Chapter 42
She's such a badass.
I've known this for a while but I'm still surprised she survived that fight.
Although, I'm not sure how her body will heal from this one.
Her wrist is broken, she's obtained a lot of wounds and slashes from the swords the shapeshifters use. Her leg was bitten by a werewolf and her stomach is clawed by one.
Her face is bruised, her nose is broken but the doctor fixed it back, her back is full of claw marks, all parts of her body is injured.
I didn't know what happened because I was too busy fighting werewolves and leading the warriors, when I came back she's already in the med wing and is getting treated.
The Alpha is nowhere to be found. It's like he disappeared after the whole thing.
I've been waiting beside her bed for her to wake up, it's been three days since the fight.
Mom and Dad has been overseeing all packs, making sure none of them were attacked or damaged.
Only the Mystic Heart has experienced such thing and we lost a lot of people because of it.
Warriors were lost, pack members and one soldier.
I can't remember the soldier's name but he was ripped to shreds. They can't even recognize his face because of how messed up it was.
Kali said she'll take care of it and report back to their office. Kali is such a great person, she's smart, beautiful and she's always willing to help others.
But when she looked at the soldier, I could see her holding back tears. I knew she was torn by what happened but she wasn't there because she chose not to fight and ran away.
That's the only thing that I hate about her, she's a coward. She's strong but fear overthrows her every time she makes a decision.
Kali visits us every now and then just to make sure we're fine but she herself doesn't know who to really take care of.
I can't talk to her either, she'll just scream and cry in front of me, saying that I'm such a bully. In all honesty, I'm tired from all her tantrums.
It's like she's a six year old girl in a woman's body.
I sighed and put my arms on Katie's bed, resting my head above it, I should get some sleep and if by miracle she wakes up, I'd give her a hug.
I closed my eyes and let the stress in my body leave me, the dark engulfed me in seconds.
I fell to my knees and gasped for breath, my heart thumped heavily as my body registers the pain everywhere.
Tears started to form in my eyes and I had no strength to hold it, so I let go.
My hands were shaking as I look at myself. I'm full of blood and wounds. I could feel my energy decrease as time passes.
I'm getting weaker and weaker.
I was stunned as the light disappeared and was replaced by the view of the forest. I heard the birds chirp and the wind blow.
I stood up and dusted my knees. I stopped for a moment to realize the pain was gone and so did the ache in my head.
I started walking ahead and looked around. Everything does seem beautiful when it's peaceful.
A smile crept up to my lips as I watch rabbits play with each other, the birds flew above us as the trees danced with the wind.
I could feel the air shift before I felt it.
I turned around, the darkness surrounded her and her form. But it stayed, the forest wasn't covered nor was the animals replaced by darkness.
It gave me comfort but wasn't enough for me to relax. I know she's a threat but I'm defenseless in this state.
After all, I'm just dreaming.
"Help...Forest..." She gasps out loud, but her face was covered and no movements of hers was visible.
"What?"
"Help...Forest..." She repeated but I grew confused, every time I find her she's talking in puzzles. She has this weird aura around her, that if you look or talk to her, you'll feel uncomfortable the moment you come close.
"I don't know what you're talking about lady. Stop talking in puzzles all the time and talk to me properly." I managed to say but deep down I am nervous.
I'm helpless, I'm in a dream state and I have no energy left in me. I'm no match for her here and I have no time for her bullshit.
She moves her arm, her right hand raising as her index finger rises up and points to me. My eyebrows went up as I looked at her confused.
In a blink of an eye, she lunged at me and directly chocked me in the neck, her hideous face uncovered from her cloak.
I woke up with wide eyes and gritted teeth. I breathed in and out to calm myself down.
That crazy lady, she's always going for my neck just to wake me up from the dream. I could do that without choking myself, I sighed in frustration.
Those dreams of mine, I'm not stupid. I know something's up and someone's sending a message to me but I don't know who or why.
They just pop up randomly and attack me without a single warning.
When I regained my senses back, I heard a monitor beep and the sound of water dripping. I looked around and found that I'm inside a hospital and an IV was inserted in me.
I raised my hands even though I had no energy, taking the sheet off and observed my arms, legs, my whole body.
Holy shit, if anyone saw me right now they'd say I got ran over by a truck.
I'm covered in bruises and wounds. I know how to take a punch but this, is a whole new level of toleration. I'm surprised I'm still alive. Though I frowned slightly, what happened when I passed out?
I only remember closing someone's eyes and then I blacked out. Any events after that, I have nothing in memory.
I put the sheets back and rested my head on the pillow. If rest was an option, I would go back to sleep. But I'm sure someone's waiting for me to go back and choke the hell out of me.
I removed the IV and attempted to get up, only to fall back down when my legs began to shake due to lack of energy.
It's no use, I'm bedridden but I need to go and ask what happened. I can't stay still without knowing everyone's safe and sound.
The word safe reminded me of the woman I accidentally shot because I was dumb enough to let someone attack me from behind.
My finger pulled the trigger and my aim was moved, I wasn't looking so I didn't know what happened until I saw the bullet wound on her chest.
The door in my room opened and Kyle came in with a brown bag and coffee on his hands. He saw me and smiled in relief.
He dropped the cup and the bag on the table and gave me a huge hug, which I reciprocated by putting my arms around him and patted his back.
What did he just say?
How could I drink coffee at a time like this?
Shameless.
I shook my head. "Who did you say?" I couldn't believe it.
Alec, my second-in command, the one who puts others first before his, the one who gives people chances, the one who took care of me when I was alone and sick.
