My Soulmate

Chapter 11

Two weeks have passed, but Jason never appeared again. It was surprisingly quiet and calm. Pablo and I have been training a lot and he was a quick learner. He was able to hunt alone now, and he slowly accepted what he was now.

Ferran and Pedro were on a job when I suddenly had a really bad feeling. I didn't really know what it was, but I knew something was happening. I hopped onto my motorcycle and rushed to their location. It should have been a normal job, a routine drug delivery, but something seemed off. There were way too many people, and I could see a sniper on one of the nearby buildings. I hid in the shadows so they wouldn't see me, but suddenly the sniper aimed. The purchasers pulled out their guns, and a shootout started. I pulled out my gun as well and shot as many as I could. I was distracted by shooting when suddenly someone overwhelmed me from behind, pulling me to the ground as he stabbed me. I moaned in pain but pushed him off of me and pulled the knife out of my stomach. Within seconds, the flesh grew back together, and I looked at my attacker. He was staring at me with wide eyes, and I threw the knife at him, right between his eyes.

When I turned to check on Pedro and Ferran, my path was suddenly blocked by an unexpected figure. I couldn't believe my eyes as I recognized him immediately. It was my father, a man I hadn't seen in 14 years, not since Lionel and I fled from him.

It felt like it was just yesterday; Leo and I had barely come home from school, excited to meet our friends later that day. We figured Dad was still at work, like usual.

He was an officer, a cold guy who never showed any affection. Not to us, not even to Mom. He'd hit her nearly every day, and we weren't spared either.

But that day, when we got home, everything changed. Leo and I could hear our parents yelling, arguing in the kitchen. In a panic, Leo dragged me upstairs to his room. We hid in his closet, trembling in fear, until we heard a gunshot. We froze. We were children. I was six years old, Leo was eight. But on this day, we were forced to grow up.

Hours passed before we dared to come out of hiding. The house was quiet. Dad was gone. It was just Leo and me now. As we slowly made our way downstairs, we stumbled upon a scene that would forever haunt us.

Mom was lying lifeless on the kitchen floor. Her hair, usually so lively, was a mess, and her white shirt was soaked in blood. A big hole in her chest told the horrifying truth: Dad had shot her. He'd taken her life. I never knew it was possible. Mom was an Allpowerful, like me. I thought we were invincible, that only a stronger Allpowerful could harm us. But that day shattered my illusions. I learned that even our own soulmates could be our worst enemies.