey harder. The boat made a slow appearance but the girl knew it would at least have to do. Finally, at the snap of her fingers, the waves had fufilled a little in their own mission. The girl who controlled the ocean loaded her sister into the boat. She sat her, or much less, lay her on the floor of the wooden boat. It wasn't much but the girl knew it would have to do.
She looked around for something to row with but found nothing of help. She was frustrated with herself, as much as she wished to drown. She bowed down to the water so that her free hand made contact with the ocean water. She murmured words she didn't know she knew, much less speak them. She chanted her words of mystic while the waves responded to her soothing words. At first, nothing happened, then the boat was pushed by the waves the girl with the purple eyes had created out of nowhere. She smiled and continued to chant her unknown words. What would have taken hours to do in a normal boat ocurred just withen minutes. They were almost to the shore of the island. The girl could feel it.
In all of the exciment in her waves, she had gorgotten about her bleeding sister. She took her wet hand from the waves and huried to her sister. As her hand left the cold dark sea, the waves stopped. The girl cursed and went to her sister. She didn't see her chest fall or rise at all. She tried many things and knew she had to reach the island. She made contact again with the water and chanted her lifesaving words. It took a long while for the waves to respond but as they did, the girl forced all of her not yet wasted energy onto the waves. They pushed the little boat as fast as it could go. The gurl kept chanting her words as the little girl slowly went away from the world. The girl who had been forcing the waves into what could be a tidal wave saw the island she had not been on for so long.
She smiled and forced the waves a little more. They were only minutes away when the girl relized that at the speed the boat was going at and seeing that she couldn't stop it, she worried that the boat would crash. She remembered when her hand had lost contact with the water, how everything slowly stopped. She retrieved her arm from the cold water. She went to her small sister and carried her in her arms. She was prepared. The waves diminished slowly and slowly. But just not really in time. The girl saw what would happen and jumped over the side of the boat. There were only about an interval of two seconds when the boat crashed into the cliffs. The girl with the blue hair who carried her little sister and swam to shore, struggling with only her feet to propel her. Her little sister was breathing just barley, the hollow that had taken a bite of her leg was no where near them fortunately. She was took breathing intervals of thirty seconds, scaring her older sister who had risked her life for her. If this failed, the girl who had the power over the waves would have all of this for nothing.
The older girl struggled with her sister, she was slowly loosing her strength. But she had to make it, for her sister. Whenever the girl closed her eyes to blink, she would be gone for a while. Her legs would still move, but her mind would have been elsewhere. The little girl struggled many times by trying to speak to her older sister. And many times she struggled with faliure. She barely had enough oxygen in her body for her heart to function, how could she expect to speak a whole sentance much less a word.
The older girl made it to the beach where she remembered they had swum. She smiled, but the memory of how much more she had to run. She sighed and smiled down at her sister, who she cradled in her arms. She quickly dropped the smile at the sight of the blood all over her sister's legs and basically everywhere. She grew determined and ran through the trees she recongize. But the girl wuickly grew tired. She slowed down a bit and the side of the bog made her feel better. She ran faster, which is too say she jogged. She was familiar with the trees and she couldn't help but smile. But as she neared the house and onto the porch, with a knock, she colapsed onto the wooden floor. She slowly closed but not before seeing the door open infront of her.
He heard a knock on the door. He didn't understand who would be knocking at such an hour. He got up from where he had been seated and went to the front of the house. He slowly turned the knob and saw two bloody bodies. He was horrified by the scene but recongised one of the the bodies. He knew it was the girl with the power to control water and the little body that was in her arms must have been the sister she had so desperatley been searching for.
The boy dressed too formally called for the headmistress. He called from the door way and the woman who took care of her wards rushed down. She was shocked and had blood shot eyes. She looked at the scene where she had heard the boy yell for her. She staggered back and asked the boy what had happened. He told her that he had heard the knock of the door and had gone to awnser it. He also told her that he had reconised the girl as the girl who had fled to London.
At some point during the boy's explanation, the girl who repeated things had wandered into view. She skipped and twirled to the boy but stopped in mid-twirl when she viewd the bloody bodies. She was confused as to who they were. The headmisstress asked of both of her wards help. At first the girl who echoed the things people said shook her head as if declining. She was scared, but the boy explained to her that they were on the verge of death. As if nothing mattered anymore, she swooped down and carried the small girl, while the boy and the headmisstress carried the girl with the long blue hair. The bodies were carjed into the headmisstress' study where they were laid in the ever comfy chairs. The headmisstress directed the two wards to help assist her. They both agreed and were set to work. The little girl was the one who needed the most attention since she had almost lost her leg, crashed, and wasted the last of her energy. The headmisstress declared the little girl with brown hair was in a coma, she also declared the the older girl was just unconscious for the energy she had used. The two kids sighed in relief while the girl with blonde hair echoed what was said.
They tried to work on the little girl some more, or what could be done at the least. The headmisstress tried to get her breathing to a steady beat, but failed numerous times. On the last attempt she decided to do, she gave the girl some kind of medicine. But in the works of it, the girl's heart failed one las time.
He was carried out of the fire by the girl. He was unconcious though. He didn't know what had happened, but when he saw the burning car and saw his sister was no where to be seen, he dove to see a burning corpse. He was in shock, he wanted to cry, he was scared, he missed his sister. He stood still, mouth hanging. He looked at the burning car and cursed at the wind. He didn't know how to get back to London, and his family was to evacuate the city in a few hours. He wondered what his parents would do when he came back. Would they cry for his corpse of a sister? He sighed and kicked dirt into the blazing fire. He walked away into who knows where.
A/N: I Will Continue This Story Becasue Of All The Revjews I Got. I Was Really Convinced Nobody Cared About This Story! I Am Starting A New FanFiction Soon, And I Have Left A Few Clues Of The Main Character In Future Chapters, Actually Chapter Sixteen. I Have Decided To Release The Next Chapter Early(Meaning This One) Becasue Of All The Positive Feedback I Got. If You Really Want The Next Chapter Early, Than All You Guys Have To Do Is Review. If I get Five More Reviews On This Chapter, Than I Will Release It As Soon As Possible. If Not, Well Just Wait Until This Friday/Saturday. Good Luck Guys! And I Would Like To Thank Those Of You Who Reviewed! I Love All Of You The Most. Not That There Are Favorites Or Any Thing! Please Review And Click The, " Follow/Favorite" Button! And Speaking Of Favorite Stories, I Would Like To Thank The Only Person Who Really Cared Enough To Favorite This Story. I Love All Of You!
-Me