Glory

left in Ruins

        "Lydia!" I called out, the screams continued through out the whole house, most of the people started running and screaming, crashing into people and things. I pulled a throwing blade out of my belt. "Lydia!" I called again. Liam grabbed my arm, "Lets find Scott, he'll know where she is." I nodded and followed him out of the living room. The scream erupted again and the wall shattered, sending white debris and drywall all over Liam and I, knocking us over in a tumble. I turned my head to look at the hole in the wall, a tall brooding figure had taken up the whole space, it wore and animal skull like a face. "Berserker!! " liam screamed. "Run!" I threw the drywall off of my sore body. I gripped my knife and followed Liam out of the foyer. We rounded the corner and hid behind the wall. "What is that." I whispered. "A berserker. You do not want to get into a fight with that thing." he said.         Growling was approaching us slowing along with large thumping causing everything to shake. "Well we have to do something. " I said. Pulling off my heel boots, I pulled out my phone and called Chris.
        Hello he said. "Chris! Berserkers are at the party. I think their killing people! " I hollard into the phone. The wall above us exploded. I let out a scream. Hold tight! I'm coming! That was the last I heard before I was slammed into a wall. I hit the ground hard, "Cas!" I heard Liam scream for me. The Berserker over Liam's body, heaving the mace over him, Liam just narrowly escaped. I gripped the knives and heaved myself to my feet. Something inside of me was bubbling over with rage. I've only felt this way once, it was consuming. It felt like a fire inside of me. Complete rage. I started running, towards the berserker. My body fast and agiel.
         My knife nicked the chest plate, giving a loud sound. I twirled swiping again. The berserker yelled out swinging his mace at me, I tucked and rolled into the kitchen. The berserker followed me without question. I hoped over the counter and struck again, aiming for the skull on its face. It was a battle of back and forth, id swing and it would return suit. The mase ran over my head as I ducked and smashed the cabinets to shards, the china shattered with it, raining white glass, the mase came down hard on the marble counted, splitting it in half; sending me flying over to the other side of the kitchen. I tuck and rolled to the fridge, running and ducking from the blows, I had lost my knife so I ducked behind the liquor bar they had in the corner of the kitchen connecting to the dinning area. I leaned my back again the cool wood, sweat and blood matted my body making me slick. I pulled out my last two knives fro the holster and too a deep breath. My chest was tight with anxiety, waiting like a sitting duck. The beasts foot steps were heavy against the laminate floor, then it was still. I held my breath, fear and rage were coursing me like a wild fire. The liquor imploded next to my head sending wood splinters and glass into my body. The berserker grabbed me by my arm, I let out a yelp and was tossed over the bar. I hit the ground hard, all the air was shoved from my chest. I gasped clawing at the floor, everything was on fire with out air. I saw the berserker round the corner and swing down, pushing whatever I had left in me, I moved to my left, I could feel the mase smack the area I was once in, along with some of my hair. With a little bit of air in me I jumped back up and ran to him, feeling all to brave. I kept swinging. The mace knocked my hip, sending me over the island. It crawled under the marble furniture and slipped between its legs, swiping at both of his calf's. I felt something warm over my hands, blood. I got it! A louder ruckus took over the other half of the house. Causing me to lose focus.       
         The beast took advantage.
        The mace was coming closer. I dodged and ducked, running into the dinning room. Scott and Malia were back to back in combat with another berserker. I ran to them. "Scott! Where's Lydia!" I said. Ducking the mace. "Stiles took her. I think she's safe!" he replied. Malia howled. I turned to see her face morphed into a beast, her eyes illuminated blue and her hands were daggers, her claws. Scott looked the same, but with red eyes and large fangs. I gripped the knife harder, using my strength to drive it into his skin. His leg was still bloody. "Go for the legs!" I screamed, Malis took my advice catching skin. I tried channeling all that I had, using an old technique to pull the strength through. But it wasn't enough; I was heaved through the French doors, glass dug into my arms and bare legs, the dress was tearing over my torso. There was a faint taste of metallic on my tongue. Blood. I way laying on the concrete deck, the beast was swingging his mase like a toy in the air, playing with me. It hit the area arounf my feet, I jerked my body up and hoped around, a face in the window of the boat house caught my eye, it was lydias face in complete terror. The mase hit the ground in front of me, momentarily knocking me on my butt. I had to get the beast away from Lydia and Stiles. I countinued to bouce around dodging and perrieing all its moves and monuvered all of them,drawing the beast towards the house. A loud howl shook my whole body, like I was on vibration. Everything in my body went full power, my skin and my bones jumped and expanded. I didn't even feel as if I was me. I was something else. My chest pulled and snapped. Rage. Complete rage. Scott. I pulled myself up off the ground and ran back inside.
        Scott went across the room, I ducked a mace and ran to his aid, the large club was coming down on us fast and hard, a flash of silver ran through the air, the club was cut in half. Kira. I let out the air I had been holding. But she couldn't stop the other beast. Kira was tossed like a rag doll. The berserker let out a loud howl, Scott and Malia were bleeding heavily, breathing hard and heavy, Scott was crumpled on the ground. Along with Kira
        I got up picking up Kira's Katanga. I used my momentum and shoved my foot against its groin, the beast jerked back, with that advantage, I used the Katanga and shoved the blade under the chest plate and ripped it off, rage had completely consumed me. The cut at the beasts legs and chest till it was on its knees. I dipped and flipped over his shoulders, using my arm to wrap around its neck; jerking upward. I tore the blade over the beasts exposed throat. The black blood sprayed over me and the wall. The beast fell into a heap with a loud thud. I began to shake, I don't know if it was from fear. The berserker was stained black, turning the white carpet into a dark pool. The body of the creature looked as of it was shriving, leaking out more of the tar.
        "The other one took off." Malia said, coming over to me to take the blade out of my shaky grasp. But I jerked away. "Does this always happen?! Tell me what that was!" I yelled. Liam, Lydia and Stiles ran into the room. Lydia gasped at the sight. "Well!" I said again. "That was a Berserker." Scott said. "I already knew that. What was it doing here. What does it want." I said. Malia made a grab for me again. I dropped the Katanga and pulled out my dagger and put it against her chest. "Back up. Stay away from me." I hissed. "please." I whispered, pleading. Malias eyes flashed with something unknown and backed away. "They are Kate's pets. " Scott said again. Scott had picked himself up and Kira with him. "Who's Kate?" I asked. "Your Aunt." another voice joined. It was Chris.