The one who welcomed both Derek and me into the military, the one who introduced his wife and children to us because he trusts us, is dead.
I can't focus on anything he says but if contains Alec, my heart burns for him.
I spoke, still not looking at his eyes, I have no energy to.
I lost a friend, a family.
But I'm not blaming her, when I find out who killed Alec, I'll be the one holding his head as I rip it off of his body.
I managed to escape the hospital without anyone noticing. Though, anytime now my brother would scream so loud, I could hear it from here.
I grabbed my clothes and jumped from the window, that's why I like windows, another term for door.
I wasn't running though, I'm afraid my bones will break if I exert myself, I can just walk calmly like I'm not in the middle of the forest, yeah that could work.
It was cold so it was a good decision for me to take my brother's coat that he so gracefully hanged up. The night was beautiful, like it always is.
The moon shone above me as it gives light to my surroundings, I didn't need any light to see what's ahead, her light alone leads me.
The stars were up with her, they were twinkling and shining so splendidly, making sure that they shine so bright, the eyes seek their light.
I smiled in content, I've always liked the cold air and the light the moon provides every night. It just shows how beautiful the dark is and how amazing it can be to just be looking up at them and be satisfied.
I let the moon's light lead me towards wherever I'm going. I decided to go out because of the dream I had.
I wasn't exactly sure where she was pointing at, but I remember the pond behind her as she went to lung at me.
I can just look for that and start from there. I nodded my head in agreement and strode ahead, tightening the coat around me as the wind blows.
What happened to Alec, breaks my heart. I considered the man to be a family after what he showed us. He has a wife and three kids, they are years apart.
The oldest is at college already, the middle one is in high school, he doesn't talk much but he's a softie. And the youngest is in middle school.
His wife is a sweet and loving woman, she's shy at first but when she warms up to people, she'll treat you as if you're family.
I can't imagine how they would react to this, especially Maria. She loves her husband very much and to know her husband's dead must be killing her inside.
I shook the thought out of my head, if I dwell more I'm afraid I might break down right here though it feels comforting tonight.
I don't know how many minutes have passed since I was gone, my brother is probably panicking right now but I didn't mind it as I focused on the clearing up ahead.
I smiled in victory as I see the pond that was in my dream. I walked towards it and brushed my hand against the water.
It's cold alright. I saw my reflection on the water, I could see the little details of my face, especially the smile plastered on my lips.
The water shone as the moon shows itself in it, glowing with grace and glory. I sighed in contentment.
I managed to snap myself away from such beauty and turned around, walking a few distance away from the pond.
I stood still then raised my hands, pointing towards me. If I remember correctly, she stood like this, more like float, pointed at me and then attacked.
I began walking to where I pointed at, making sure to stay on the right direction. My hands were inside the coat because of the cold.
I'm alone again, and yes I will sing again. This is what happens when I'm calm and bored. I just straight up open my mouth and let my voice do its thing.
My voice is beautiful, that I know. I can sing high notes and low notes, my voice can adjust to it and deliver the sound perfectly.
Of course it takes a lot of practice, everybody knows that. You have to go through a lot of voice cracks, high pitched tone and whatnot, the way your throat feels like it'll snap a vein.
Though, with determination of course, you'll achieve the dream you're looking for.
I only heard this song once on the internet and fell in love with the beat. Since I can't play the guitar or any instrument, I practiced the song and began to sing it.
I heard shuffling around me, making me close my mouth in an instant and crouched down. It's an interesting instinct I'd say.
My hand was on the ground, supporting my weight as my left leg is crouched, the right one is stretched for a momentum.
My head diverted from left to right, back to front and repeat. My ears and eyes were high alert despite the darkness around me.
Another shuffle is heard, this time I knew it was coming in front of me.
I waited, my body is twice as heavy since my energy level dropped, for me to move like always, I need to put more effort in lifting myself.
His head is visibly cracked along with his skull. I could see internal organs when that hammer broke his head.
The eyes fell from their sockets, his jaw and teeth were placed in a weird way. The dirty ground can be seen from the hole in his head, or his head.
The components stuck to the hammer while it was lifted away from the man, then moved to the spine and another hit was delivered.
His spine was torn in half, a loud crack echoed through the forest. The body jumped as if it was still alive, then stayed so still as if it were never alive.
As I watch in horror, the man who was holding the hammer is smiling so happily, it gave me goosebumps.
I took a step back, stepping on dried leaves, the fissure caught his attention, his crazed eyes turned to me followed by his body.
The smile from his lips fell immediately, his face contorting in confusion. "Who are you?"
I'm basically handing my head out to some stranger who somehow feels familiar.
I gulped in nervousness, my eyes zeroing on the hammer in his hands and the blood that covered it. I carefully took another step back, the atmosphere darkening.
He wipes his hands, the blood transferring from his hand to the cloth. "I'm a king. I can do whatever the hell I want whether someone agrees to it or not."
That's literally how a villain is made. Are people still like that nowadays? If so, I'm thankful for my everyday gun.
Recognizable deeds?
I ignored his expression, focusing on the story. "What happened? Why are humans still here then?"
Really? Nothing to see here? I just witnessed a person getting murdered by a hammer and the person who killed him is standing right in front of me.
Worse is, I feel comfortable around this guy. His face and eyes are hard, on guard as he looked at me cautiously.
He had his jaw clenched every now and then when he speaks as if it were a hobby for him.
He didn't speak again so I took it as an opportunity to ask another question. This time, not related to what he said.
I know why a person denies or do not attempt to answer a question, I didn't need to press further to know that they're somehow connected in their lives.
- Anonymous