From Fantasy to Reality (on hold)

chapter 11: Grateful for Death

It was a dark and gloomy Sunday afternoon in November. Rain began to pour making the ground soggy. The mood of the mourners was much like the day itself. As the family and friends of my mother, Michelle, gathered around her coffin the preacher began with a prayer. I bowed my head and tried to listen to the words that solemnly flowed out of the preachers mouth. My efforts that I put towards the preachers words epically failed. I began to think about my mother and all the good times we had shared. I chose a past conversation from only few days ago.
We were in her room a few days before her death. My mother went from a bright and bouncy blonde to a gauntly faced, sagged eyes, and extremely thin hair. She looked ragged. I knew her days were going to be over soon. I had entered her room and sat at the foot of her queen sized bed. My mother looked up and half smiled. "Hello sweetheart." She croaked. I bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek as if I was afraid if I touched her in the wrong way she would burst into dust, and truly I was. "Hey mom," I sighed, "mom, can I talk to you?" she patted the spot next to her egging me to come closer but I resisted. "Anything sweetheart."
"Well I kind of have a new boyfriend."
Her eyes lit up chasing the gaunt face away. "Oh really? What's his name, what's he look like, how does he treat you, what color are his eyes."
I laughed, even in her current state she was still curious. "His name is Ethan, he's tall and has black hair, he's sweet and caring, he is very gentle, and he is protective. And believe it or not his eyes are cyan."
"I'm happy for you." She smiled and she fell back asleep. It seemed these days her energy was constantly low. She could be up and hour and back asleep right after. It broke my heart knowing the pain she had to be in.
When my mind came back to focus I heard the preacher talking about how terrible it was to have such a precious life taken away from us. I didn't want to hear it so I oh so warmly let my mind drift back off to the past. These past few weeks have been hell. I was captured and tortured, my mother died, and Heaven knows what else will happen. Finally the preacher finished talking and everyone began to say their goodbyes starting with me. I dragged my feet up the stairs where I stood staring at my mother's lifeless body. Her body looked just as treacherous as it did a few days ago. William came up behind me and whispered in my ear, "You should say goodbye. She would want that." Without turning my head I whispered back, "I can't say goodbye and I won't." I turned back and sat in my seat. I watched friends and family reach the coffin, bow their head in prayers, and return. Most did not return to their seats straight away. They came to me and began to talk. They talked and talked, continuing on and on about memories they had of my mom. It began to crush me. Their condolences were unwelcomed. As soon as I had a chance to I walked away from the crowd but still they followed. Eventually I fell to my knees screaming. William and Ethan came to comfort me. I allowed them to for a second or two just so I wouldn't lose my sanity. But like everyone else it crushed me. I was fed up with this. It was so unfair. All these people felt the same basic feeling as I did, broken. They too had lost someone close to them, to my grandparents, they lost a daughter. To my aunt and uncle, a sister. But no one and I mean no one knows what it feels like to lose a mother like this. They all believe it was stage four cancer that took her life. Still with William and Ethan's comfort I was still empty. I couldn't take it anymore. I broke free from their grips and raced into the woods that was neighboring the ceremony. The world is so cold I thought. I ran deep into the woods. Deep enough where I couldn't see or hear the ceremony being held. So I could forget. i eventually came up on a clearing in the middle of the forest. It had a small pond, bushes, and a log. I walked up to the pond and fell to my knees. I stared at the water to see my reflection. My hair had twigs and leaves threaded into it. I had a small cut on my left cheek bone where a branch had scratched me. My shirt had been slightly torn near the middle. A stick snapped to my right. I rotated my head towards the alerting sound. A deer stood staring at me his ears were standing tall. A small click and an arrow lodged itself in the backside of the animal which sent it running. I quickly turned my head to the cruel culprit.
A group of seven stood before me. I recognized them all from school. I only knew the name of two. Tiffany Godwells and Christian Lilack. Both of which were in my six period gym class. "Well, well look who it is." Christian chuckled sinisterly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked
Tiffany whispered to Christian that I couldn't hear. He laughed in a roar clasping his hands together. "looks like your friends have been careless about informing you," He chuckled again, "We can help with that." He took a few steps towards me. Cautious about him now I stood and took two steps back.
"First lesson of ruling, we are the Bloodpaw pack. We are known for our extermination of mortals who hold our secret. Reason of being is we can't take a chance of the tattling,
"Well Christian there is no reason to hurt me I'm not a mortal anymore. I've been administrated the WWTV." I explained stuttering
Christian sarcastically clapped his hands together. "Well, well looks like GreyFlame has taught you something. Oh and my name is Gash, but down to business we're not here to kill you because you you're a mortal, which is now proven that you're not. We're here to kill you because of what might be fate." He began to walk forward as his body began to deform. His face elongated, and his back arched, his hands and feet turned into paws a tail sprang from his backside and his body developed fur. His eyes turned from a gorgeous blue into a violent red. He wasn't human any more. We was a wolf. It was the first time I've seen a werewolf in the wolf form. Even though I've tried to see William in his but he had always been to quick.
Christian who from now on I will Gash, if I survived. Gash flicked his tail and the others followed in his footsteps. Changing from human to wolves. Their sizes and fur varied. Most of them had grey fur, one had blonde, one was brindle, and Tiffany was the odd ball of the group. She had black fur. Though they were all different they all had one thing in common. They all had blood red eyes. They began to surround me. All but Gash formed a circle around me. Gash was in the circle with me. He snapped his teeth at me. He backed me to a tree. He was much bigger than me in his wolf form. I was 5'8 and he normally 6'1. But now he had to be at least 6'8 and the rest of them were also just as tall.

I was alone in the middle of the woods surrounded by wolves that wanted to kill me. I would've known that even if they hadn't told because the look in their eyes. I was now regretting my freak out session and running out here. Gash snapped his teeth and swatted his paw at my face. my face began to sting as blood started to creep out of my skin. the rest of the Bloodpaw pack also began to pick and prod at me with their claws. I wish I was a werewolf, I thought, at least I would have a chance against them. suddenly I heard cracking and felt pain all over my body. I looked down at my feet. though not feet paws. perfectly white paws. I looked behind me and saw a white body. Oh my gosh I'm a werewolf! I shouted in my mind. as my newly found wolf body was finishing its transformation I felt a sharp pain in my spinal cord. I looked behind me and saw tiffany in her wolf form biting into my back. at my distraction Gash swiped at my front legs knocking me to the ground. I felt another bite in my front leg, and another in my neck. the pain was horrifying. it stung like bees, felt like knives, and spread like a stampede. I could hear my skin being ripped. I howled -literally- as the others sank their teeth further into my skin. Through the pain I heard pounding of feet rushing through the woods. Twigs and branches breaking, leaves crunching, and yelling.
"Ashton!" Ethan howled through the woods. Gash tore back more of my skin and I howled. "Ashton!" William now. My pack rushed into the clearing and instantly attacked the Bloodpaw. I recognized William and Ethan easily in their wolf form. William by his Gold eyes. I remember them from that night when he and I had the argument over Ethan when Ethan and I had visions for the first time. And I recognized Ethan by his cyan eyes. He always had them.
We had had three more people- or wolves- than the Bloodpaw so the fight lasted no more than ten minutes. Body were thrown in the air, howls erupted, and blood poured. I lay in the middle of it all. I was lying on the ground motionless in pain. I could see my life flashing before my eyes. I could see the pack transforming back into humans, it was blurry but I could see them. wreckage though, he raced off still in his wolf form. The rest of the pack gently picked me up and carried me towards the direction Wreckage ran. My head lolled as the pack ran through the woods. I closed my eyes and faded away.