ENDANGER
2058 Words
EMERY GRACE CONRAD
No one had ever know when will the devil strike. When will evil put forth a great deal to sow who it thinks would befittingly suit its blade. A body to compensate its amusement, and we least expected for it to appear here. To see the devil himself appearing right to where Callum and I.
"Miss, do you think humans are really cruel?" Out of the blue, his questions caught me off guard.
I did not expect those things to come from a young child, but I'm not naive to the teachings that elders taught them about our nature. Humans kill them. They were hunted by us. I heard them, and I knew that it wasn't possible either way. Humans are afraid for some things that they failed to understand. Anxious at how logical, and how theoretical world couldn't provide to lay low their questions. They fear the unknown and so they killed it when they had the chance. They annihilate the existence that some may be confounded about.
"Humans?" I gently stare at his eyes. "Some could say that Humans are cruel, I won't deny it, but that doesn't mean it generally applies to everyone, Callum. There are humans - plenty of them who exist with kind heart. Who accept what the power fears of on its glory."
"Does that mean they can accept the fact that we exist too, Miss?"
"But not everyone can do so, Callum." Softly not to scare him about the outside world, I tried to explain him thoroughly, because that's the least I can do.
"Do you think it is possible for us to exist with humans?"
"I do, but I fear the dangers." And softly inside my head, I murmured, 'And I fear you,' The same way on how I was unsure now if I still do, when my fear has been replaced with a strange feeling I felt for Eligor.
I'm not naive for the attraction I am somewhat lost when did it ever began. No bargain, and I am not asking anymore for the compensation for what they have inflicted. So lost in thoughts, that I adhered a small gasp on my lips when I felt Callum's tiny little fingers examining innocently my face. They trace my eyes. They took my appearance.
"Do you..." He seems to muster the courage that I am unsure of what for. "...Do you accept us too, Emy?"
The tone of his voice trembles at the end. That did not escape me. Is he afraid that I'll answer no? Does that mean the bond we developed means something for Callum and Rene? I don't know. I trust them, but does that questions answers all the unsure thoughts that I've kept bottled for weeks and days?
I stared directly at his eyes. Should I as we yes, the same way my chest throbs and urges me to do so? Or should I keep denying the fact to save myself much early from the wound it could possibly scarred me?
"I-" But before I could open my lips, we heard a loud snap.
SNAP.
Sooner a brown fur whipped past between Callum and I. Out of shock, and my fight and flight instinct, I pushed Callum, enough to evade whoever might have interfere and join us uninvited. I lost my balance. Slipped, my head hit a nearby rock protruded sharply and hard as steel. It made me slightly dizzy. I can feel my eyes getting blurry, and ahead of me, what I can only envision is - what the heck was it? It looks like a wolf, similar in shape, but much bigger and it has limbs instead of paws. A nightmare to ever child's dream that when my vision cleared, I scuttle to get away from the creature.
"Callum!" Worries filled me, when I saw him slumped on one of the rocks. A wound on his forehead - now that I think of it, I just realize that I earned a wound from the hit. It's bleeding, perhaps, one of the reason why the creature hungrily stalking me. It's eyes - they are scary and red. It looks derrange. It wobbles, but it never manage no matter how much slipper the rocks are.
I wanted to run. I wanted to take Callum, and get away, but how could I do that? It looks like a hawk. It petrifies me. How can I outrun something, which is much faster, and stealthily stronger than I? I am a human. I am not incomparable to such creature that I don't know the name of. Sometimes, I wish I never had the chance to meet legends, if this would just happen. I'll choose to think they are unreal in exchange of this danger.
I gulps.
"D-do you want fish?" Stupidly, I offered. Since you know, it kinds of looks like it hadn't eaten for days, but God! I don't want to be its food! I still wanted to go home with Mom, Adam and Reign!
"Y-you know it's much fleshy." But my voice is quivering, and I was shuddering from the cold. It growls, perhaps, I am not convincing enough...?
The water splashes, when it steps. One step closer, and I felt like I'll faint. Now our only hope if Rene. Please, Please, come back soon! Please, Rene!
Slowly, from begin, I grab a small sharp rock. If it tries to kill me, I won't go down without a fight.
Closer. I breathed heavily. The clouds roar. The wind suddenly becomes chilly that it makes my feeling much worst than before. No birds chirped. All seems in a deep and unfathomable silence. I can hear how rugged I breathe, and the erratic throbbing on my chest. But on this moment, instead of Rene, why does I am hoping for him to come and save me..? This is stupid. It wasn't a book, where I am a damsel and Eligor would be a Knight to rescue me from this beast of a monster. I shouldn't have hope for. This is more than the reality I couldn't take. This is a tragedy that would come to an end if I wouldn't act. For me, for myself, and Callum. If no one can save us, perhaps, I can do something.
