Glory

Seeking those who will hunt with thee

My limbs began to shaking and started to throb. It began to feel like something was literally inside me, moving, tearing at the outer layer. My eyes began to water from the pain forming in my chest. I dropped my bag and started running. I trying to run away from it. My body was on fire, in an attempt to free the heat, I started taking off my jacket, then my shirt, till I was left with only my tank top, my jeans, and my boots.
But the burning didn't stop, it was spreading, over my legs, fingers, even my face. I was running through the square, people in the small shops watched me in shock as I ran and knocked things over, or I ran into people. But it was burning! I wanted to scream. My lungs were on fire, but I couldn't let them see, I couldn't let them see me like this I ducked into the first ally way I saw between the buildings. I slammed into the brick and tried to catch my breath. Tears were running down my cheeks, and my heart was running too fast. I was consumed with anger and fear. Consumed with fear.

I was alone. I was standing in the middle of Lydia's destroyed kitchen at the lakehouse. I was in my bloody clothes. I was clutching my throwing daggers. But the kitchen all empty except for me.
"Hello?" I called out into the house. "Anybody home?" I called out again. I hear the loud howl from before. It sent shivers down my spine.
I ran out into the dinning room and I saw them. Well I saw us. It was like a replay of the night I killed the Berzerker. I watched for the dinning room entry as Scott was thrown across the room. I watched myself duck and dodged to get to Scott. But the mace was coming down hard and fast. Kira jumped in the way, momentarily distracting me. I watched myself watch Kira. There was something wrong with my eyes. Like the little girl from my dream. They were inhuman looking. I blinked and tried to look again, but they were still the same yellow  flicker of fire. But very dull. Kira's defense was little to no help as she was tossed aside. I watched in horror from the sideline as Scott was crumpled beside Kira and Malia was bleeding heavily from their faces. I watched myself take Kira's blade and rip apart his chest plate. My place skin was lit red with the rage I had felt. And in that split second as I watched myself slit the beasts throat I saw my eyes burn a bright yellow. Completely on fire. Yellow  fire and they were swirling, moving. My chest constricted as I watched myself fade. But before the scene faded I saw Lydia watch me from the broken french doors. Her face etched in horror. I knew deep in my gut that she saw my eyes like I just had. And before it blended away Lydia look directing into my eyes.

"Hey? Are you okay?" a female voice asked. I had been sitting here for about an hour trying to numb out the aching sensation in my skull. I opened my eyes to a skinny blonde standing in front of me. Her chocolate eyes bore holes through my own eyes. "Yeah...I'm fine." I said. Pulling myself to my feet. I stood there awkward, not knowing what to say. She offered out her hand. "Im Tessa." she said. Her big eyes watched me with skittish eyes. Almost as is she was afraid. I sighed. "Im Cas." I said. Taking her hand. She smiled. "What are you doing back here?" she asked. I looked around and over my shoulder. I was in a dirty ally. "Good question." I said. I pushed the memory of my insides burning alive. I started to walk out if the ally and Tessa trailed after me. "Do you need a ride anywhere. I'm not gonna lie. You looked kinda homeless." she said. "Yeah...but I also need to find my backpack. I kinda...dropped it." I said. Looking through the square which was thinning out. "Sure. Hop in." she said. I dropped and patted my boots making sure my knife was still stashed. It was. I walked over to her black SUV. "Nice car." I said. She laughed. "Its very useful. " she said. I piled in and we drove off.

I'M SO SORRY THIS CHAPTER SUCKED!