Twin Moon - Chapter 256 - Three Days
Aurora.
I can see it now, Gunner's heart belongs solely to Zelena.
I filled with anger and hatred. What does she have that I don’t have. We look exactly alike. He should see me, he should look at me, love me, treat me like he does her. Why can’t he? The dizzy feeling came back to me, and I once again felt like I was falling. I closed my eyes and grabbed my head, then waited for the feeling to pass again. Once it did, I opened my eyes and looked around. I wasn’t in the basement anymore, and Zee wasn’t here. I was now standing outside in the snow. Around me were rustic hut type buildings. The area was empty, but I could hear screaming and frantic yelling in the distance. What in the actual fuck is going on. I must be dead, how else could this be happening. To go from one place to the next without explanation, it has to be death. Behind me I heard rushed voices and rustling. I turned around to see the tall dark–haired woman from the driveway run out of the hut. She was younger, more spritely looking, and was also holding a small toddler. Behind her was a tall muscular dark-haired man, also holding a baby. My stomach tightened and my heart thumped wildly in my chest. I know that man.
I've seen his face in my dreams, thousands of times before. But they were just dreams, this is, whatever this is. Why would he be here, does that mean he is real. I don’t even know if this ghost walk thing is real, so perhaps I am just dreaming. He looks like I remember. Black hair, pale skin, golden eyes. In my dreams he would smile at me and tell me he loves me. In my dreams, I called him Daddy. But they were just that, dreams. I don’t have a father, I never actually saw this man for real. He was just a piece of my childish imagination, trying to give me something to cling too when life with the hunters felt too hard.
The man and woman embraced each other, pressing their heads together. He ran his fingers over her face and through her hair. She grabbed his face and kissed him, passionately.
“Come back to me” she whispered breathlessly. The baby in her arms cooed and stirred a little. The man grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her lips back to his. He kissed her feverishly, not relenting or giving in to the quick movements of her lips. It was starting to feel awkward watching them. The screams got louder, and I could now hear gun fire in the air as well.
“Always” he breathed out. He pulled back and kissed the top of her head.
“I’ll meet you at the cabin” he said assuredly. Even his voice sounds the same as it did in my dreams. Strong and reassuring, calming almost.
“Three days” she nodded and shifted the baby in her arm. He crouched down and brushed his fingers over the babe's chubby little cheek. I watched him with the babe, and a memory came back to me. The dream I had on the boat from Russia, I dreamt of two babies. Those babies were, or are, these babies. They look exactly the same. Pale skin, dark hair, chubby cheeks, maybe a year and a half old. They're the same babies. That explains it all, this is just a very vivid dream. First I dreamt of this man that I called Daddy, then the babies. All the abuse and torture, all the lessons I've had to endure are finally messing with my mind.
“My beautiful Zelena” he whispered into the child's fat cheek. What a strange name. Zelena. It’s not one that you would hear very often. Then again, I suppose neither is Whiskey. The man then kissed the child's cheek, and forehead, and fingers. He was so sweet with her, I can see that he really loves her. Once he finished smothering the child in kisses, he then lifted the baby in his arms so that the woman could reach her face. She then did the same as the man had just done. Kissing the baby all over its face and hands. The baby giggled and grabbed hold of the woman’s hair. She smiled as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Take care of her” she said sadly as she stood up straight,
“You know I will” he said back and wiped the tears from her cheek. The baby had its fat little fingers wrapped around her finger.
“I love you, my sweet Aurora” she cooed and bent to kiss the baby's hand once more. An explosion sounded in the distance and both the adults whipped their heads in the direction.
“We have to go” the man said urgently.
“Three days” the woman said to him.
“Three days” he nodded in confirmation. He kissed her once more and swiped his thumb over her lips.
“Go” he demanded and pushed her gently. She looked at him and then down at the baby. A tear ran down her cheek and then she turned and ran, with the second baby still in her arms.
