Twin Moon - Chapter 298 - The End
Whieksy.
My body touched down and I was laying on something hard, gravity came back to me and the floatiness of the air was gone. I moved my hands over my body, making sure everything was still attached. As far as I could tell, it was. But something isn’t right. Something is missing, it feels wrong. A feeling of warm calmness swished through my veins. I want to cry, why the heck do I want to cry? I opened my eyes and looked up at the clear blue sky. It’s beautiful, the soft baby blue colours and the gentle whisps of white clouds. I’ve never taken the time to appreciate the natural beauty of the sky. I pulled myself up to sit and a shudder ran through me. I feel weak. I’m tired and my body aches. I looked down at my fingers and flexed them out in front of me. I pulled on that string of darkness, to summon the power, but I couldn’t find it. The string was gone, the whole icy feeling of the black magic was gone. I pushed forward on my claws, forcing them to protrude through, but they didn’t. I couldn’t reach that part of me. I rolled my neck and tried to shift. I flopped my head from side to side, but the change wouldn’t come. I can’t feel that side of me at all. The animalistic urge, the need for blood, the untameable anger, it’s all gone.
“What’s happening to me?” I asked myself as I squeezed my arms around my body. I feel so... so empty.
“I took your wolf” a voice came from behind me. I whirled around and stood up at the same time. Zelena stood a few steps away from me, with Gunner close at her side, his hand holding her hip protectively.
“You what?” I blanched. She took my wolf? Is that possible?
“I took your wolf. You're not a Were anymore” Zelena answered immediately.
“How do you feel Whiskey?” Gunner asked, his voice was hard and angry. I ran my hands over my body, feeling the bumps of my scars and the strong muscles undeath my skin. I still feel the same, physically. But inside, it doesn’t feel right. I’ve never been one for emotions, not unless that emotion is anger of course. But my chest was tight with the need to cry. My mind was swimming with thoughts and feelings. Feelings I have never felt before, feelings I never thought I would feel, ever. I want a hug. I want to lie down and cry. I want my dad. A wetness hit my cheek and I looked up at the sky, there are not enough clouds for it to be raining. I wiped at the wetness on my cheek. Am I crying?
“Whiskey?” Zelena called gently. I shot my gaze to hers and more tears poured down. I don’t cry. One tear, one lash. That's the rule. I can't cry. My breaths became shaky and my legs felt wobbly underneath me.
“What did you do?” I screamed. Gunner grabbed Zelena’s arm and pulled her back a few steps. The movement of their feet drew my gaze and I saw something on the ground in between us. I dived for it, grabbing the small hunting knife before quickly standing again. I held it tight and spread my feet, readying myself. But something is wrong, something is missing. I don’t want to fight them, I don’t want to fight anyone. The desire I felt to kill Zelena was gone. The need to kill anyone is gone. I wiped my eyes, trying to clear away the moisture so I could see properly.
“Whiskey, stop. You don’t have to fight anymore” Zelena pleaded with me. Gunner was holding her arm, but her body was leaning forward like she wanted to come to me. I wanted that too. My body craved her touch. This isn’t right, this isn’t me.
“What did you do?” I asked through my jagged breaths and incessant tears.
“I took away the part of you that craved violence. I took away the animal side”. Zelena paused, waiting to see if I would speak. When I didn’t, she went on,
“You’re human now. You can live a human life, you don’t need to fight anymore”. Her voice was soft and sweet, I could feel the love and hope in her words. It lit something in me. After everything I have done, she still wants me. The tears came harder, my chest squeezed and I could barely catch a breath. I don’t understand. I don't deserve kindness. I especially don’t deserve her kindness. The knife in my hands shook as my hand dropped ever so slightly.
“Whiskey?” Zelena called. I looked over at her, meeting her golden eyes with my own. My sister. My twin. The person I just tried to kill. And she was right there, looking back at me with a soft smile. That smile said more than any words ever could. She loves me. Just me. Not for some kind of power I could give her. Not for status or personal greed. Not because she wants anything from me. But because she is my sister. Pain radiated through my body. I've never had that before, that kind of love. At least not since I was ten years old and my father was killed. I'd forgotten what this felt like. It hurts.
“I can’t” I choked out through my sobs.
“You can. You just need to put the knife down. I'll help you, we both will” she sang softly as she gestured to Gunner over her shoulder. My eyes flicked to him, and I saw it plainly. Zelena may love me, but no one else ever could. I have hurt so many, I've done so many terrible things. The way that Gunner was looking at me. The anger and mistrust simmering in the back of his beautiful blue eyes. He said all I needed to hear, without saying a word. There is no redemption for me. Not as a Were, a hunter, a merchant of death, a descendant of a Goddess, not even as a human. There is no coming back from what I've done. I turned my gaze back to Zelena and forced my trembling lips into a soft smile. She stood up straighter and smiled brighter, the hope in her eyes was more than I could have ever asked for. She deserves so much more than me.
“I’m sorry” I whispered.
Zelena’s face fell as her eyes tracked the knife in my hands as I pulled it to my throat. I pressed the blade into my flesh and cut it cleanly across my carotid artery. Zelena’s screams filled the air as I dropped the knife and fell onto my knees. She was at my side, pulling my head onto her lap as I dropped back. Warmth ran down my neck and chest as blood filled my mouth. I looked up at my sister and grabbed her hand from around my throat. I squeezed her fingers, trying to get her attention. She was screaming and crying, looking all around us. I reached up and grabbed her face, pulling her eyes to mine. Tears were pouring from her golden eyes. Eyes that looked just like mine. I tried to smile, but more blood just poured out of my open mouth. I smiled through the gagging and choking and caressed her cheek softly. I wished I had a life with her. I wish we could have known each other. Staring into her face, a face that looks just like mine, and knowing that my own death is beating down on me, I could see it now. In her golden eyes, I could see it, playing out like a movie, the life I could have had with her. Zelena and me, growing up together. Playing with dolls as young girls, learning to swim and ride bikes. Our first change and meeting our wolves. Fighting with our parents and making up again. Discovering boys and finding love. Building our own families and sharing our lives together. She would have been my greatest ally and my biggest annoyance. She would have been my best friend and my favourite person. She would have been my everything. She should have been my sister.
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