Wild Wolves

Chapter 9 -Cursed child

This time I'm feeling like I'm shooting a Fast & Furious movie. I'm driving too fast like striking lightning, forgetting about the speed limit.

If I'm a 15-year -old girl who brave enough to drive without a license, I think I could survive getting three speeding tickets in the last 3 months, if it's going to happen.

I keep my foot on the pedal, bring some gas and looking at the speedometer. Good, one-hundred miles per hour, whatever.

The point is, I've been hunting by almost eight feet of unstoppable killer werewolves! Even a cop will jump three headlights when they are in my shoes.

The road was fine, better when I'm on the driveway, bumped on the washboard and a little traffic lights and I'm back into the fresh, greenish forest. Upon the mountain, out of the cloud bank, I see much as the situation has changed, the weather was not on my side. Thunder comes with a soft grumbling and there will be a rainstorm coming.

Shoot!

Lightning slicing the sky parted to three roots of lights, thunder rumbled. Droplets of rain started to wash the piece of earth, I wiped the windshield with wipers as the rain starts to get heavy, dropping like a tiny bomb.

The tires screeching smoothly every time I cross the puddles and the grass were soggy. I closed my foggy window as I couldn't look outside when God knows I'm not gonna happy to do so and tried so hard right at this moment to try not to think that they already on my trails, chasing my tails.

I kept my hand on the steering wheel, while my left hand held a good grip on my silvery sharp Nightshade sword that I just done unbuckled from the leather harness. Seatbelt on, and I increased the speed a little more.

But there's been unforeseen happening - My Practical-Sensible said that something's wrong. As I couldn't deny that I'm having a burst of intuition and instinct.

And they may be already on their way to take us down. I don't know if it's either came from my self-consciousness or it just my feelings toying with my head, but since it's not helping at all I'm just gonna leave it there.

Sometimes, you're the one who can decide to be ruled by heart or head. Still, choices are yours.

Then a shadow falling from a sky, like a nuclear launched and targeted me. It hit the front side of the car, hard. Bang! The metal clanging, cracked my windshield as my eyes scanned through broken glass.

A loud thump came out of nowhere as I could feel an extra weight dragging my car to move faster. It landed and crashed on my car, and it looked so black and dark that I barely see it, a devilish creature that been exiled from hell!

Except it was worst than the Devil himself...

I see behind my eyelids, red flaming eyes, gleaming white huge canine teeth and drooling saliva. It looked right at me, my heart pounding. Terror flashed behind my lens and the silent scream made my skin crawled.

It growled and snarled in a high pitch noise that popped your ears, it rang inside my skull. His wing-like hands had a powerful grip on both sides of my car.

I covered myself with an arm as the glass pieces shattered and hit me on the face. I'm still trying to control the unstable situation. My body twisted and rain splashed my clothes.

It stared at me angrily and I froze. Without any second to waste, I swung the Nightshade sword over him voluntarily, aimed it at the collarbone and sliced-broked it. His collarbone fractured and it screamed in agonizing pain.

Ouch! That's gonna burn a lot, I thought triumphantly, gave him a smirk. Red stinking blood splattered at the car and the rain washed most of the bursting blood off my car.

It let out a shriek. Scorching hot sweat vaporized outside my skin. It opened its big jugular mouth, long tongue and gums that sensing pulse. The male Wild Wolves in a human-wolf shape, and that's how it occurred to me to attack at the weak spot first.

A long snake of claws from the left hand barged into the naked windshield, tried to tear me. The Mustang screeching left, right, left and right lane every second. My muscle reflexes as I moved, crouching as hard as I could at the soggy wet leather seat.

I opened my seatbelt and my blood rushed in my artery as my heart beating. Swooshing claws flying in front of me and I need to be very careful to not let my face crunched.

Thunder rumbled as I felt the world spinning within me, the air particles almost move in slow motion as they collided with each other.

I slide to the left seat while keeping my hands on the steering wheel. I stabbed even deeper to the depth of the space hole at his collarbone, it might be buried in the lungs and cracked his spleen.

I pulled away, and the werewolves losing his grip, and I slide once again until it slashed and cut his left arm, his buried claws to the metal stayed while his body slipped off my car bonnet.

Only left the claws at the wing of the car and his body fell along the way under the bumper to the metallic engine. The reflection from the rearview mirror tells me that the body laid cold on the street, melting fur and the naked man was visible to be seen.

I held out a sigh of relief and secretly thanked myself after hours using every last drop of my survival instinct just to keep me safe. I steadied myself a little, swallowed a gulp. That's was close...

A gush of fire and smoke hit me, my lungs coughed up a suffocating gas and I gasped for air. I bumped on the corner but my nose stuck in the airways of that smell. It's was awful. Passed a couple of trees on the way and another turn as I keep my foot on the accelerator.

A massive explosion and fire blazing at the top of the wooden roof that even the rain couldn't help it. A tiny little shining smile from the yellow monsters that eaten up and destroyed everything including the furniture. Raymond, Ace, Daniel!

The scream died at my throat as I felt a huge stabbing pain in my chest as I ducked myself and put a hand on my aching heart. Gallons of tears mixed with salt bursting from the wall of my eyes. I sobbed in disbelief. I'm not blind and certainly not mad either. The house about to collapse. No! No! No!

It can't happen like this, they must be alive or trapped inside the burning house. My knees fell and sank in the mud, it smeared a bit on my jeans and clothes. Reluctantly, I just kneeled there. Everything that breathed near me got hurt or dead, destroyed or gone. Who am I? Is that who I am? A killer?

You're a cursed child, Lydia, it hit me in a bolt of thunder or a force of the bullet.

There's no one won't get hurt when they got closed to you, because you're a disease, you're bad luck, you're deadly. Do you get it? No one could look at the real you except at the time when you're so threatening...

It echoed, for a while.

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