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Eve 1/3 Superheroes OC's (Updated)

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1/3 of my OC Superheroes, I'll be uploading the other ones soon, but for now I wanted to put this one up. I think she's the one I've put the most thought into.
P.S. This isn't finished so the end is a little weird but I wanted to see what you guys thought of it.

Name: Eve (Awenita- Fawn) Waterstone
Age: 15 (5 at the time of the Ah Push attacke)
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark brown in two braids/ponytail.
Other: scar on right shoulder. Freckles  
Clothes: Buckskin one shoulder shirt, pants, leather straps around her feet and legs.
Weapon/open: Uses animals abilities.

Backstory:
I was with my mother inside the cabin, my father was out talking with some of the tribesmen, and my older brother and twin sister were out hunting and collecting herbs. I would have been with them had it not been that I was still getting over a nasty cold. I was playing with some of my animal toys when my father came running in with a worried face. He starting yelling at my mother in our native tongue. I was still too young to understand every word but I caught one word. “Ah Puch” which meant “god of Death”. I froze where I was, grasping onto the horse I had been playing with. Every child of any tribe learned the stories of the “Ah Puch” tribe before they could talk. They were a ruthless tribe who loved war and bloodshed, they could wipe out a whole tribe in less than a day. My father grabbed his gun and ran outside to help our people but hadn’t gotten more than four steps off the porch when three arrows shot him down. I screamed with fright. My mother quickly ran and picked me up just as an arrow pierced her heart going through to my shoulder. I cried again in pain but this time not only cause of the wound in my shoulder, but because my mother now lay dead on top of me. From where I was laying I was unseen, but I could see almost everything, through the door of the cabin. The “Ah Puch” tribe were cutting down women and children as fast as they were cutting down the warriors who had protected us for many years. My heart stopped cold with the thought that anyone could do that without losing a single man, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. All I could hear was the blood curdling sounds of people dieing, my people. The people who my parents had worked so hard to protected, were no more than bodies laying on the ground. It went on for hours. Finally I must have fallen asleep or passed out (I don’t know which one happened first). When I awoke it was dark. I saw my older brother Track looking over me, I couldn’t see very well. Rather it was too dark or my eyes were not working well. I could hear another sound I thought it must be my sister Eva. My skin felt hot to the touch, when I heard Track ask if I was alright. They only thing I could do was nod my head towards my shoulder. I heard him say something to Eva but I didn’t catch what it was, the next thing I felt was Track wrapping cloth around my shoulder and picking me up. I couldn’t help myself, I started crying again. I thought I had shed all the tears in me, but I hadn’t. I’m not sure why I was crying, it could have been my wound or the thought that this was the last thing my mother had done for me before she was killed. I felt Track’s strong arm wrap tighter around me while his other rubbed my back trying to soothe me. I still couldn’t stop crying, not until I felt my sister’s hand in mine, and I fell asleep again.

 I awoke again in a small clearing with my sister asleep next to me. As I looked around I saw Track sitting gazing at something in his hand, when he saw that I was awake. “Here Eve. Drink this,” he said as he put a cup of cool water to my lips. I hadn’t noticed how thirsty I was until I started drinking. My skin still felt warm, but not as hot as it had the last time I was awake. My shoulder was wrapped with clean clothes. When I thought about what had given me the nasty cut I remembered what happened to our people and, more importantly, my parents. I started to wipper when Track pulled me on his lap and held me close. “It’s okay Eve. I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice sounded so good after the cries I had heard yesterday. I stopped whimpering. “There you go, no more crying.” Track said as he pulled my face to look into his own. I saw the worry in his eyes and longed to help in some way, to easy the burned that must be on him now, but all I could do was snuggle closer to him. He held me for a while longer then pulled me back to look at me once again. Only then did I see and feel all the blood dried on my skin and clothes. “Lets get you cleaned up and take a look at the shoulder of yours.” he said. I nodded. He pulled a buckskin shirt out of a bag and pulled my little dress off. He had a warm pot of water that he took a old piece of cloth and gently rubbed the blood of my skin. Once I was clean, he pulled the buckskin shirt over my head and took a leather thong, tying it around my waist to help keep the shirt from sliding down.
 
When he unwrapped my shoulder I almost cried out in shock, I only held my tongue because I knew my sister was still asleep. There was blood crusted on my shoulder, a three inch gash now marked it with blood freely flowing down my arm, not being stopped. Track whistled at it as he started pouring warm water over it. I hurt so bad I bit my tongue to keep from shouting. Once that was done he started to stitch it up. The arrow head must not have been like the ones we used because the wound was jagged, not a straight one. I couldn’t help myself, because the pain was so intense, I let out a small scream loud enough to wake Eva up.
“Sorry Eve, I know it hurts but it will be over soon, I promise.” Track said as he took a quick pause.
Just like last night my twin sister sat down next to me and held me other hand. “It’s okay Eve, here take my hand it’ll help with the pain.”
I was so grateful that I still had my siblings here, it did make things alot easier on me. Once Track was done the searing pain eased up from my shoulder.
 
Over the next few days Track did what he did best and hunted for us. While Eva and I stayed in the little clearing he had found. We made it a nice little place to live until I could regain my strength.
Those days where the hardest for me. I stayed at our camp and didn’t do much. I couldn’t not only cause of my shoulder, but because I couldn’t stop seeing my father getting shot down and my mother laying on top of me dead. Eva helped me to come out of my cocoon some of the time, but not often. She would try and get me to play with our animal toys that Track had gone back for. Only for me to either start crying or to just stare off into nothing. When it wasn’t Eva it was Track. He’d hold me or show me things try to keep my mind from wandering back to that night, that terrible night. At night we would lay under the lean-too that Track made and I would have the worst nightmares. Track would be sitting with Eva and I, and out of nowhere warriors from the “Ah Puch” tribe would come running into the clearing. Track would try and fight back but he would get cut down before he could make a move. Then Eva was shot dead with an arrow, as I ran away screaming. I’d wake up from those horrible images to Track holding me, talking quietly. He always asked what they were about but I could never tell him. I was so terrified that it might happen if I ever told anyone.  
This is my Superhero OC Eve she's a twin to her sister Eva and youngest sister to her brother Trak.
Their Indian royalty who people where... you'll findout if you read this :D
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