Halfway Through the Darkness

Chapter 00: The Great Massacre

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~Chapter 00: The Great Massacre~

THE SCREAMS OF PAIN WERE TOO MUCH FOR ME, the ripping of body parts were too much for me, and the thought that I would never see my brother again made my knees weak.

I have to find Simon.

I have to find Simon, were the only thoughts I could keep in my head to clock out the packs screams.

"Simon!" My yells were overpowered by many others, making it seem like I hadn't said anything at all.

I started running as I saw the Hunters, advancing towards the house in which I was hiding in. Running upstairs to my room, I slammed the door shut and pushed my old toy box up against the door, along with anything I could move. Concentrating I tried to focus onto my supernatural hearing abilities, in hope of locating any of my family's voices in the chaos. Instead I only found the screaming of wives and children being slaughtered.

I wasn't like the other supernatural children; I didn't have the same mind set to be a fighter. I wanted to be a nurse, but because I'm an Alphas Heir, it was frowned upon.

A loud gunshot rang through my ears, shattering my window, showering me in glass shards, slicing through my skin leaving warm blood to trickle down my arms.

"Lana!" I heard my name being called from the outside of my door, as it was flung open, sending my toy box across the room. Ruff hands grabbed my shoulders, as my face was pushed into the familiar neck of my brothers'. His cinnamon-woodsy smell calming my franticly beating heart.

Simon was one of my brothers. He was sixteen, unlike my older brother who was eighteen and had already stopped aging.

"I need to get you out of here. Lana are you listing to me, you need to get out of here!" His hands shook me slightly, as I stared up at him. Sighing he just lifted me up onto his sweaty back, "hold on tight, I can't have you slipping off and getting hurt."

I nodded franticly as he stood up, holding onto me tightly as he slowly descended from my broken window, onto the ground floor. I gripped tighter as an arrow skimmed past our heads. Burying myself deep within his shirt, I couldn't, I wouldn't watch.

It seemed like years until we reached the first floor, I slid of his back as we started creeping around the back of the house. Trying to keep out of sight of the ruthless hunters.

"There's two getting away!" An old man's voice boomed, when suddenly the air was filled with countless gunshots.

My brother, leaped in front of me, pulling me to his chest. Cradling me like a baby. As the impact of the bullets caused him to stumble from the power.

Gunshot after gunshot sounded as my brother slowly fell to the floor, me still held tightly in his arms.

Four.

Five.