Tales of a Shifter (P5) The White Mountain

Chapter 68 - Chicken

Chapter 68 – Chicken

Sister Ann was standing in a barren observation room, on the other side of the room that currently contained the Abomination and his Lover. The Mates slated to be torn apart by death and decree of the Grand Master himself.

She didn't know why she was there. She was a whole day early, but she had found sleep sickeningly elusive the last few nights.

She didn't understand what she was looking for in this room with two beasts. It was just a tragic farce of love. Beasts couldn't be able to feel what she had felt.

But the words of the Lion had chased her from Eric's room.

God! How long will it be before I am able to remember that it is 'Eric's room' no longer!?

Once more she had ran, yes ran, from the dead Alchemists room.

Still nothing was cleaned away. None of his tuff had been removed. She had to face that she had a serious problem. But if you asked her to name it, or describe it she had no other name for it except for furious loss.

The old coffee still spilled upon the floor, mixed with the ink, and decimated papers she had scattered in her rage and grief. And somehow she had found her way to this room. She was a day early, tomorrow she was to gather the Abomination and take him to the Sanctum, but today...she had no reason to be here.

She knew that perhaps she had run from more than her memory of Eric this day.

She had run from the rage and frustration she felt towards Hovel...and the Bane. Towards the Brother Hood as a whole. Towards herself. She knew something was terribly wrong with her inside.

She didn't know what to do with herself any more.

In the last two days David had returned and Ann had been aware of a large group of the Brothers and Sisters who liked to stalk her around the Base as of late. The numbers changed, but the faces did not. They were corralling her. Getting ready for the finally strike. David seemed to no longer want to challenge her alone. He wanted to take her down viciously. He wanted to wipe her away. And he had the numbers to do it.

David also had no left ear, and a horrible scar braiding up the back of his skull, that had left him disfigured and gave her pleasure to gaze upon every time she caught him glaring at her across the room.

Ann knew that the only thing holding many of them back was the fear of just how many Brothers and Sisters would die by her hand before they could take her life and her Mantle. But soon the fear would die...and so would she.

But negating the Games being played against her. She found her duties as Second utterly uninspired. Spending all of her days, allocating resources around the base, listening to the needs of the Council members...and drowning beneath requests for audiences with Hovel that she constantly had to deny.

She found the tediousness of her days....fury inducing...because none of it was enough. None of it was enough to free her from the way she was feeling. The face that haunted her. The fact that every day and hour that passed, was another hour that Hovel had left Eric's death with out any Rites.

She wasn't confused, or sad, or lost....she was just mad as hell. And the rage made her question, made her fantasize....made her hate everything, every one, and every part of where she was.

Somehow she had found her way here...watching the Lovers within. Looking for something to calm her lost spirit.

She came upon them as they were sleep.

She remembered how the sight of the boy, crying and in pain had unsettled her greatly when she had first seen him nearly a week ago. She recalled how she had been utterly unprepared for the feral outburst of rage and skill he had released up Eric.