The Chosen.

Myself

I can feel the weight of everyone's collective stares boring down into me and it becomes too much for me to bare. My chest feels as if it is about to collapse at any moment. Before i can break down, i dash out of the cabin, leaving my friends behind.

I lean against a large tree, my forearm digging into the bark as i beg myself to calm down. I made this decision, there's no going back now. It's for the best, I have more important things to focus on right now than love clouding my mind.

The cracking of dry pine needles brings my attention to the left of me. Tom stands, watching as my warm breath explodes into the frigid air.

"Why are you doing this June?" He asks while his eyes are pleading, begging me to change my mind.

"I'm tired of you two fighting over me. You're brothers. For your sake and his I'd rather you both just forget about me. All that matters is that you two don't turn against one another." I explain.

"I don't care who i have to turn against as long as it means i get to be with you." He walks towards me.

I shake my head, looking up at the morning sky. "I don't want that. I never wanted that."

"Well that's too fucking bad June. Because that's how i feel. That's how i've always felt." He begins to raise his voice causing my eyes to dart back to the cabin behind him.

"My life didn't make sense before you." His voice breaks.

Despite everything i said, i take a step towards him and let my hand fall into his. His jaw tenses as he doesn't know whether to let himself give into me or not.

"Did you know that i didn't believe in love until i met you? I mean, i told my family i loved them but that was vastly different. But there was this moment, in the serum. You weren't even doing anything in particular, you were just walking. But it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was in that moment that i knew love. You're like no girl i've ever met June, and i don't mean it in like a cliche 'you're so different' kind of way... I mean like... from the first moment i saw your smile, i felt the earth stop moving beneath me. I would do anything and be anything just to keep you safe. You're my moon for fucks sake. I've never doubted for a moment we're meant to be together and i just hate that you don't see it the same." He runs his fingers through his dreads and turns away from me.

I can feel the emotion seeping out of him and hanging thickly in the air. My words seem caught in my throat with a cry.

"I see the way you look at my brother. That's why I'm not going to stop you. I want nothing more than for you to be happy. I truly mean it. So if that means losing you to him... so be it." He looks somberly at the rotting leaves that lie scattered on the ground.

"You're not losing me to him, Tom." I feel the first of many tears begin to escape.

"I'm not?" He looks up at me once more.

"No. I've been so caught up in everything going on i've begun to lose myself. So now, I'm not choosing you or Bill. I'm choosing myself." I let the words flow as my shoulders begin to feel lighter by the second. Relief floods over my body, crashing down like waves. 

"Look I'm sorry it has to be this way but-" I begin to speak.

A booming noise tears me from my train of thought. Thump. Thump. Thump. The rhythmic echo of blades of a helicopter shout through the sky. Branches of trees begin swish around the sky. With out a second thought, Tom and i begin to sprint back to the cabin.

Before i shut the door behind me, i take one last fleeting glance. My stomach drops down as i see the chopper lowering itself into the clearing of the field across from the cabin.

A figure in all black emerges from the helicopter, a large rifle strapped snugly to their back. Big black boots brace the ground as they jump onto the grass. My breath shutters inwards as i stare blankly at the person across the field.

Ruth.