Changing Fate (Teen Wolf)

Berserker

If the world as we know it was coming to an end, how would you fight to survive? Would you live each day like your last, leave the past in the past, maybe make amends with those who have done you wrong? Have you ever wondered what it's like to die, see who misses you when you're gone? If the world you have come to know was fading away, what would you do?

When I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream. You soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me.
When I was a child I'd sit for hours, staring into open flame. Something in it had a power, could barely tear my eyes away.
All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them in a leash.
When I was sixteen my senses fooled me, thought gasoline was on my clothes. I knew something would always rule me, this sin was mine alone.
All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash.

BALEPHILIX - a demon created by witch, powerful enough to kill by blinking. Shapeshifting, mind and body control, immortality, increased speed and strength are all common abilities. Almost like the siren, it can appeal to it's victim as whatever the victim desires. The Balephilix is tied to nature as well as all the elements.

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum...

"Sabe."

Bum bum, bum bum...

"Sabe."

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum...

"Sabe!"

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum...

"Sabe!"

Bum bum...

"Sabe!"

Bum...

"SABE!"

I shoot up from the floor and cower away from the people around me. My hair in front of my face. I crawl farther and farther back until I hit the wall. My hands trembling, breaths uneven.

"Sabe, it's okay. It's me, Uncle Derek."

I raise my eyebrow at the others in the room. The man makes his way closer. I try to crawl farther back but no avail.

"Remember me?" I shake my head climbing to my feet. "Deaton you said she'd only lose a little memory. Not all of it!"

A teenage boy with dirty blonde hair walks toward me. I cock my head to the side a little.

"Liam?" I whisper. Everyone's head turns toward me.

"Yeah." He nods.

"What happened to me? Who are these people?"

"You don't remember?" Liam asks. I shake my head in reply. He sighs.

"Should I?" I question. Everyone giggles quietly.

"Deaton why is she acting like this?" Liam turns to a doctor standing back.

"I'm not sure, I've never seen anything like this." The doctor replies. I slowly stand up, stumbling then quickly regaining my balance. Liam helps stable me, and stays at my side protectively. I look towards the guy who claims to be my uncle.

"Where's the rest of family?" I whisper weakly crossing my arms over my chest. Derek huffs a sigh pinching his nose.

"Most of them died in the fire, your Great Uncle Peter, he uh- killed your mom. Your brother Aiden died, saving us." An older teenage boy with brown hair and brown eyes replies.