"Aunt Kate?! How is that possible." I said. "Its just as possible as you killing a berserker. Rare." Chris replied. "I thought she died, we got the message when it happened." I said. "Well, their was a complication, she didn't die." said someone else. I turned to see a tall and strong build man with short brown hair and a sarcastic voice. "Who are you.?" I asked. "That's Peter Hale." Malia said. Peter Hale. I remembered his face. "You son of a bitch!" I threw my knife at him, striking him in the shoulder. Peter Hale killed Victoria, and Kate. I've heard of the Hales, nothing good.
        Chris grabbed me and pulled me away. "She quite the sportsmen. " he said with a grunt. "Actually I missed." I hissed at him.
Peter looked at the shriveled mess on the ground. "You killed one? Quite impressive. " I glared at him.
        "I think we should leave." Lydia said. "I have a feeling this is just the beginning. " she said. I jerked away from Chris and walked over to Lydia. "What is it?" I asked. She looked at me like a deer in headlights. "Why did you scream?" "I didn't scream. Well not before it happened." she said. "I didn't hear a scream before the shit hit the fan." Stiles said. "Neither did I. " Malia said. "Well I heard something. That how I knew." I said. "Alright everyone, let's get everyone home. I'll call the sheriff." Chris said. He grabbed my arm and led me out of the ruined house.