You Can't Run From Your Destiny

Chapter Two

I am posting randomly since it is short I will post two chapters today. :)

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Faith's P.O.V

I woke up feeling very tired and weak. I looked around at my surroundings and started to panic. Where was I? Why am I in cell? Why the hell does my head hurt so badly? Where is my family? Then it came back to me.  Them, they are the reason I'm here.

"Good Morning Sunshine, ready to start work?"

I sneered back at him. "What do you think Michelangelo?" I can't believe him, and the fact he was my own fathers brother. He let out a small chuckle before opening the cell door, "Now that's no way to talk to your favorite uncle and only relative left. Considering you killed the rest of your family." He grabbed my arm with an extremely painful grip and shoved me out the cell.

I remember him before his mate died, so happy and carefree but then she died. He turned to drinking, and my brothers and I were never the same. Our favorite uncle had done many things we were to never tell our parents.

Until one day they saw him beating us and banished him. We as a family were heartbroken with out our uncle.

"Awe poor little baby hurt," my uncle over dramatically pouted, "Well if I had my way with you, you'd be stronger," he put his hand around my mouth. I bite down on his hand. He screamed but did not loosen his grip. "Bitch, you'd be well behaved as well. Now come on lets go," he sneered dragging me up the stairs by my hair.

When he pulled me out of the basement I saw with a huge warehouse. It had multiple rooms on the right side, also the side where I just came from. In the front of the left side is what looks like a huge cafeteria and stage. In a small above it is an office, which is Alex's as it says on the sign. The rest of the left side bottom and top were training rooms. This place was so huge.

Michelangelo dragged me into a room were an elder woman sat reading a book.

"You, this is now your responsibility to feed and take care of. Don't be sneaky I will be close with this one," with out another I shoved me in the room and shut the door.

Still a little skittish I looked up slowly. I saw the elder woman soaking a rag. "So who are you," the woman asked. Her voice was so soft. It held wisdom, care, and a peaceful sound to it. She turned around with the rag in her hand. Her smile was warming and welcoming.

"Faith Lee Thomas," My voice was raspy.

"Well Faith, my name is Victoria Johnson, and don't worry I'll take care of you after training," she said while dabbing my forehead with the rag. When she pulled it back I saw blood. I guess I must of hit my head, funny though I can't feel it.

After a while of taking care of me she started to ask questions, "So where you from? Who are your parents?"

I stumbled around with my words, still nervous with interacting with people. "Uh- I- I am from the Rising Moon pack. And my parents- my p-parents are dead." My tears started so seep through. Victoria awed and hugged me.

"If I may asked who were they?"

I took a deep shaky breath and responded, "Alpha Bill and Luna Jamie."

Victoria pondered over this for a while. "Wait so you part werewolf and witch?" I nodded.

"I am half werewolf, but a full witch. I just started developing my powers though."

Victoria stared at me, "So you're the kid that killed 'Mike's' mate. Even though she wasn't his actual mate."

My eyes widened, "What do you mean she wasn't his actual mate?"

"Yeah, it is told his real mate ran off. That is why it didn't take him that long to recover."

I scoffed, "Yeah now I am his new toy. That is what I heard them talking about in the van." I think back to that day, being shoved in the van the scream still ringing in my ears. I can't believe I am the reason my family got killed.

****************** One-Month Marker

It had been a month. Since the time I had first woken up in that cell, and every day they have trained me to fight. I practiced hard training as hard as I could. Knowing my only way out of this hellhole would be to fight. The powers I had gotten from my mother had become stronger since Alex had first taken me away.

My powers will never be as good as they could be. This is a side effect to him working me as hard as he is and not feeding me proper food is that I am slowly becoming weaker. So instead of becoming stronger I have only dug a hole.

Even though I focused most of my time on getting out, I had made three friends. They too wanted to get out of here, so together we formed a plan. We both had our own specialties', and need each other. Victoria was an elder witch that was my servant for when I first arrived and was not trusted. Blake taught me to fight once he arrived. Blake was the werewolf of the group and the strongest. Then little Alexis is a human, whose parents these people, rogues and witches, slaughtered.

Victoria and I had been here the longest and she was the one teaching me magic, only it was forbidden when I first arrived, so we practice at night. Blake has taught me more things about fighting and using my senses. My senses were more heighten then a humans or witches due to my father's werewolf side.

I soon find out that it was Alex who had killed my parents and older twins. Victoria a couple of weeks after my capture had told me. She told me that my mother was one of the top witches on the U.S not to mention a werewolf too which is really rare. She was not a shape shifter, but still a werewolf by blood. My dad was Alpha of once the feared pack, Rising Moon. Due to the recent attack on our pack I do believe I am the only one of us alive. Victoria told me that, though Alex thinks it I am some one who can defeat him. She believes it to, but I do not.

We were all standing stronger: all except Alexis. Little Alexis was not like all of us, she is still young and weak. She never talks unless it's to me, and never eats; I fear that we are losing the little six-year old. She is so young to. I must escape not for me but for all of us.

Victoria and Blake sensed a big war soon. Causing me to fall asleep every night worrying of our safety and have a feeling time is running down to getting out of here. They tell me not to worry about their safety, but I feel like it is my duty to protect everyone around me.

This is enough I've been in here since February the 5th and today is March the 27th, I am leaving before the middle of April.