My Past?

Chapter Seven~ Mission Impossible

Skylar's P.O.V

I felt weak, to the bone. Kira was healing me. I tried to beg her to stop. She was weak to heal me, but she said it was her duty. Feeling her strength become smaller and smaller by each heal, I knew that soon she would barely be holding on. 'Please they are taking me to get help. The doctor will help us you must rest. I can't lose you.' Her words echoed in my head, 'Sky I have to help you.' Feeling tears slip out of my close eyes, I quickly shot my hand up to remove the tears. My eyes opened to take in my surroundings. Much to my luck I was in the same room as the last time I was here.

A knock came from the hallway. "Come in," my voice was scratchy but manageable. In walked my brother, he can't know it is me; he'll go after Xavier and die. I can't hold his death on my shoulders. He cleared his throat as I sat up. "My name is Alpha Shawn, my mate Luna Taylor was not able to join us." My smile brightened when I heard he had a mate. I was proud of him. He would always talk about how much he cared for his mate. "Who are you?" My mouth went to speak, but I knew I couldn't tell him whom I was, there was too much at stake. "Chelsea I went to your school." I so just made up a name, but knowing Shawn he would believe me. "You know what, you do look familiar. I do remember you." I rolled my eyes. "Let me just go get Scott, he'll be pleased to know who you are." Thank the lord for the learning of masking my scent. Luckily I could mask mine.

Honestly I knew the second Scott walked in here he'd know who I was. My thoughts were invaded from an all to familiar voice. "You will kill them, and you will not avoid this mission." I felt my eyes tear up. Shaking my head I talk to myself. "I won't. I will not kill my mate and family. Mission impossible. You can't make me do that," the last sentence I was yelling at the ceiling.

Chuckling erupted in my mind, "I am glad you said that princess." A sharp pain hit my neck, knocking me out. When I was knock out it was nothing like I had ever experienced. I could register everything going own around me, but I couldn't control a single body movement, word, or thought. It was like an evil twin, but there only being one of me. There was a loud bang from the door, and Scott immediately appeared in the hallway. I wanted to run and jump into his arms, but every thing was against me. When he kissed me, I wanted to savior every bit of time I was lip locked with him. Of course I had to go and ruin it. I took notice of a surgical blade and put it to good use. In the back of my mind Kira and I were trying to get to our mate. In the mean time making both of us weak. Feeling myself blacking out, I prayed Kira would be able to stop me before something happened neither one of us would like. My own mind swallowed me into a pit of black.

*

Everything was so bright around me. To figures popped up around the cradle, "Skylar, perfect name for the perfect girl. Aaron, the perfect name for the perfect brother." The woman's voice was so caring and soft. I have never heard anything like it. A loud rumble came from the man across the cradle. "Aaron will be the perfect fighter, and Skylar will make the perfect ruler."

The woman slapped him. "They are merely babies and your already talking about their duties." The man and woman looked into each other's eyes, the look only mates could look at each other with. Hearing a waling sound come from beside me, I too began to cry. The older man picked me up swaying back and forth. His warming hand lightly on my back and his soothing voice quickly put me to sleep.

*

Jolting awake I realized I was in restraints. The doctor quickly slammed my shoulder into the bed. "Please the mission can't be completed. I will die, but I can't complete it. Kill me. PLEASE," my pleads did nothing. My hands tried franticly to grab anything they could touch.

I knew soon Xavier would take over and there was nothing I could do about it. The doctor began to talk, but word-to-word his speech became a blur. Pain seared through my neck. I screamed as loud as my vocals would allow. When my scream gave out I stuttered, "I-It's my-my n-neck!"