“Okay little angel, let’s go” he said to the baby. He carefully placed her into a bag like thing, and then put her on the ground. While still kneeling, he cracked his head to the side and changed into a wolf almost instantly. I swallowed hard, my tongue felt rough and dry. My heart was thundering as my thoughts raced. Why would I dream of a werewolf being my father. Though in my dreams I never saw him as a wolf, only a man, it still doesn’t make sense. I hate these beasts, I would never wish for one to be my family. I need to stop, this isn’t real. I have no father, no mother, no family. I was created in a lab. These hapless thoughts are doing me more harm than good.
Using his jaws, the man picked up the bag with the baby in it, and then ran in the opposite direction that the woman with the other baby had gone in. I made the snap decision to follow him. I was here, seeing all of this for some reason, I figured I may as well find out what that reason is. I ran behind him as he darted through the forest, skilfully dodging branches and fallen tree trunks. The gunfire was ringing through my ears, the smell of fire, blood and gunpowder was thick in the air. I wonder what was going on. The man slowed down and I quickly realised why. Up ahead, through the trees, I could see a small battalion gathered and moving together in unison. They were all firing on something, but we were still too far away for me to see what. The man stalked forward, keeping behind the trees. The closer we got, the more I recognised. The men firing the guns, they were all dressed similarly. They all carried the same kind of weapons and moved in the same tactical way. They were hunters. That fact was indisputable. What were they doing here, this is a werewolf village, obviously, because why else would this man be living here. From everything I've learnt, hunters don’t attack villages, not unless the pack living there has attacked humans first. So, what kind of vicious monster have I been dreaming about, if they have earned the retaliation of hunters, they must be bad. A low growl and a soft whine got my thoughts back on the current events. The man, or the wolf, was watching what the hunters were doing.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This isn’t right. This is not what I know, what I was taught and shown. This is all wrong. All across the ground were bodies, a sight I've become accustomed to in my mission these past few years. But what I couldn’t understand was the line-up. Men, women, children, all bound, blindfolded, and grouped together. The hunters would walk them, line by line, off to the side and force them to their knees. There the other hunters would fire on them. It was a kill squad. This is nothing like what I've been taught. They said they are savage beasts. Out to kill until their last dying breath. They said that they fight, and hunt, and kill mercilessly. But none of these people were fighting back. It's not the killing that bothers me, I've done my fair share of that. It's not even the fact that it’s children they are killing, I've killed plenty of kids. It's that this doesn’t match the stories, the lessons, the mission reports. Brave hero’s, risking their lives for the greater good, facing ruthless and unforgiving monsters. Fighting unstoppable and dangerous creatures for the betterment of humankind. These people don’t look so dangerous.
Now that I really think of it. In all my travels, all the villages I have destroyed and the werewolves I have killed. Most of the beasts chose to run first. When the running option was deemed pointless, and surrender was not going to happen, only then did they try to fight. Granted the fighting was also pointless, no one could defeat me. It would seem that fighting was never their first action, but a last resort. I have killed without mercy or prejudice. Not a care or second thought as to who or what it was that I was killing, only if they were in the way of completing my mission. Have I been blinded by my own rage, so focussed on my mission and what I need to do, have I not seen things clearly. Could I have been tricked or misled. It has happened once before, with Saxton and his ambition. But that was a moment of weakness, before then I have been strong and unbreakable. No. This is all just part of the ghostly thing that is happening. It's messing with my mind.
The baby cried out and the wolf quickly ran on. I watched a little longer, to see if they heard the cry. Two of them did. They pointed and shouted out that there was someone there and made chase. I caught up to him quickly, just as more of the hunters sprouted through the trees in front of us. Shots began to fly all around us, a few went through me like Hank did back in the basement. But if the man from my dreams was shot, he didn’t look like it. He charged through some of them, sending them flying through the air. He manoeuvred around tree trunks, up onto tree branches and over groups of shooting hunters, all the while keeping the baby from being hit. It was quite impressive to witness. I have never faced off against a beast like him, if I had, I may have been somewhat worried.
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