Something Different

So You Think You Can Write - Week 2

My story for the second week!

Theme - Song by One Republic

Sub-Theme - Werewolf

Date of Writing - 29/03/2013

Last Date - 29/03/2013

Number of Pages -02

Title : The Last Fire

I sat in the field surrounded by the blood of my kin. The ugly stench of stale blood mixed with the bitter pleated flesh burned my nose. It behaved like silver in many ways and rather than poisoning my skin, it poisoned my very soul. The wayward smell of smoke from the burning pyres waffled through my nose and caused a bit of repulsion to rise within me.

What has happened, has happened.

Trying to get up, I balanced my hands on my knees and pushed myself upwards. My back ached from all the stress I was putting myself up to. Again, again. Then, one more time and I was able to push myself upwards. I looked upwards to see the moon, which seemed bright red, reflecting the color of the land in front of me.

Wherever I trained my focused enforcer eyes I was met with the site of gruel some death. Bodies lying broken surrounded by mud and ash met my eyes.

At least Bella isn’t here, I comforted myself.

Bella was my mate. My soul’s other half. The only woman in my life. Her voice is nectar; her breath is my source of life. The children growing in her belly are my future of joy. My children. My boys. My heart gave a leap thinking about her.

Where would she be, I questioned myself.

This was the very last war with the rogue werewolves. Though some people think that rogue are not dangerous, they simply don’t grasp the situation. Every pack needs an alpha to control its members. The alpha is like the head of a company, the CEO. The members are the employees. But sometimes, one of the employees resign themselves. This doesn’t change the company but the resigned person is not able to live life. They become rogues.

A rogue’s only objective is to murder the alpha of every pack. They aim to disrupt the peace and harmony within the pack. For the last ten decades, wars had been fought continuously between the packs and the rogues. Both the side had experience major loss of stamina and man power. But what happened for the past week was the very last of the ‘Rogue Wars.’ At last, we the ‘Red Moon Pack’ had managed to kill all of the conspirators.

My heart gave a breath of relief.

No more worry. Only peace. My boys can have a wonderful future.

I made my way across the mould to reach the top of the hill. Once I reached there, I turned and gave a look around myself. Chaos and disaster in every nooka dn corner. But sometimes, some things have to be done for the greater good.

The greater good.

Tumbling and trembling, I made my way to the pack house. What I saw there made my heart stop. The houses were on fire. The flames burned, engulfing the wooden roof and eating away all our possession.

Fire.

Pack mates were trying to save their belongings and help others in need. Bright red and orange wavered in my vision. Bloody rogues, I cursed. Even though they lost they had managed to create mess of our live.

Feeling scared and panic stricken, I leapt across the boulder and transformed into my humongous brownish black wolf, the color specific to only enforcers. Our pack had the ability to change the color, the alpha gave a particular color for each job. Being black is the highest affordable, my color just below that.

I sprinted across the lanes, cris-crossing roads and across narrow streets. After about five minutes, I came across the lonely cottage at the very end of the village.

My house was in ashes. Burnt to the very ground, the color of grey mingled with the muddy brown of the earth. Broken roofs and chandeliers were visible through the narrow entrance leading to the house.

A sudden movement occurred to my left. I turned and saw my best mate and pack brother, Simon.

‘Sorry mate’ he whispered softly. ‘I could not save her.’

I was not even able to comprehend what he was saying. Both, my mind and body had gone to shock. Who could he not save? Why? My face must have shown my confusion for he cleared immediately, tears in his eyes.

‘Bella was charred before I could get in here. Took me some time to get past the rogue. By that time she was already dead.’

No.

No.

No.

My wolf body screamed. I shifter back to human form. Simon bent his head, showing respect to a enforcer.’

Leave, I muttered with tears seeping through my eyes.

He left. He left me with my dead love. He left me with a dead heart. An alive being with a dead heart. What an irony.

Before my very eyes, event of the past played. The sun shone, the stars blinked, the moon rose.

‘Catch me if you can’ the honey sweet voice of Bella giggled.

‘My love, I’ll never forget you’ she laughed when I tickled her.

‘Please, more strawberry jam?’ she pouted, her brown eyes wide.

Every joyous scene of my past enfolded before my eyes. Her speech, her walk, her oh-so-sweet character. My only love, my mate dead before my eyes.

 I feel to the ground like a bundle of dry clothes. My muscles lost movement. What was going to happen, I shuddered. She was the hold of my life. Everyday, I came back from my duty just to see her. To love her in all possible ways. When my mind realized that it would not be possible, it refused to give up to the thought. I refused to give in to her and my unborn boys’ death.

Maybe, my life was still in my hands.

I stood up with a new vigor. My knees shook and I almost fell down again. Bit by bit I crept down to the broken ashen cottage.

The fire still burned, bright against the face of the dark red moon.

I went to the fire to get burned.

Ok! You must be thinging, where the hell is the dialogue here?

Sometimes, to express the fulle mtoions, it is necessary to just words and descriptions rather than dialogues. I have tried it in here, hope it worked out.

The ending is a cliffhanger. Whether the enforcer sacrified himself, did suicide or lost himself to the fire remains unknown. Whether he was saved by someone of his apck or Simon and lived ane mpty life is again a question mark.

The future can't be predicted. It can only be accepted.

Ash