Vision (Original)

Chapter 12

"My sister has gone missing." He told me. 

"Kayla?" I asked, shocked. "When?"

"I don't know. I was just wondering if you'd seen anything." He elaborated. 

"Seen anything?" I asked, confused. Why would I have seen her- oh. "Oh." I said,  "Er, it doesn't really um, work that way."

"Can you not... look for her? See her... future?" He asked again. The way he said 'future' made me cringe, it disgusted him. 

"I don't... I've never tried to have a vision before. And I wouldn't want to, either." I told him in a quiet voice. 

"You don't want her to be safe." He said, turning away with a blank expression. 

"What? No!" I exclaimed, "Every vision I've ever had has been full of death, and death alone. You should hope that I don't see her."

We didn't speak after that, though it felt like there was something more to be said. 

The rest of the journey was completely silent, aside from him telling me "The doctor is waiting for you.", right as we were getting out of the car. 

True to his words, the doctor was there immediately. He tried to lend me a hand with walking, not that I needed it, I couldn't feel any pain, however his hand made contact with my skin for not even a second because the moment he touched me Liam sent out a growl that had the poor doctor cowering back and profusely apologising. 

It didn't exactly matter, but what if I was seriously injured and unable to walk? He wouldn't even come near me. I'd probably just collapse on the floor and die, or something. 

So instead, I followed the doctor into his office, and sat down obediently on the table. 

"Alpha Sutton, I apologise but she's going to have to lift up her shirt, and I'll need to be able to touch the wound." The doctor told Liam, his voice shaking ever so slightly. 

Liam nodded his consent, and I raised the hem of my shirt, which had been given to me in the car.

I hadn't looked down myself, but I could see the doctor's clear confusion, and looking at Liam, I saw that his face had paled, and his eyes were glued to my stomach. 

I turned away from him, not wanting to see the way he looked at me. I knew what he was looking at, the word 'freak' written across my skin. Funny how he never seemed to look at me the way I wanted him to. 

"I don't..." The doctor mumbled.

"It's bad isn't it?" I asked, "Am I going to die?" 

"No... No of course not. I just... I can't believe it! Impossible." He said, almost to himself. 

"What?" I asked, taken aback. Slowly I looked down at my stomach. 

There was no wound. Or was there?

Slowly I reached a hand down and touched the spot where I had been stabbed. There was a slight resistance there... almost like a well-healed wound... 

But... how was that possible? It had been a silver knife. 

Wolves healed fast, but silver always scared.

Always. 

"I can't be certain but... I thought it were impossible. It's healed as though you were stabbed with a regular knife." He said.

"It was silver." I told him.

He nodded, "Yes... Has silver hurt you before?"

I nodded and touched the scarred word along my stomach. "Everything they used on me when they were torturing me was silver."

"I wouldn't have thought it possible." The doctor let out an almost maddening giggle. "To think of the possibilities!"

"I don't understand."

"If I am not mistaken... it seems that you have developed some sort of immunity to silver." He told me, grinning widely. "I'll need to take a blood sample to be sure... but this is just incredible."

"What does this mean?" Liam finally spoke. 

"It means that she's practically invincible." The doctor laughed, "To be immune to the only true weakness of our kind... Magical."

How is any of this fair?

You might think it incredible, to be immune to our biggest weakness. But why me? Why not the thousands of other wolves that I have watched be murdered using silver?

I didn't look when the doctor took a sample of my blood, I didn't reply to his goodbye when Liam led me out of the room. 

Something was wrong.

I could feel it instinctively, before it happened. 

This was no regular vision, that I understood, even before I saw it. 

I was stood in an open field of some sort, where  10 cowering children stood, legs shaking, their hands bound tightly behind them. Each of them were being held up by an adult woof, a knife to their throat. 

I watched in agony as the first throat was cut. Blood spurted out like a fountain, covering the other wolves in the liquid. 

"Charlotte." A voice said, clear as day.

I turned to my right, another wolf, a male, stood in front of the young wolves, I assumed he was the leader of all of this. It was he who had spoken my name.

How did he know?

And then the next throat was slit. 

I winced, though like usual, I couldn't turn away. 

"You must come to us, Charlotte." He said, in a cold voice. 

Another throat, another scream died out. 

"Or more deaths will follow."

Another dead. 

"We do not wish to harm you, Charlotte."

Another body fell to the floor. 

"We have wolves stationed outside the north of your pack."

This time there was a disgusting, wet, gurgling sound as the next throat was slit.

"Find them, and they will take you to us."

I watched as fresh blood spewed out across the grass in front of me along with the next dead.

"Tell no one."

Another child dead.

"Or there will be repercussions." 

Another body hit the ground, blood oozing out.

"Every day that you do not arrive, we will kill 10 more children."

The last body hit the dirt with a thud, and all the screaming had stopped.

"I will see you soon, Charlotte." The male said, in a disgustingly calm tone.  

When my eyes opened, I found myself laying on the ground, Liam's hand was touching me, but the moment he saw I was awake again, he released me and kept walking. 

I stared at him as he walked away. 

I was shocked that these people had found a way to contact me through my visions. I was shocked that they knew about it. 

There was no doubt that I would go to find these people outside of the territory. No doubt that I would  continue to let any more deaths be on my hands. 

Liam was upset with me, that much was true. I would try to make things right again, before I left.

If I had time. 

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Sorry it's so late! I completely underestimated the amount of work I had to do for my exams, and I just don't have enough time to write. 

Hopefully I can find some