A killer

When the van stopped, Macy got up from her seated position and launched a kick into my stomach. I coughed, whined and crouched over, and Macy smiled. "Good, looks like the Frostbite is wearing off, which means I can now do this-"
Within a moment, she pulled out a syringe from her jacket pocket, tapped at it for a few seconds and then injected it into my weak body.
"What the hell is this?" I asked.
"They call it Clockwork. It's a little chemical solution which reverses the effects of your werewolf abilities to the time before you were a werewolf. It only works on turned wolves and is temporary but will last longer than a normal suppressant. However, even after it wears off, you'll still be too weak to pose as a real threat. Now come on, on your feet, cadet!" She yelled, painfully gripping my arm and pulling me up. I wobbled a bit, almost falling on Macy who shoved at me causing me to topple through the open doors of the van and then fall painfully onto my arm, breaking it in the process. I cried out in response as a sharp, intense pain shot right through my arm.
"Pain's a bitch, but so are you. You must be best friends then, right?" Macy giggled as she yanked me from my broken arm, making me howl in agony. I couldn't even fight back or defend myself. The world's toughest young woman, now at the mercy of a psychotic bitch. Was this what it had all come to? Was this what Lucien wanted to show me? My weakness?
After a few steps I began to look up from the red sand on the ground staining my white shoes, and I stared up, quite confused, at a small football stadium ahead of us. I recognized it after a few moments. It had been abandoned a few years ago, when I was about fifteen, after many incidents of people being trampled to death upon entering. The structure was clearly not suitable for the masses. I wondered what we were doing at a place like this. Soon, Macy and I were joined by strange men dressed in black suits, each heavily muscled and from what I assumed, were werewolves as well. Perhaps they were our bodyguards. Well, they were Macy's.
Eventually we made it to the entrance, with dusty white poles scattered here and there, some slanted into the moist red soil, tilted or even broken completely. We passed the gates to the entrance of the stadium at gate D and then began walking through the interior of the place. I assumed we would be sitting on the stands which circled around the small football field. But instead, she led me right in the centre of it. And, as I looked around at the well-lit stands, I couldn't help but notice that we had a small audience of spectators- a few men and women and amongst them a few more people dressed in black suits. Amidst the audience, I could pick out a few familiar faces. Mrs Keane, Landon, Hannah from the diner and then my heart stopped as I gazed upon a pair of familiar hazel eyes filled with anger and hatred. I took several glances at the chocolate skinned woman, roaming my eyes over her face again, and again and still coming to the same conclusion, unable to deny my eyes as they now moved upwards towards her curly hair which was now the messiest I’d ever seen it. Was something like this even possible? Or was I seeing ghosts?
"L-Loren?" I yelled out breathlessly. Immediately Macy kicked me in the ribs, and I coughed up blood and painfully cried.
"I didn't tell you to speak. But yes, your dear Loren is safe and sound."
"B-but how..." I uttered as tears began prickling at my eyes, eventually falling down my cheeks and falling to the ground. Even my throat had begun to develop a painful lump and I fought the urge to cry, violently.
"You really have no clue about the people Lucien knows. Scientists capable of bio terrorism, botanists, some of the greatest alchemists, the greatest werewolf healers. They have perfected and altered every single plant you can think of, engineering them to our particular purposes. Including fooling you all into thinking Loren was dead, even Loren herself. You see as much as I would have liked to kill her, Lucien needed her for something... bigger. Oh God! I get excited just thinking about it!"
Loren was... alive? The thought ran around in circles in my mind, bringing me almost to the point of choking on tears. But, if Loren was alive, then who did we bury? I was about to ask this when, at the corner of my eye I saw a familiar pair of hazel brown eyes peering through thick, straight black hair. Damon. Attached to him was a familiar woman with blonde hair and brown eyes. It took a moment before I realised that she was Jade, or, who we assumed to be Jade. However, now, as I stared up at her, I could not help but begin to notice the resemblance between Macy and herself. She must have been Macy's younger sister, the one she mentioned in the van. She led a wobbly Damon to a seat, one next to Loren and amongst the other strangers surrounding them. Immediately, when he saw her, I saw the tears flow down his face and the disbelief stretch all across it, dancing on every single one of his features. I let out a little sigh, foolishly believing I could be relieved at a time like this. But I was a fool, and that was only proven right when Oliver showed up in front of me with a ball and chain in his hands. He smirked as he came closer and Macy smirked too, taking the items from his hands. Of course, the little idiot would be in on this whole game.
"Usually they use shackles around prisoner's arms and then tie them to a heavy weight. But today, you will be reliving some horrible events from the past, and as such, you will be required to wear a collar, instead of shackles. She moved towards me and began tying a metal collar around my neck, and to it, attached the chain and weight. Immediately, I fell to my knees with the weight around my neck pulling me down, and slowly the realisation began to creep in. They were recreating the worst parts of my childhood. They were recreating the underground fights I used to participate in and making me relive my birth as someone of pure survival instinct. It was a part of me that rarely came to life, a vicious, blood-thirsty savage part, one even more lethal than Damon on his angriest day. Macy was right, I was a killer by design, and now, this would only prove that fact even more, drill it into my bones until I could not escape who I was.
"Does this all feel familiar Jasmine? The weight against your neck, that blood pumping through your veins, the instincts kicking in. You know what it is, Jasmine, embrace it, otherwise people are going to die. People that you care for. That is your task for this next round, to embrace what you are, and what Lucien saved you from being consumed by. You, Jasmine Spectra, are a killer."
After that, the lights of the stadium began shining brightly, stinging my eyes, and Macy began pulling out her phone and walking a bit further away from me. From what I could make out, she was speaking to Lucien. It was during this time that I realised how sore my neck was getting, so were my knees and palms and ribs. I wasn't used to not healing, and my body was feeling that everywhere. From the pain I had each time I breathed to the throbbing in my head and the aching in my mouth. It was almost unbearable, and in all honesty, I was, again, at the brink of tears.
Macy soon returned to my side after she had had a very long conversation with Lucien on the phone. She offered a wicked smile and then nodded towards Oliver who returned her wicked smile.
“The boss says we’re good to go! So, without further ado, I present to you Jasmine’s deepest, darkest little memory. The iconic, mind-shattering underground fights! But, to make it even sweeter, the people you will be up against will be four members of the vigilante organization you worked for. And if that wasn’t personal enough, we’ve decided to raise the stakes even higher. Within the audience of spectators are people important to both you, Jasmine and the people you are up against. The loser will have the pleasure of witnessing the death of the person they love. That was a precautionary measure, just in case you, Jasmine, decided to be a hero and throw the fights. Now you have no choice but to give it your all, to unleash that monster inside of you so that your mate can see just how ugly you really are inside.”
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I should probably warn you all now, the next few chapters are going to be nowhere near pretty.
Also, many of my readers have this adorable, yet mind-shattering ability to to pre-empt the surprises in my book before I've even gotten a chance to write them down and publish them. Did anyone suspect Loren being alive, or have I been successful in finally surprising you?
Stay safe! Stay healthy! Sending all my love!