Hydra's Hound

Intro

I walked around the hall laughing with my best friend, our arms linked together
"Seriously Ember, how can you not like it? It's tradition" Betty aid smiling at me as we walked
"Because, Betts, they're stupid and so not real. How on earth can a cloak protect you? Let alone from supernatural" I laughed at the whole idea of a cloak being able to fend off a supernatural creature
"Well isn't this whole Egyptian remembrance thing stupid then?" She countered
"Yes, yes it is. But it is also historical to the country and their beliefs, so we dabble" i wolves proud of myself

Betty just laughed at me and shook her head

"Whatever you say Em. Hey look it's starting let's take our stalls" Betty pointed to the crowds sitting at the stage as the lights dimmed
"Good luck" we whispered to each other and went to our own assigned seats by our projects

I smiled at my four year adoptive mum who sat beside me and turned my attention back to the stage as the curtains opened revealing a man.
Unconsciously I studied his appearance taking in every detail as if my life depended on it. It's something I've always done when I saw new people, I studied them in a single bat of my eyes

Blonde hair. Brown eyes. White skin without a blemish or dot in sight. Tall probably 6-foot. Strong seeing the slight bulge in muscle. Boots could contain a small gun or dagger
I shook my head and paid attention

"Welcome students to this year's Remembrance Day, this year we are thanking and remembering Ancient Egypt. I am Mr. Daniel Collins." The man said and the crowd of teenagers and parents clapped he had an English accent, but I could hear a German undertone
I joined them and clapped
"Now myself and the other judges have inspected all the projects on display today, and might I say you have all done a splendid job. Personally my favourite would be the presentation on Anubis as you can probably tell by my accent I am from England and we have our own myth of a black dog who represents the omen of death. Anyway back to the topic at hand" he said
I droned out what he was saying not really caring at the minute, I just want to know who won so I can go home and finish my paintings.

Yeah I like to do art, and read, but mainly art.
Mum says I have a gift for it, seeing as all my pieces are so realistic and funnily enough all based in the past.
I'm not sure how I even come up with them, I just get random ideas at night. Sorta like images in my head of places or people.

"Would anybody have one?" I heard the man on the stage ask
I looked around trying to figure out what he wanted when I saw Betty stand up and show off her purple cloak
"Ah that's lovely Ms....?" The man asked
"Betty. Betty Green" Betty beamed
"Ms Green, thank you." He nodded
"Now as you can see the cloak is an exact replica of the cloaks the Egyptians and many other cultures wore to fend off any evil spirits. But the one spirit they all had in common is known as the Hellhound. A black dog with bright orange eye and is often depicted in folklore as on fire" the man chuckled to himself
"Yes yes. Now Ms green would you mind lifting your cloak and showing us all your right arm just at the inner elbow please?" The man asked
I watched confused as my best friend turned around showing the crowd her blank inner elbow. I looked to Mum to see if she knew what was happening, but she hasn't a clue either.
"See how young Ms.Green's skin is bare, well that is an indicator that she is NOT a hellhound. A hellhound would have a mark in the shape of a tiny flame" he told the crowd

My eyes widen, I had a mark just like that. I always thought it was more of a blob than a flame though, probably just coincidence

I zoned out again, thinking of all the details I want to put into my paintings when a painful and ear splitting scream broke my daze. People we're running around screaming in terror.
I looked to my right and mum was being held against the wall by Mr.Collins
Fear gripped my body, holding me in shock.
I saw my mother screaming in agony as the man slit and stabbed at her wrists
Something in me snapped and I jumped onto the mans back and began to grab at his arms pulling him from the woman
"Leave my mum alone!" I screamed at him he let go of her and instead began to stab at my hands.

I just about saw my mum run away. As she shouted "freak"

Great, imma die alone

The man kept stabbing and scratching my arms. I saw him stop for the briefest of seconds to take in the flame on my arm
"Ah Hullenhand, ve meet at last" he grinned at me
"I dont know who you are. Or what you want. But you can leave my family alone" I said coldly in a voice that wasn't my own.
I shook my head, flicking my black hair over my shoulder. My green eyes staring at him with such intensity
"Now now miss. Ve only vant you" he grinned still and stabbed me in the chest
I suddenly had no control over my body at all, like I was being pushed out of myself

My eyes turned bright orange, and flames licked their way up my body, burning the hands of the fake English man who was touching me
Memories of who I was crashing back into my head. I'm the Hellhound, and I've been adopted again thanks to a fall off a boat

"Dat is dhe Hullenhand" he grinned and stabbed something into my neck
I fell to the ground and could only see the rest of my peers running away before blackness took over