Will stands in the middle of the street, his brown hair hangs low on his eyes. His lip twitches, something is wrong with him, I don't know what it is but I have this strange feeling. Lyra hands clutches onto my shoulder, I can tell she's confused and scared. This is not how I wanted her to find out about this, it not only exposes more humans to them but puts her in danger. Sasha is crazy and deranged she could snap Lyra's neck in a second, and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Quinn why is Will standing in the middle of the street, at night, like a serial killer?" Her words come out all wobbly, fear radiates off of her onto me.
"I- I don't know Ly." I say to her lying. She can't know about this life, it's painful and frightening. These people don't play around, they want something they'll get it.
I unbuckle my seat belt, ready to get out the car. Lyra's grip on my shoulder shiftiness. I place my hand on hers, trying to calm her down. She's always been scared of everything, the woods, bugs, old vintage china dolls.
"Where are you going? You can't be serious enough to go out there, he looks deranged." Her eyes scan over the scene.
"It'll be fine. It's Will he won't hurt me. I don't think." The last part I whisper, not to scare her. I grab Lyra's black jacket, putting it on. Shutting my car door, I walk slowly to Will. He looks like he's not in control of his own body, or voice. It's like he's being- compelled. Is Sasha controlling him.
"Will- what's wrong you can tell me maybe I can help."
"NO! Stay back Quinn I- I don't want to hurt you." The words come out forced.
"Is this Sasha? Is someone trying to control you? I heard you on the phone with her, I can help you she won't hurt me." His eyes finally connect with mine, they pour out fright and anger.
"You can't help me, Quinn. She's- you don't know what she's like." He leaves me by my car under the plain moonlight as he walks straight into the woods. The winds whistle through the green and brown leaves. Wait, where the hell is he going this conversation isn't over with.
"Will? WILL! Where are you going were not done?" The winds flow fiercely, I tighten the jacket around my bodice as I start to head after Will. Behind me I hear my car door shut, of course Lyra just can't stay in the car.
"You are not about to leave me in that car when someone can just kill me. Also, I'm quite drunk and need some air." I can hear her stumbling behind me, her pink heels roll against the cobble road.
"Come here." She walks over to me, clutching onto my arm. "Look, whatever you see or hear don't let go of me. I swear Lyra."
"You're scaring me, Quinn." Her voice shakes.
I stare her dead in the eye, "You should be."
We walk silently through the dark, chilly woods. Owl's hoot in their nests, I feel that their mocking me and Lyra, our fear. The leaves crunch under our feet. Every step we take Lyra's grip on my arm tightens, she stumbles a little as we walk more and more into the woods. The alcohol passes from her lips into the cold air, she had to of drank at least 3 drinks.
Catching up to Will he randomly stops in the middle of two hollow trees. They look over, casting a creepy shadow over him.
"Is he ok? Why did he stop?" ask Lyra. I just shake my head; I hand no answer because I was confused also. We walked so deep into the woods that were probably 20 minutes away from my car, and civilization. If we died right now no one would find us for hours, maybe even days. "Let's get closer." She yanks me forward with her, I stumble over a very big tree branch.
"Lyra NO-"
Behind us I hear a swift sound, a rope coming up from the ground. A brown net comes up from the ground trapping me and Lyra in its bind. We hang in the net from the tree, I shake the net trying to get up out but to no resolution.
"Were trapped." I said outload.
"Oh! No way Quinn, thanks for making that observation." I cut my eyes at her, letting her know I'm not in the mood. "Sorry." She quietly says.
"What's that noise." I lean my face as close to the net as possible.
"What noise? I don't hear any-"
Lyra sentence cuts off instantly. Some dark shadows come from behind the hollow trees, one of the people I recognize. Big hair, and red eyes it's no other than-
"Sasha Sapphire."
"Ah yes, that is me. It's nice to see you again, Lotisia." A devilish smile forms on her lips.
"Is that the girl that was talking to Myers in town like a month ago." Lyra whispers in my ear.
"Yes, now hush, let me handle this." I tell her. "Look don't hurt my friend or anyone else, If I'm what you want just take me."
A laugh escapes her mouth. Some more of her people come around the corner, to her left is a man with red hair. To her right is a tall woman with brown hair, the most distinct feature on her face is the scar that comes across it. I wonder what happened to her?
"I'll hurt whoever I want, like this sexy guy here." She pulls Will's face towards her, making him look her dead in the eye. "Will. . .right?"
"SASHA NO!" Her eyes never leave his face.
"Isn't this the guy that made a move on you at the party? Why would you want him to be alive, he hurt you? Made you feel unsafe." How does she know that? Her grip tightens on his face, I can see the blood rushing up into it. If she was a regular wolf that wouldn't hurt him so much, but since she's a red wolf her strength is ten times stronger.
