Mixed Fates

Chapter 13.

Ian’s Pov.

I don't know why my gut lead me to this woman but she is undescribable, she is wearing her magic like a second skin. Standing next to her, I can feel the anger and hatred dripping off her and the burning heat of her fire. She is ruthless and merciless. Watching her stand over that woman before gave me chills. Now we are standing against these two men, they obviously know her by the looks they are giving her.

“There is no one to stop us now Mia. This time we will kill your miserable ugly-looking ass”

I bite down, for some reason hearing him call her ugly pisses me more off than him saying he would kill her.

I look at her but my whole body both eased and chilled. She has this wicked smile on her face and her fire has somehow formed into hair on her head that is swinging about like there is a wind blowing. Without even thinking about it, my body just moves out of her way. She walks forward, leaving black footprints behind her on the stone ground.

“I have been dreaming about this blondie” she says.

Both of the men pick up their guns and start shooting darts at her but like with my air shield, her fire protects her from getting hit. Turning her hand a little, their shoes caught on fire, melting into the ground. The men grunt and yell trying to get free. Mia gets closer and closer to them until she is two meters away from them. Then the bigger one rips his feet up from the shoes and picks up some container from behind him. He throws the container at her and bends down. With a big bang the container explodes all over Mia, who is now covered in some purple slime like goo. Her magic is not burning through it.

“You did not honestly think after last time we did not have a plan for this one!” the man laughs.

Dirty tricks you little s**t.

Before I could attack, he lounges forward and punches her right in the face. She slams into the wall on her side. Blood spilling from the side of her head.

I will kill him!

Then, with incredible speed, she jumps on him covered in purple goo, wrapping her feet around his middle and hands around his neck. He stumbles a little back but keeps upright. The second man now jumps into action. That breaks me out of my astonishment and I grab his wrist, pulling him away from them. The man looking like a mad man then just starts attacking me, clearly loving the fight but he is not mine to kill, so I just steal the air out of his lungs. He falls to the ground holding his neck but I just let him have a little to keep him from dying.

My eyes find them again. Why am I so invested in her?

She bit him on the neck, he is bleeding but is also landing some bone-crushing punches in her ribs and back. What is she doing? Burn him! She has him in a hold, burn him!

“What are you doing? Get this over with! Kill him!” I growl at her.

After I drop my last word his body goes completely numb and his eyes glass over. She slowly lets go of her hold on him and slides to the ground. The man just stands there staring up at the ceiling.

“Why kill him when I can have some fun with him?”

There is no emotion, no kindness or an ounce of humanity in that voice.

Her eyes find the choking man on the ground and then back to me telling me to let him go. I do and he quickly stands up, but before he can the man behind her jumps on him and puts his hand in his mouth. The man starts to yell and struggle on the ground, trying to bock his college off him but he is too strong. Then he starts to pull his mouth apart. His jaw breaks with a loud snap, making the man scream the most soul-reaching scream I have heard.

However, he does not stop there, he keeps pulling until he rips his whole jaw out. Then he just stops like on pause, holding the man's jaw while his final seconds pass by. I look at Mia.

She is smiling.

Sadness fills me.

Is her humanity gone?

The man finally throws away the man's jaw, standing up and walking after Mia. She walks deeper into the building that I am hoping we are reaching the end of soon. I walk after them. It is only the two of us on this side but I know there are still people cleaning out the other doors. Door one was empty, door two was mostly just children and I am in door number three still finding people on both sides.

Door four was much like this one with sick people and guards, but door five was just living quarters for the people living and working here so they all got wiped out.

Using him like a puppet, they move through the hallway, opening up all the doors and killing everyone they find. Some know her name but some just beg for her mercy, she shows them none.

Should I stop her?

Can I stop her without killing her?

“We have reached the end. There is no more to go” she says.

She turns to me.

“I am going home.”

I narrow my eyes at her.

“You are not going anywhere until I have my integration with you” I spit at her.

Just because I let her get her well deserved revenge does not mean I am just letting her do whatever she wants.

“You are not my Alpha. You don't control me” she growls at me.

Alpha? She was raised by wolves. Did they sell her to these people? Is she going back to them to get her revenge on them too?

“I might not be your alpha, but I am an Elder and that is the same as alpha in the witch community, so yes you do need to obey me”

Without answering me, she turns around to her little puppet.

“I have no more use for you. Pull off your d**k and balls.”

Without a second thought, he starts to undo his pants, dropping them to the ground with his boxers. Then he grabs his gems and with one hard tug pulls them off. I inwardly whine and hold back the urge to shield my gems. I can see the sweat start to form on his face but it keeps emotionless.

Mia giggles.

My eyes widen up in shock. Is she bat-s**t crazy? Why is she giggling?

The man drops his gems on the ground and she steps on them, burning them to a crisp.

“Now I want your eyes” she says sweetly.

The man lifts his hands up and pulls out one and then the other, still standing strong while bleeding immensely from his crotch. He drops his eyes to the ground and the same thing happening again.

Mia just stares at him with so much glee that it is starting to make me uncomfortable. She needs to end this now.

“Now I want your heart” she says.

The man starts to claw and scratch at his chest. He does not have any nails so this takes some time, half way he falls to the ground from just blood loss in his feet but still trying with all his might to get his heart out. Then finally when he does his body is all white, there is almost no blood left. With a weak arm he lifts out his heart to her. After a few seconds she takes it and his hand falls to the ground. He is dead and some part of me wants to think he was dead when she took his free will away but I know he saw the whole thing.

Holding the heart in her hand, she just stares at it. Then all of a sudden she crushes it in her tiny little misshapen hand. Her fingers are crooked and her palm is tilting to the side.