Sweetly Insane

Chapter Three: Snapped

Warning: Graphic Violence depicted.
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*Flashback*

"Alexa, run!" Her mother screamed, holding off a large horde of rogue lycans somewhere in a forest in rural France. Her mother shot another distress signal from her hands, desperately trying to contact the Citadel for assistance on this apparent suicide mission. Alexa held her mother's hand firmly in her own as the two of them ran, their eyes scanning their surroundings for Alexa's father. The Citadel had sent them on a skirmish to take care of a small pack of lycans that's been terrorizing the locals. What they hadn't anticipated was coming face to face with more than 30 of the disgusting beasts.

"Mother, why aren't they coming?!" Alexa tried staying calm, but the hysteria engulfed her mind as she glanced back, seeing the lycans right behind them. Her mother suddenly pulled her harshly to the ground, diving into a ditch in an attempt to hide.

"Alexa," her mother grabbed her by her shoulders, forcing her attention away from the snarling and growling, "you, you need to run! Your father-" her mother's words trailed off into nothing, eyes widening as she looked at something behind young Alexa. She turned to see what her mother was looking at, but was quickly pulled into a tight embrace. Her mother pressed her face into her chest, keeping her from seeing something truly horrifying.

"Michael! NO!" Her mother screamed. She felt her mother's body shake as she sobbed, her screaming voice vibrating against her ear. What she heard next would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life - her father's screams of pain and the sound of bones snapping and flesh ripping. And suddenly, total silence. As if her brain tried to stop her from  hearing any more, everything sounded like she was under water, muffled and faint. She didn't want to open her eyes, feeling a hot, thick liquid splash across her face. She felt her mother's strong grip on her loosen, feeling her arms fall from her shoulders. Her mother's body went limp, making Alexa hold her up so she won't fall down. She was too young to keep her mother standing, so she went down on her knees and held her mother in her arms. She slowly opened her eyes.

Wave upon wave of intense fire erupted from her body, seeing her mother's headless torso in her arms. She didn't hear herself screaming, dropping her mother's body and backing up. She screamed hysterically as she gripped her head with both her hands, not even aware of the lycans burning to death around her. In fact, everything was burning, set alight by the dangerous, purple tinted fire erupting from Alexa.

She couldn't remember much after that, the shock and fear too much for the young witch to handle. She collapsed to the ground, lying down in the fetal position and covered her head with her arms. The next thing she remembers was seeing Angelique's face and then, which she welcomed eagerly, complete darkness.

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As fast as his legs could carry him, Ruan ran in the direction of the huge plumes of black smoke erupting from the Citadel. The same words kept running through his mind: I never should have let her go alone. Up ahead he saw the guards struggle to break down the doors. Her ran towards them, his white dreadlocks bouncing behind him as he sprinted.

"MOVE!" He screamed, watching as the guards quickly move out of his way as he charged full speed into the heavy steel doors. He hit the doors with his shoulder, suddenly grateful for being a large and tall man. But the doors didn't budge, only cracked slightly. He panicked, hearing screaming coming from inside.

"Alexa!" He yelled, running into the doors with another forceful slam with his shoulder. He managed to break the doors completely off their hinges. What he saw next shocked him to the core, never did he ever think Alexa would be capable of this.