"He said he was sorry." I said. Yes, he hurt me but I'm not one to hold a grudge, well except for with Alexander.
"Sorry? Sorry means nothing. Sorry is just something you say to dismiss a subject. Look, I won't kill him." The thick breath that I held in my throat escapes me.
"Thank you."
"I'll let my fellow friend, Katherine Constantine, kill him." She throws Will to the girl with the scar.
"Let go of him!" Anger starts to boil throughout my body, I start to feel how I did when I came home mad at Alexander, oh how I wish he was here right now.
"What are you going to do about it?" She challenges.
"Don't push me, Sasha." She stalks towards me; power thudded under her boots.
"Push you! What are you going to do you weak HUMAN!"
"HUMAN! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Lyra screams as a shrill voice comes out of her. I wish she would have stayed in the club with Claire. If something happens to her I don't think I could ever forgive myself.
"STOP!"
"DO. . .SOMETHING!" An electric charge surges out of my body, it hits the tree dropping a high branch down onto Will's head.
His body falls gracefully to the ground. The pain leaves his eyes. Yes, he didn't try to hurt me at the party but I would never wish death upon him. I hear Lyra let out a gasp behind me, shocked at what just happened.
"Quinn." Is all Lyra saying.
My hands and body start to shake erratically. Did I.. . Did I just kill Will?"
"Oh wow, who knew you were a killer Quinn. Nice that your powers are coming in."
"I didn't do that. I swear." I look down at my hands, scared to ever use them again.
"Mhm he seems dead to me." She kicks his leg; no movement comes from his body. I clutch my hands over my mouth, bile comes through my throat. I feel so sick and icky it makes me want to throw up.
"Now, kill your friend she's a liability." I turn to Lyra; she starts to back away from me.
"Lyra. . .don't be scared of me. I won't hurt you."
"How do I know that? You hurt Will, what makes me different." She's never looked at me like that. The look she gives me seems familiar; I know where it's from. It's the same look Alexander gave me when he thought I killed those guys. The same look my grandpa gave me when I burst those light bulbs.
"Do it Quinn." Sasha's hands clutches onto the net. Her eyes turn red, a fiery crimson red to be exact. Before I can say anything, a growl comes from behind us. Is it Alexander?
Instead, it's someone I didn't expect, the wolf. His black fur has gotten even darker, eyes greener than they've ever been. A strong snarl comes across his face. He walks straight over to Sasha.
"Is that the wolf from the woods?" asked Lyra.
"Yes. . .he's here to save us." I cheer.
The wolf and Sasha stare intently at each other. An unknown conversation is going on between them, hatred exhumes from the wolf's body. What is their beef?
"Guys look who it is. It's Katana, or should I say. . .Cousin."
Katana walks slickly around Sasha, staring at her intently like she's her prey. Her teeth bear aggressively at not only Sasha but her people, the black fur blends in with the darkness behind her and us. Sasha seems a little. . .intimidated by Katana. I don't think Sasha has ever met her match, until meeting her cousin. She had a strong distaste for Katana, when me and Alexander had that debacle at the pack house, he told me Sasha wants Katana and her father, Vet Khan, dead. For what reasons I have no idea, but it must be something serious.
"Cousin. . .it's been so long since we've seen each other. I think the last time we saw each other was when me and my father tried to kill you and Uncle Vet." Katana's snarl gets louder at every word Sasha says. She lets out a boisterous laugh, obviously enjoying this.
"Why does she want her own cousin dead?" Lyra whispers in my ear.
"I don't know." I reply back. At this moment I don't really care about the relationship between the Pergola/Sapphire/Khan clan. All I want is to get out of this net and go home with my grandpa, nothing would make me happier. He must be home by now from out of town, I know he's worried about me. Instead I'm out here in the cold, stuck in a net with Lyra's knee stuck in the small of my back.
"She's mine Katana, you can't take her like you did Shilah." Sudden interest flows over me. What does Katana have to do with Sasha's sister Shilah. When Sasha was prisoner at the pack, before I knew she was deranged, told me about how her sister died as a baby. Did Katana- no it can't be true I won't let that thought be a parasite in my brain.
The wolf, well Katana, has been their every step of the way. She was looking out for me when I didn't even know anyone was. Whatever she has done I will forgive her because she's a good person. Sasha just wants to make her look bad, in result making herself look like the victim.
In the blink of an eye, Katana goes from being a black wolf beast to being a tall, tan, beautiful girl with long midnight hair. Freckles decorate her face, as long bangs hang over her eyes. I can't believe that this whole time I thought I was talking to a wolf-boy, I'd been talking to a wolf-girl who was a beautiful woman.
