Lost

The Journey: Revenge

I was running. Making my legs carry me faster, hearing their shouts behind me. I pushed my new body faster, flying through the trees, she was right behind me, but who was she? I wanted to stop and look but I couldn't, my body kept taking me faster and faster, fleeing the sounds coming from behind. I heard a scream; I skidded to a halt, turning to see her familiar body falling to the ground. A dart had lodged itself in her neck as I head the yells getting closer. I picked up her limp body, and started to run again, I tried to go faster but my legs wouldn't respond. Suddenly the ground dropped from underneath me and we were falling.

I woke with a start, the dream lingered in my thoughts. What did it mean? I rubbed my eyes, yawning as I looked over to Vera's side of the bed. She was gone; I panicked for a moment before spotting the note on the bedside table. I picked it up, reading its content,

Blake,

I went out hunting, will be home soon. Do not leave the house,

Vera

I rolled my eyes, was she really telling me not to leave the house? I sighed, walking over towards the walk in closet. I had never been in there, opening the door; I fumbled for the light switch before finding it and turning it on. I gazed at the shelves of clothes, hoping to find something I could wear. I rummaged through three drawers, before my hand hit something hard. Pulling out a small black box, I looked at it. It was a small and leather with a latch on one side; curiosity got the better of me as I opened it. A small pendant was inside that I recognized instantly. It was my fathers; I flung the box out of my hand, watching as it slid along the floor. I half ran, half walked out of the room as tears poured down my cheeks, memories of my last day with them flashed before my eyes. I dropped down against the far wall, resting my head against my knees, shutting my eyes.

I was back in my room, lying on my bed looking up at the roof, listening to my parents fighting once again. I knew what would be coming, my mother would leave again and my father would come and beat me, saying it was my fault. I heard the old screen door slam, and watched my mother storm down the street. I flew up as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I ran for my closet, hiding there silently backing towards the invisible door, which only I knew was there. I reached it just as my father reached my room. I slipped behind it, praying to any god that he didn't hear it shut. I heard him rummaging around my room, looking for me. Hearing him call my name just made my fear grow, he approached the closet and I peeked through the tiny hole that had formed in the door. Suddenly the doors flew open and I flinched, even though I knew he couldn't see me. I crawled backwards. Hiding my head in my knee's letting my long black hair fall over my eyes. I didn't know why they hated me, what I had ever done for them to beat me so constantly. I was one of our village's best fighters and yet I never went against my parents, I never fought back. They used to tell me I was a mistake, now they just told me I slowed them down, that I would get them killed.

After sitting there for hours, I finally got the courage to come out. I walked down the stairs to see my mum, blood dripping down her arm. They stopped their conversation when I walked in, getting up and walking over to me.

"You useless oaf" my dad started, coming at me, hands balled into fists. I was terrified, I hadn't done anything. He seemed to see the fear and confusion in my eyes,

"You don't even know what you did," he laughed to himself, his face appalled as he pushed me to the floor. I looked at him, not wanting to show fear but knowing my face deceived me. He laughed, spitting in my face, "If you had gone into town instead of your mother, she wouldn't have been stabbed." I looked shocked, my mother had been stabbed, I looked up at her. Her arm bandaged now, her face furious. She was coming at me as well.

"You slow us down, you mistake." I didn't know why they hated me; I didn't do anything to them. I trained as a fighter my whole life, for them. She glared at me more as I backed away from their approach.

"They are coming, not even 24 hours away. You are going to be our death," my father said, pulling out a knife and handing it to my mum. She walked towards me faster; I pleaded to her with my eyes as she grabbed my arms,

"Please," I pleaded, "NO!" was all I got out before she slashed the knife down my arm, following the vein from my elbow to my wrist.

"I want you dead, you disgraceful thing." She told me before slashing my other arm. I tried to fight back, biting her hand. She went to slap me away, but with the knife in her hand she slashed open my forehead. I screamed in pain, letting out the tears and yelps, which I had been holding in. She laughed, dropping the knife and walking away from my bleeding body. Black spots clouded my vision as I lay there dying.

I got pulled back from my memories by a tapping on my shoulder, looking up through tear drenched eyes to see Veras forest greens towering over me. I lowered my head, ashamed, wiping the tears away from my eyes, hoping she hadn't seen them. Tears were a weakness, a weakness that I couldn't be seen to have. I felt her sit down beside me, her hand gently rubbed my back and tingles followed it as it went. These tingles worried me and she seemed to see it cross my face.

"What's wrong?" she asked soothingly. I met her questioning gaze, sighing.

"I was just remembering my parents, after finding the pendant in that closet." I motioned my head towards the room I had run out of. Questions ran through my head, but one stood out more than the others. "How did you get that anyway?" I asked her, looking at her beautiful face for answers. She sighed looking over at me; she was so close I could almost feel her breath on my face.

"I didn't get it. It was here when we got here." I looked at her, wondering how my father's pendant could have gotten to this cottage.

"Why would it be here then?" I asked, my eyes watching every emotion that played across her face. She opened her mouth to speak but something interrupted her. I heard the front door opening and low voices coming into the house. Vera jumped up, pulling me up with her, she made her way towards the bedroom door, keeping me shielded behind her. We peeked through and a low gasp came out of my mouth, my eyes widening. Standing in the living room were my parents. I ducked out from behind Vera, flinging the door open.

"YOU!" I screeched, lunging at my mother and punching her in the face. The look on her face let me know that she didn't even know what hit her. I turned to see my fathers shocked expression. I heard my mother whimper and I turned around, seeing blood dripping from her nose. Her eyes widened as she took in my new appearance.

"You're meant to be dead." She said her eyes wide with fear. I looked like a perfect and I knew how to fight like one. I heard my dad grunt; I quickly turned around to see him flying at me with a knife in hand. Vera jumped on him before I knew what happened, flinging my father to the ground in one easy hit. He was unconscious, which I was pleased about. Rage engulfed my body as I glared furiously down at my mother. White clouded my vision as I bent down to her, knife in my hand.

"How are you alive?" she asked to herself more than anything. I laughed at her, seeing her look back up at me, terror washed over her face as she saw my face. I caught my reflection my eyes, my eyes blazing, terrifying. I didn't care, she tried to kill me. She had beaten me and tortured me my whole life, she deserved this. I heard Vera come up next to me, her arm on my shoulder, tingles erupting down my arm.

"You don't want to do this," she said in that soft velvet tone of hers, trying to calm me down. I pinned my mother down harder, rage clouded my mind, I knew I had to do this.

"Vera," I hissed through my teeth, "leave." Her eyes widened with shock, before she tried to plead with me once more. Trying to calm me down, "GO!" I screamed, not wanting her to suffer. She got up and walked out of the room. We were alone. I glared down at my mother, her face filled with fear as I gazed down at her, a smile dancing its way across my lips. I looked like a monster; I felt like a monster, I knew in that moment, I was a monster. But I didn't care, this woman was the monster, a monster that needed to pay. I lowered my knife towards her elbow, to the same place where she had cut me.