Twin Moon - Chapter 222 - Tools in a game
Whiskey.
“If you want a beating, I will serve you a beating little girl” Dante hissed. I smiled up at Saxton and puckered my lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
***Hurt him all you want, just don’t kill him***
***Why not?***
***He is still my father, and the Alpha won't take kindly to you killing his warriors***
***Fine***
The crowd moved back, creating a large circle in the middle of the hall. Dante removed his shirt and danced around the middle of the space, showing off to the crowd. I am really going to enjoy this. I do wonder what Saxton is trying to prove by having me fight his father. Perhaps it's just some kind of unresolved childhood vendetta thing. Lord knows I have enough of those.
“Last chance to back out little girl” Dante teased,
“No. I'm good” I said with a smile. This seemed to anger Dante more. He stretched out his arms and jumped up and down on the spot, warming his body.
I stood facing him with my hands behind my back, waiting for him to advance first, which I know he will. He is going into this too cocky, he already thinks he has won. He'll be sloppy, and he will concentrate more on showing off for his comrades than he will on his movements. I can use that against him. Unsurprisingly, I was right, Dante launched himself forward in a bid to tackle me. I stepped out of his way at the last second, which meant he went sprawling into the ground. Laughter and jeers rang out through the crowd. Dante jumped to his feet and snarled at me. He came at me again, this time swinging for my ribcage. I twirled to the side out of his way, and then back around behind him. I slapped the back of my hand to the back of his head. Dante didn’t like that. He kicked out with his leg, aiming for my stomach. I caught his leg easily and threw my elbow down into the side of his knee. Dante screamed out and jumped back away from me. He stood holding his knee while glaring at me. I could see the fear in his eyes now. He is starting to understand that he’s underestimated me.
“Fucking get the bitch, Dante” Pia screamed from the side. I looked over at her and growled. I can always take her next, after I’ve finished with her pathetic husband. I was distracted just long enough for Dante to wrap his arm around my neck. I could smell the pride seeping out of his skin. The silly beast thinks he has me beat now. I lifted one hand to grab the back of his neck, and held onto the wrist that was pressing against my throat with my other. With a strong push and pull at the same time, I was able to fling him over my shoulder and slam him onto his back at my feet. The jeers and cheering from the crowd slowly started to die down the more I deterred his attacks. They were all now coming to realise that I am not to be trifled with.
“Stop playing with the girl and put her on her ass already” Pia screeched. Dante rolled away from me and jumped back to his feet. He didn’t wait this time and came charging at me once again. His extended claws were out in front of him, and mud brown fur was starting to sprout along his arms. He has no control. Dante swung and I dodged, over and over. I was enjoying the game, toying with him like this. I like watching his anger rise and his frustration grow. It amuses me to no end.
In a split second, I flicked my eyes to Saxton. He was standing tall and proud with his arms crossed over his chest, and a shit-eating grin on his face. He nodded his head once, indicating it was time to end it. Dante was recovering from his last attack, spinning on his heels to come back at me again. As he launched forward, I did too. I used his bent knee to jump up and perch myself on top of his body. I wrapped one leg under his arm, securing my ankle behind his back. And the other came over his shoulder and around his neck. He reached up to dig his claws into my leg, but I caught his hand at the wrist. I squeezed his wrist and twisted it, snapping the bone at an ungodly angle. I squeezed my thighs, tightening the hold on his neck. Dante dropped to his knees from the lack of air. He went for my leg again with his unbroken hand. I went to grab it but just missed, instead my claws ripped through the feeble flesh of his forearm. I put my right leg down to anchor my position, and kept my left leg securely around his neck.
He was growing weaker, slowly but surely. Pia was screaming, his other children were screaming, even the other warriors were all screaming. They all seemed to think that he still had a chance to beat me. The fools. My eyes locked on to Saxton. He stood glaring down at his father with a smug look on his face. The way Saxton looked at him, the slight raise of his brow, the small quirk of his lip and the evil glimmer in his eye. It wasn’t because he was proud of me for pinning his father, it was because his father was in pain. Then it occurred to me. This whole show of dominance had nothing to do with me proving myself to his pack. It was all about getting back at his family, it was about revenge. For what? I don’t know. But it was clear now. Saxton was using me as a tool in his game of retribution. Just like the hunters did.
**Present Day.**
I think they are onto me. This pack were very prepared for an attack. Almost like they were expecting it. The mistakes I have made previously, especially by unintentionally letting some of them get away, those errors are coming back to bite me now. It would seem word of my little expeditions has spread further than I would have liked. Unfortunate, but not the worst thing in the world. I had been feeling bored of the mission lately, perhaps now I will have more of a challenge. Maybe if more of them are as prepared, if more of them start to push back and resist their inevitable deaths, maybe the beasts will offer a little bit more excitement to the hunt again. This village seemed empty, rather void of women and children. Which leads me to believe that they had enough time to evacuate. The idea infuriated me. I am better than that, than letting people escape, I am more efficient and faster than this. I ransacked their houses and other buildings, killing anyone and everyone that got in my way. And surprisingly, there was a lot of them. They all fought back. I am used to people running and hiding, it has been a while since anyone put up a fight. Do these beasts not know who I am? Is the legend of Besomar only known in Russia? Do they not understand that I am evil incarnate. Pure rage and death, put on this earth to destroy their species.
It was roughly the middle of the day. I had been in Alaska just 2 days now. I had my claws into the neck of a warrior, about to rip his throat out, when it hit me. A tidal wave of pure energy. Something that I had never felt before. My skin prickled and my hair stood on end. My body felt heavy, like it was being dragged into the ground. And yet my head filled with air, like it was about to pop off my neck and float away. I ripped my claws through the warrior’s skin, letting his blood spray from the gaping wound. I let his body fall to the ground, and I followed, dropping to my knees and digging my fingers into the dirt. I tried to shake my head free of the obscure feeling clouding it, but it didn’t work. The energy rolled through my body, filling me with a pain I had never experienced before. It was unsettling. I flew back up onto my knees, sitting on my feet. I tossed my head back and screamed up into the air. The strange energy burst from my body like an explosion, knocking down the trees and houses that were in close range. The pain radiated through my veins and out into the air around me. I screamed until I had nothing left. I screamed until I felt empty and void of life. I dropped forward, pressing my face into the dirt. Before I knew what my own body was doing, I cried. For the first time in a decade, I cried. Tears rained from my eyes like they had a never ending supply. My body shook and heaved with the sobs that racked through me. I had lost myself completely, and I had no idea why.
As the tears fell, I lost myself. I lost any sort of feeling. I have never really been one for emotions, I was taught better than that. But the usual rage and anger that I strived on, was gone. Only nothing had replaced it. I was left with a giant gaping hole inside my body.
I forced myself off the ground and looked around. Everything that had been standing around me was now gone. The trees, the houses, even the dead bodies that were on the ground, all gone. I was left kneeling in a crater of some sort, and it was huge. Meters wide and deep into the ground. The earth around me was baron, just dirt and rocks. The trees off in the distance were now standing on an angle, all leaning away from me. I did this. I created this hole in the ground. A crater caused by my own uncontrollable outburst of power. Interesting. I had never done something like this before. Not to this magnitude anyway. But why? And how? What was the energy that I felt, why did it cause me so much pain? And why do I feel this black hole of emptiness in the pit of my stomach? Something bigger is happening to me. Something isn’t right. I just need to figure out what it is, and then put a stop to it. No matter the cost.
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