Her head turned in my direction, she stared at me trying to read my expression and emotions. The wind blows her hair in the cool wind, there wasn't that much light out but I knew she was beautiful. Looking down I can see her hands clutching together, she was angry at Sasha, angry at what she said about Shilah.
For the first time, I hear Katana speak, "I did what I had to do." Was all she said. The words slide off her tongue like warm lemon tea. She didn't hesitate in what she said, it was definite and strong. She stood tall as she matched Sasha's stance.
"What you had to do?" Sasha let's out a wry laugh, not believing what her cousin said. "She was my sister; she was fine where she was. Once I find your father, I'm going to kill you both with my bare hands." She shows the palms of her hands, raw and ready for blood to flow through and over them.
"It doesn't matter Sasha. I saw the way you grew up, the way your father was. Queen Tura didn't want that life for her, so I did my duty as a Khan. I will not apologize." Her voice was stern.
Sasha let's out a loud growl. It was so loud that it shook the ground, I wouldn't be surprised if she busted a bunch of car windows.
"I've had enough talking, let's fight." She charges towards Katana, teeth on show and hands ready to claw out eyes. She went for her neck, but Katana dodged her and threw Sasha against the tree. Enraged by this, she charges towards Katana once again punching her dead in the face. Some blood sloshed out of her mouth.
Now, Sasha's eyes are red, bloody red. She's no longer Sasha, but the red wolf. Picking her up by her neck, she slings her across the ground floor over to us. I look at Katana, unable to help her. This is the moment I wished I could have my powers and protect her, like she did me. Her wobbly hand comes to our rope and cuts us down, we fall to the ground.
"Your free, go." She tells us, pointing out directions for us to go to. Me and Lyra don't hesitate and start to run, our feet pumping underneath us. As quickly as we went was a quickly as we were stopped. The one girl, Katherine Constantine, with the scar on her face and a new girl stands in front of us. Both look scary and intimidating.
"Quinn. . .what are we going to do?" There's no way we can both get past them, were unexperienced while they are the elite. I turn to Lyra, tears and fear stain her face.
"Ly I can stop them; you have to go." She frantically shakes her head; the red hair moves gustily in the wind.
"I- I'm not leaving you Quinn. We made a promise that we would never leave each other."
"That was before our lives were on the line. I.. . possibly killed a man, I don't deserve to go scotch free. You do. When you get out go to my house, tell my grandpa what happened, he'll know what to do." I grip on her hands, trying to remember the rough calluses on them. When we were little, she would always play on the monkey bars, well Lyra would and I would watch. She always complained about her calluses, all the time.
"I lov-"
I cut her off, "I know you do now go." She doesn't move. "GO!" She dashes to the left, heading towards the car. "Take me."
Katherine Constantine grabs me by my arm, dragging me back to our previous location. I see Katana laying on the ground, defeated by the Victor, Sasha. Her hair is matted into leaves, dirt on her body.
I don't know what's going to happen to me, and I honestly don't care. As long as Lyra's ok, then that's fine with me. I dragged her into all of this, she's innocent in the game. If anyone's going to lose it's me. Sasha looks at me with disgust, behind me I can tell she's searching for Lyra. She's long gone now.
"K.C. where's the red-head girl?" She breaths out.
"She got away Princess." She replies. Anger engulfs Sasha as her fist tighten together, after a few seconds she calms down.
"Fine, I'll have people go after her she can't get far. Throw the Zastitnik and that dog in the car." In the distance, behind the shadows sits a white Van. The types of vans you run past because you think you'll get kidnapped. Two guards open up the doors, I swear I heard the sounds of Sasha's victims screams come out of it
"Where are you taking us." I yell at her.
She stops in her tracks; she turns to me slowly. A grim smile forms on her lips, then she looks down at Katana. "We're going to Oslow, Katana's going back home."
Oslow? What the hell is Oslow? I thought Katana and the other Khans lived on the Island of Khans. Is this like. . .a prison for Khans or something? I don't fight the guards as they carry me to the van, black engulfs as I'm thrown in the van.
I think to myself, "did I mess up", "should I have run?" It's too late to regret my decision, I did the right thing in letting Lyra go. After I was thrown in the van, later came Katana. She looked so beat up and worn out I felt really bad for her. Once they shut the door, I help her up, trying to do the best I could. The only reason she's in this situation is because of me.
I'm the cause of it all.
As the van starts up, I watch Will as his body lays on the ground. I look down at my hands, horror of what I did comes back to me. I'm officially a killer, these powers are the devil. I can't even control them, I never want to use them again. I wonder how Lyra got on, did they catch her? Is she at the house by now? Is Alexander out searching for me? I bet he isn't, I wouldn't look for me either.
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