2: The Brotherhood: Kara: Life and Death

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Kara sat down, waiting for someone to call her. The door next to her was just as fascinating as it had always been, but she had made her choice, so she was going to do the same thing she’d done the last time she died. Conrad and Lucas still needed her. She was a buffer between them, because they’d never really got on, although they managed to work together when they had to, and the world still needed both Conrad and Lucas. Without them Unity wouldn’t exist. Sighing, she lent her head against a wall, knowing that it could take some time for them to find her a new body.

Sometimes Kara wished she didn’t love both of them. Things would be so much easier for her if she could just walk away, go through the door she’d ignored six times, and find out what came next, because life was getting more difficult. Technically it wasn’t living that was the problem, but dealing with the Brotherhood, Daniel, the tension between Lucas and Conrad, and helping the children who were born with power. Life was getting harder for the children with power, in part due to the route Daniel had taken the Brotherhood down since he’d taken over. Everyone knew the children existed and people were scared.

It was easy to understand why. Kara had always been a little scared of the powers she had and some of the powers other people had terrified her, like Mim’s ability to control other people. When Kara stepped into her new body she would have new powers to learn how to use. She was always a shapeshifter, but the other powers changed every time. One power she’d always wanted was telepathy, because she’d never been a telepath before and it seemed fascinating, and there were several powers she hoped she would never have to deal with.

The problem with death was never knowing how long you’d been dead and Kara had never been a patient person. She tapped her finger nails on the ground, hoping that she’d hear a voice soon. To her it seemed like a few minutes but in real life it could be weeks, months, or ever years. The longest time it had taken them was six months to find her a new body and it had taken her some time to get used to. She’d died in September and come back to life in March, missing the entire winter.

“Come on boys,” she muttered, tapping harder on the ground.

Death was the hardest part of being brought back to life for Kara. Sitting around doing nothing bored her, especially as she’d been in the middle of something when she died, and she wanted to get back to it as soon as she could. Either that or walk through the door. She looked at it, wondering if she should walk through it, because she’d lived a very long time. There had been a time when she’d believed she would never live past twenty and the last birthday she’d celebrated had been her 678th.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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