The Last Silvermaw Hunter

Chapter 1

"Touch me . . . and you WILL regret it." My voice was threatening. Those who knew me would back off because when I say something the way I just did, I mean it, and those who don't know me will immediately regret it. I take things very seriously when I have so little control of my anger.My brother must have forgotten what happened not too long ago when I gave him a warning similar to the one I just gave. He always pushed me, always tried to keep me in control, but every time he tried, it would only end in pain and fear. Someone always got hurt.

"Adorite," His voice was rough as tree bark, "remember what I told you to do when this happens. Remember the breathing techniques I taught you. Remember."

I remember. Of course, I remember.

Breathe in for 3 seconds. Hold for 5, and breathe out. Repeat.

Doing that worked to the point where I could get outside and start running. Run from my pain. . .my anger . . . my past. I let everything that holds me down go. I don't stop, not until I am miles away from everything and anything I care about, letting the feeling of freedom take over.

It didn't last long, because I became extremely aware of the person following me. I knew they wouldn't fall for any of the tricks I tried to pull.

There was one way I could lose them... maybe...possibly...but based on how they were gaining, I didn't have a chance.

I pushed myself to go faster. They still kept up with me. Based on how I could hear their breathing, I would say they were a little more than one foot behind me, and gaining.

I almost stopped myself before I reached the cliff, but I wasn't so lucky. I stopped one foot too late and fell, twisting myself just in time for me to grab the edge, nearly ripping my arms out of their sockets in the process.

Not only that, but I looked below me only to regret it, "Fucking Hades."

I was hanging 100 feet over the ocean. Yippee do da day.

"Looks like you need some help there, Hunter." I froze. That voice . . . it was familiar, like I'd heard it before, but I just don't remember where. I didn't look up. Let me rephrase that. I couldn't look up.

I closed my eyes, blocking my view of the fall I would take if I didn't get myself up. "Just enjoying the view."

I was being sarcastic. I wasn't fine, I was on the border of losing control. If I lost it again. . . Honestly, I have no idea what would have happened because the last time I lost all control was a few years ago, when our mother left.

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She left two months after my brother's 18th birthday, the day he legally became an adult. I was 15 at the time. I knew of my powers, I just couldn't use them. Not until she left us. Me. Her pearl, her only daughter. Her miracle.

I saw her pack her bags, load them into the trunk, and drive away at full speed, like she couldn't wait any longer to get away from us. I ran to my room, slammed the door and started to break things, throw things. I didn't stop until everything that made me see her was either broken or thrown against the walls of my room.

After all the anger passed, I fell onto my knees and screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Until I couldn't anymore.

My brother was trying to open my door, but I had locked it, knowing that he would try to stop me. "Adorite! Open this door! NOW!" My brother screamed, I didn't care. What was the point of listening if the people you love the most leave?

"Just leave me alone, Sander," I screamed, my voice breaking at his name.

"I won't do that, sis!" He yelled, never ceasing to slam himself against the door, "I will never leave you! I will not turn into her! I won't ever leave you alone to fend for yourself!" His voice was fading away.