Twin Moon - Chapter 200 - Blue Eyes
Whiskey.
“I warned you” he hissed angrily. I jolted in surprise when a hand came around the top of my neck and squeezed tightly. I gagged and coughed, and my eyes flew open. The second that they were open again, more hands appeared. Multiple people were working on holding open my eyelids as others tried to fit some kind of bracket device thing to my face. I screamed from under the pressure on my throat and tried to shake the hands away from my face. Sharp spikes poked into the top and bottom of my eyelids on both eyes, then the hands went away. I tried to blink, but I couldn’t.
“What did you do?” I yelled and pulled on my hands. My eyes were starting to sting from being held open for so long.
“Take it off” I yelled. But no one responded. All I could hear was soft laughter. They were laughing at me, they were enjoying doing this to me. Why? What did I ever do to them? Someone stepped forward and tipped some kind of liquid into my eyes. It stopped the stinging, but it didn’t help the pain and uncomfortableness.
“I told you Whiskey, but you didn’t listen” he teased and tapped his hand on my cheek. I tried to snap my teeth at him, hoping I could move my head just enough to reach a finger. But I couldn’t, and he just laughed more.
“Watch the screen” he sneered. I had no choice now anyway. The pictures flicked through quickly before stopping on a picture of two men holding up two severed wolf heads. They looked very proud and happy with themselves. They wore matching black uniforms and each man had big guns slung over their shoulders. The seat started to heat up again, letting my frozen bare skin warm up for a few seconds. Then the picture change to the outlined shape of a woman's body. The background was a mix of pink, blue and purples, with stars and a crescent moon. The body of the woman was made up of blinding white light, with a symbol in the middle. A symbol I have become very used to seeing. The picture was beautiful, and for a brief second, I was enjoying looking at it. Then the pain went through me. It was stronger than all the other times. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t even manage that. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t do it anymore. Everyone has a limit, and at eleven years old, this was mine. Everything went fuzzy and I was out.
**Present Day.**
I stood from the couch and walked over to the picture on the wall. I stood in front of it, moving my eyes over the mix of colours. It was like a galaxy of stars, glitter and beautiful colours. It was the kind of picture that would make someone calm and happy. It was the type of picture someone could marvel at for hours. It was the kind of picture that someone would smile at. But not me. It was the same picture that I have been forced to look at thousands of times throughout my life. I crossed my arms and my fingers moved slowly over my forearm. The fingertips traced over the countless raised scars left behind from my childhood education. I let my eyes glide over the lines of the symbol. Two crescent moons on either side of a full moon. The waxing moon, the full moon and the waning moon. The symbol of the Were deity, the Moon Goddess. This symbol is meant to be a beacon of life and love for Were-kind, their most cherished and worshipped image. What a load of shit. Three stupid shapes that mean nothing. This symbol has caused me nothing but pain. This symbol has controlled my entire life. I am so fucking sick of this stupid fucking symbol!
I grabbed the picture from the wall and threw it through the air. It smashed against the wall on the other side of the room, exploding into a thousand small shards. All of my anger and pain bubbled to the surface. Heat swept through my body making my bones ache. I lifted my chin and screamed. The high-pitched shriek burst from my mouth and filled the room. The windows shattered and a whirlwind of cold air came flying in. The air whipped around me like cracking ice, slicing through everything in the room just like a hot knife through butter. The shrill scream reached its crescendo, as the fierce tornado of my own making blew out the walls of the loungeroom. I gasped in a deep breath and hunched forward, catching myself with my hands on my knees. That fucking symbol. The wind died down, but the cold was more present now. I stood up straight and looked around the room. Wow, I really tore this place to shreds. Broken art, furniture and stuff that could only be described as scrap, was now strewn all over the floor. Two of the walls had been completely blown out, exposing the outside world, and the roof seemed to be hanging lower than before. Fuck. Now I’ll have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight. Me and my fucking temper. All because of that stupid useless symbol. I growled and huffed as I stood upright.
I began to trudge through the debris and made my way back outside. I remember seeing another semi-decent looking house not far from this one, I suppose that will have to do for now. At least until I find where they keep their records, and then I can get out of this shit hole. I made my way back through the village towards where I spotted the small house. As I walked through the clearing, a far-off howl broke the silence. I stopped in my tracks and searched the surrounding trees with my piercing gaze. The forest was thick, and the setting sun meant it was getting dark. But my senses are phenomenal. I can see better, hear better and smell better than any other human. All thanks to my scientifically engineered genes. Most of the time, these beasts all sound the same. But this howl was different, it was like I could understand what it was saying. I could hear its sadness and its grief. I knew in that moment that it was a member of this pack, and I also knew that I couldn’t let it get away.
I set off in a run, towards where the howl came from. Darting between two huts and into the trees. The scent was strong, but it was running away. I pumped my legs harder and pushed forward. My feet crunched over the foliage and the cool air whipped through my chocolate hair as I ran. I could smell the beast up ahead. The foul creature stunk of fear and grief. It made me laugh. Here it is. Here’s the kind of chase that I like so much. This is the hunt that I live for. My bones were pulling at me from the inside, twisting and turning as I raced after the runaway. I was screaming out to change, my body was begging for it. If my education has taught me anything, it’s how to control my change. And that is the last thing I want to do right now. Hunting an animal that is bigger than me, that is meant to be stronger, faster and by all means more powerful than me, and then taking it down in human form. It is the most erotic, fervent, intoxicating feeling you can imagine.
I spotted a flash of dark reddish fur through the trees ahead. From the quick glimpse I got, I could tell it was a big one, probably a male. I pushed harder and caught up on him quickly. The closer I got, the more I could smell. It was definitely a male, and he was a wreck of emotions. I wasn’t even breaking a sweat yet. This was easy for me. Fun, but still easy. The wolf was just ahead, one jump and I’d have him. I prepared myself to launch, I saw a rock up ahead that I could push off from, and I measured my steps to get the right footing. Only when we reached the rock, the wolf used it to launch himself through the air. His body went up and then backwards, somersaulting over my head and landing behind me. I skidded to a stop, stirring up dirt and brush all around me. I flung around and was just in time to catch his jaws as he landed on my chest, knocking me to the ground. We slid along the ground, coming to a stop under a tree. I held his snapping teeth back with my hand’s wedged in the corner of his jaws. I lifted my knee and anchored my foot to his underbelly and pushed. I kept a hold of his head and kicked hard with my foot. The wolf flew up over my head and slammed against the tree trunk above me. I rolled to the side as it came down and landed on the ground on its side with a pathetic whimper. My claws pushed through the ends of my fingers and my sharpened teeth dropped down from my gums. I growled at the beast as it struggled to its feet. The wolf got up and turned to look at me. It was like a blow to the gut. All the air left me at once. I stared into its bright blue eyes, and it was like I was looking into my memories.
“Saxton” I breathed out in a breathless huff. Those eyes, the bright ocean blue eyes. They always managed to enchant me, to lead me away from my duty. As I stood unmoving, lost in the past, the wolf tilted its head to the side with confusion, probably unsure as to why I hadn’t attacked it yet. I stood up straight and my weak and pitiful body stepped towards the beast, drawn in by those alluring eyes. The wolf took its chance and ran, shooting off through the trees and away from me. I should have taken up the chase again, I should have continued the hunt and brought the beast to its end. But I couldn’t. I was planted to the spot I stood. Glued in place by those goddamn eyes. They took me back to a person that owned eyes just like those ones. A person that I will never forget. That I could never forget. Even if I wanted to.
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