Second Chances

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"FUCK!" I shreik as I get thrown across the field, for what seems like the hundredth time that day. I sit back up and tighten my pony tail throwing a glare at Malic.

   "Glare all you want sis, I'll still beat your ass."

   "Oh really mammas boy? Wanna make a bet?" I challenge, as I stand up brushing off the loose dirt that landed on my black leggings.

   "Alright, pup, I'm listening." He smirks, tilting his head. He has called me pup since the first day I came home. When in reality I'm only three years younger than him. I slap his arm and scoff as this only makes him laugh even harder. " I'm sorry, it's just your my little sister, you will always be a pup to me." He just continues to chuckle as I pout.

   " I'm thirteen! Basically, a teenager!" I shriek throwing my hands up in the air.

   " Okay, big girl, let's go eat lunch and make this bet." He playfully rolls his eyes and starts walking back to the cabin.

   "Wait up!" I yell, running after him. " Race you there!" I yell, looking over my shoulder in time to see him barreling over to me. I yelp as he passes me, and I push even harder to try and pass him. As we got closer to the house, Malic started to slow down, taking the opportunity I run ahead, trying to beat him. Just as I pass him, I'm getting tugged back
and thrown behind him. " Hey, what the hell, dude!"

   "Shut the fuck up!" He whisper yells turning his head like he is searching for something. I hide further behind him and sniff the air, trying to find an unfamiliar sent. That's when I smell the fire. It was strong and close. "Come on!" He yells, running to our cabin. I couldn't help but cough the closer we got, the smoke overwhelming to our enhanced noses. Thoughts of what could be happening swerled through my head. Did the kitchen catch fire? Is it another group of rogues? Are mom and the baby okay?

   I couldn't hold back the sob that was wrenched out of my throat as I saw our tiny cabin. There were rouges everywhere. The fire was massive, the cabin collapsing in on itself as it couldn't take anymore. Rogues were yapping and whistling as they ran around. I heard wailing and looked over to see baby Peter being ripped out of my mom's hands by one of the routes.

   "NO! PLEASE!" Silent tears fell down my face at the sight of mom begging. She has always been strong and never cried. Even when pops died, she held it together. What happened next I would never forget. The rogue smirked at my mom, who walked backward into the fire. Killing him and baby. " NOOO!" she screamed, breaking out of the hold of  two rogues. She ran forward and leaped, shifting mid jump. Every rogue that came for her, she shredded to pieces.

  "Astoria, look at me." I turned from the fire looking into his eyes. His silver eyes are taking in a steel trap complex. I could still hear the screaming and crackling of the fire. " I need you to run. Don't look back. Just keep running." I shoock my head, more tears running down my face in a steady stream.

   " I, I can't leave you." I choked out, feeling like everything was closing in on me at once.

   " Yes, you can, and you will." He growled, causing me to shrink. " I need you to go when it's safe. I will find you. I will." Though he looked brave. I could hear the doubt in his voice. He knew he wouldn't live. A Rouge was running up the hill at us screaming with two more following. I looked at Malic with panic, knowing he was going to make me run. " RUN KNOW!" He yelled the order. He shoved me in the direction of the forest. making me stumble back.

   I ran. I ran like a coward. I didn't look back, leaving my family, leaving my life. I could hear screaming and the crack of bones breaking. Malic was strong. He would survive. He had to.

  I had been running for hours. My lungs were burning from the sobs I was pushing out. My legs began to shake with the force of running. I tripped over a tree root and face planted into the hard dirt. I couldn't get up. I tried to move but I couldn't. My head screamed to keep running, but I couldn't. I was so tired. Everything started going black just as the foot falls of more than a hundred rouges closing in on me.