Werewolves arent real. arent they?

chapter 8- the fight!

I waited in the dark until the evil gleaming eyes showed themselves, one person taht had never changed over the thousand years was Matthew, he was still the evil sinister  man  i remember  most of the broken followed him but a few had seen his evil ways and though they pretend they wish they could break away, they had never hurt me after the first few years. Some of these men were Matthews best fighters,  the ones who grovelled for his attention where the ones taht hurt me the most, with mercy less floggings.  I knew i had the support of two of the best fighters i had ever met, and i knew a few of the others would follow their example.  Matthew strode towards me the dark illuminating his strong build, his army of rouges stood behind him, all in human form, they watched my every move  i stood taller and held my head high.

“go away Matthew” i told him in the coldest and hardest voice i could, he gave a harsh laugh. 

“ your feistier and more beautiful this life than any of the others” 

“do you really think i care what your opinion is?”  my question was rhetorical but he must have felt the need to answer anyway.

“yes you do care, and if you dont you soon will” he snarled the last part baring his teeth at me

“are you forgetting taht you are no longer a wolf, you  can not change in my presence unless i command you to” i  told him  hard, a few of the younger rouges gave each other questionings looks.  A cold hard hand slapped my face sending red hot pain across my cheek, the slap sent my torso doubling over as it tried to bring the rest of my body down with it, I placed a hand on my cheek and stood up to glare at him.

“you bastard” i snarled at him, my snarl wasn’t nearly as impressive, but it would do.  Cold rage rang in his eyes

“we are broken because of you and if its the last thing i ever do i will break you too” he growled before punching me in the stomach,  i doubled over my face forgotten as i clutched my stomach.  My feet were swept from underneath me and i landed on my head, rolling to end up on my back looking up at Matthew who stood over me  he raised his fist and slammed it into my face and started kicking, someone said something and i rolled over and bought myself to my hands and knees one hand clutching my stomach, the only thought passing through my head was that i had to protect the baby.  I reached down to my boot and pulled the gun out, someone shouted Matthew just as the bullet pierced the air and went through Matthews head he fell to the ground and moaned.

“you stupid bitch. A gun cant kill us” he growled slowly sitting up.

“i know” i told him grabbing the knife i held it in front of me Matthews eyes widened slightly before he laughed.

“ you think a little dagger is going to hurt me?” he laughed. I knew it would after all the point of the Phoenix dagger was to kill any mythical creature no matter their status or resistance.  Matthew turned and faced his crowed.

“she thinks, she can kill me with a dagger a little sharp piece of metal. What a joke” all of them laughed you could see taht some were faking it but Matthew bought it, when he turned around i was right in front of him.

“I’m supposed to control you, not the other way around, if i remember correctly you were my best friend once” i whispered a sad pain and remembrance  flicked through his eyes before they turned cold

“i was never your anything” he growled, he raised his hand  and just as he was about to strike i plunged the dagger deep in his heart, the dagger he had made me would be the dagger to kill him.  His eyes fluttered but he managed to keep them open

“you never... answered me... you deserved.... everything you got” he gasped before he fell to the ground. 

All hell broke loose at that moment, Matthew’s supporters went crazy,  they came at me ready to kill i pulled the dagger from Matthew’s chest and stared at the riot.

“everybody stop, and calm down” Sky’s voice was clear as day through the night, everyone stopped to stare at him, even though he had not yelled. 

“Matthew was never supposed to led us, despite what he says, Rouge was the one who truely began the brocken even though she didn’t mean to, you should all be following her.” everyone looked at Sky  and kept looking.

“Sky help please” i whispered, and incrediable pain was ripping through my torso, starting at my stomach and making its way through out my body, i dropped hte dagger and fell to my knees,

“Jag, watch them and explain”  he ordered running to my side, he grabbed the dagger and slipped it into his boot, looping his arm around my  back and under my arms,  i put all  my effort into standing up and finally with Sky’s help i was standing my feet, he scooped my legs from underneath me and ran up the hill me in his arms, i groaned in pain as i was jousled.

“do you think he was right Sky? do you think i deserved it?” i asked him Dylan was beside me  by then and i could feel the confusion rolling off of him.

“no he wasn’t right and you didn’t deserve it,  he had no right to ask so much of you, espically considering the way you two were raised, he shouldn’t have done anything that he did to you” his voice sounded old and wise and  as i looked up into his eyes i realised he was, he was over a thousand years old and had seen so much in the world, so much that no one could began to comprehend.

I nodded my head and then it hit me, i couldnt count on my fingers the amount of times Sky had carried me when i couldnt walk in the past thousand years, he had never hurt me, he was practically my brother, well he was my brother a thousand years ago.

“i almost forgot that you were my brother” i whispered,  i felt him give a chuckle and could practically see his smile.

“you say that all the time” he walked up the stairs and laid me down on a bed.  

“we wont leave until you tell us to, you’ve broken the curse so  in a matter of days you will be one of us again” Sky said before kissing my forehead and walking out of the room.