I hold my breathe. My grip tightened towards the rock. What was embedded on me were a fierce and strong wanton to put an end no matter how frail the chance would be.
Please... Hear me.
Another step, and it would have the chance to devour my head. I was preparing. If death sow and took me now, at least I know that I put forth a great deal to protect Callum. My eyes gaze to where he lies. Unconscious, and softly.
"Not everyone is cruel..." I whispered, although he wouldn't hear it. "I do, Callum. I do accept your existence - and I'll-" My eyes did not dismissed the creature at hand. "-I'll do means to shield you with my last breathe."
A ferocious growl. It leapt and so do I. Air in hand, the rocks pointed its edge towards the monster. When I felt all lost hope, then came the most loudest, and terrifying growl more than it can scream. I wanted to look to where he is. I heard footsteps. A lot of, twigs snapped with something that may be hard for it split. I Wanted to see him, but it's too late.
I am a human as what I say. With claw limbs reaching out, the monster take a good hit, sending me across, but it did not ends here. When I land, and an excruciating pain sends misery within me, I knew that it's too late. I cough, something thick foam on my mouth. Blood. I know that it is blood.
Cough. With hazy eyes, I can see the duelo from afar. The chasing. The exchange of strength. It's okay. It's all right, but I am slipping away.
"E..." Another cough. "E... Eligor."
Even in death, why do I keeps calling your name? And so the darkness came, and I was so on an unfathomable world far from those cruelty.
**
CRACK.
Reign watched as the broken glasses fell on the ground. The water splashes, spilt on the mat covered floor. His eyes drifted, and suddenly he could feel a foreboding omen right inside of him.
His teeth clenched. He gnawed his bottom lips as she can tell where does this fear is coming from.
“Emy...” The lost sister he seek.
And it was hard knowing that even up until today, he had nothing, no leads, even after his confrontation with Ethan.
The memories flashes inside his head.
The loud noise was left disregard, Reign was seated in front of him and not even a slightest fear he could feel. He knew—he wasn’t oblivious as he seems to what kind of creature Ethan was. Wolves. His thoughts filled by that words and he couldn’t feel more decipherment, eroded loathe as they are one of the reason why Emy had gone missing.
“Where is she?” He lowly asked, but his fist was itching already.
His blood was boiling, and he was trying to take control over to himself or he’ll really lost it.
“I don’t know.” The man meet his eyes.
Reign scowled at his response.
“Don’t pretend as if you don’t know where she was!” He sneered at him. “I know your smell, wolves.”
“And I know how your blood reeks too, hunters.” The latter bites back.
Funny how he came to know what Reign was, but it doesn’t matter. If he needed to squeeze everything from him just so he could tell where Emy was, he’ll do that. He’ll do everything just so he could bring back Emy, and the family that has been ruined because of her disappearance. They lay in shambles. And they are at the brink of losing themselves the way their mother lost hers. Her mourning they could hear. Her cries for the lost child, which she could not even save. But what power she hold?
What does Reign have even to rescue Emery from those being? But that doesn’t mean he will stop there.
“I am warning you.” He threatened him. “Just say the f**k up where did you bring my sister.”
“Well, if I know, you’ll be seeing me parading her, but I didn’t.” Ethan seems to be running out of his patience even. “Because she’s not here with me. You can raid my home, but you won’t find her, because I speak the truth.”
“How can I believe you?” Reign growled at him.
“Don’t you f*****g growled at me.” Because for wolves, it was a challenge, and as an Alpha, Ethan do not take it easily.
His domineering nature, where the thread was slowly thinning. He could tore his neck and forced submission from him, but he didn’t done any of those things...for Emy he won’t, no matter how tempted he was.
“It depends on you whether you’ll believe my words or not.” Said Ethan under his breathe.
The two are tense. Bry interfered, and put his hand on Reign’s shoulder.
“We needed to go.” The latter urge.
Reign did not budge. He looked at Ethan directly on his eyes. And coercively, Reign forced himself to look away, but the anger resonant is still boldly express combined with his frustrations.
“This won’t be the last.” He promised to him.
“I know.”
Right before he was pulled, he turned his back, but he knew that the encounter wouldn’t end there.
As he was bring back to the present, he rubs his temples before he fished out his phone from his pocket and dialled his number. His father.
When somebody picked up the call, he didn’t gave him a chance to speak, but ask.
“Any news about Emy?” He said, silently hoping that whatever sensation, which bottled him earlier was nothing. Wishing for Emery to be safe, unaware that the sister he was trying to find was definitely need him
As danger looms, a silent cry of help resonates.
@cycy
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