Justina had never been ungrateful, her father always said "gratitude opens opportunity for you to receive more" so she is always grateful. she is grateful this non alien supernatural people helped got her brother back. she is grateful that though they spoke about killing her, they haven't done that yet except for the man who shot her.
"I'm grateful but we need to go back home, what if our parents are home looking for us"
"you know that's not true" said Wasim calmly
"I will take my chances" she said taking hold of her brother's hand.
"and this is why we should've killed her" said Red
"then we won't have known what the werewolves were up to" muttered Elliott
"it's not just the wolves" began Ryan "I spoke with some people, there is an imbalance in the ley lines, a witch gave a prophecy that something Wicked is coming this way"
"and that concerns us how?" asked Justina. she is not about to enter into any supernatural civil war. just yesterday she thought they were alien kidnappers, she hasn't wrapped her head around the idea that this is her storybooks come to life.
"word on the streets is that if they kill the dragon, balance would be restored"
"that's stupid" scoffed Lilith
"yeah, this generation is a tad bit dense" Ryan smiled "anyways they think the something Wicked is the dragon"
"well I disagree with you" smirked the man who shot Justina "they are not that dense, it's wise to be scared"
Justina never knew the man was capable of having any other facial expression except from Stoic.
"this is a you business" said Justina. it's their business not hers, they are supernatural and she is not. few days ago she didn't even knew this world existed.
"the moment you walk out that door, you and you brother will die" the warlock said calmly. his calmness is beginning to irk Justina
"you guys want to kill me anyways, what difference does it make? she asked in frustration
"oh make no mistake sweetheart, we will kill you but first we must fix this imbalance" said Elliott
"Et Tu Ellie, here I thought we've bonded" Justina place her end on her chest to indicate her hurt. Elliott Chortled
"Ellie" scoffed Red
"I like it" smiled Elliott.
"listen guys, I appreciate everything you have done for me but I still have to find my parents"
"I said we will help, didn't I?" asked Ryan "why are you making me repeat my words"
"stay, after you find you parents and the imbalance is resolved we will get our pound of flesh" the warlock said
"what does that mean?" asked Justin, he doesn't understand the conversation but he is in great dislike of them speaking about killing his sister.
"I still say we kill her" said Red as she walked menacingly towards Justina
"she is mine to kill unless I say otherwise" said the man who shot her. Red stopped in her tracks
"but your majesty.."
"don't make me repeat myself Red" glared the man
"I don't belong to you" scoffed Justina as Lilith shakes her head at her but she ignored her and continued "listen I don't care who you are, I don't care if you are lord or whatever they call you, they may be your pet but I'm not. I am not yours" she glared intently trying to get her words across. she had some pent up anger that she needed to get rid off and he happened to be at the recieving end but when he rushed towards her and slammed her into the wall, she wished she had listened to Lilith, when he lifted her off the floor by her neck with her back pressed into the wall and her feet dangling above the ground, she wished she had kept her pent up anger to herself.
"let her go" she hear her brother cried. she kicked and struggled but it was no use "I said let her go" growl Justin as he opened his mouth wide to do what he did to the wolf back at the basement. everything happened in a blur. one minute his mouth was wide open the next second he was beside his sister pressed to the wall with a hand over his mouth. she could see her brother's tears fall, she could feel the burning in his mouth and throat. the fire was contained in his mouth. tears fell from her eyes. no one else moved, they all stood there as if scared to move a muscle. Lilith looked like she wanted to do something, she took one step and stopped, not going any further. Wasim rest his back on the wall watching the scene unfold. no one did anything.
"please" she said as her tears runs down her cheeks, her brother is burning up, she could feel the heat. "please"
the man leaned in and whispered into her ears. "I will kill you, I will tear you limb from limb until there is nothing left but first, I want what you stole"
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A TALE OF A THOUSAND YEARS
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