Changing my Destiny (On Hold)

Chapter 2

(C) copyright 2014 gem10meg. All rights reserved.
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~Addilyn~
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep...
I groaned, and threw one of my pillows at my alarm clock, attempting to stop the loud disruptive noise.
Attempting, being the key word.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep...
'Why do I always miss?' I thought as I tried to block out the noise by covering my head with my other pillow.
It didn't work out to well.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep...
I quickly opened my tired eyes when I realized something important...

I don't own an alarm clock.

My entire body went frigid the second I opened my eyes, 'This was definitely not my bedroom...' I thought as I looked around. My room had a gray and yellow striped wall with a wooden floor to go with it. The room that I was currently in was painted a dark green with a carpet flooring, so I asked myself, 'Where the heck am I and how in the world did I get here?'
I looked down and noticed that my right hand was cuffed to the side of the bed I was placed in, but that was nothing compared to noticing that all of the clothes I was wearing were torn and covered in blood.
The thing was, it wasn't my blood.
I started hyperventilating, making my mind go into complete chaos. 'Why was I covered in somebody else's blood? Did I kill them? What am I even doing here?'
All of a sudden I started gasping for air.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't breathe!

I was in so much pain that I didn't hear the person walk hastily into the room that I was in, and I barely acknowledged that he was trying to help me. All I could focus on was trying to breathe, but nothing I did worked, making me panic even more and breathe even less. It was a cruel cycle: try to breath, fail, panic, and fail some more.
I couldn't take the pain anymore, so I stopped fighting, and I let the darkness overtake me. As I was on the verge of passing out I heard a panicked voice telling me to stay awake, but before I could even try and regain consciousness, the darkness welcomed me with open arms, and without a thought, I walked to it.
There was no light.
There was no heat, but for once there was no pain, and for that...
I was grateful.
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My eyes fluttered open, but this time instead of being alone, I saw a person sitting next to my bed asleep sleeping.
Finnegan, the person with me was Finnegan.
I started panicking again, but before things got too far out of hand, Finnegan jumped up and calmed me down. He softly picked up and placed my free hand over his heart and told me to take deep breaths until my breathing went back to normal. I was shocked at how he stayed calm and knew how to approach the situation.
Still breathing heavily, I asked, "How did you do that?"
He smiled softly, but didn't reply. I asked another question as he took the handcuff off my wrist, "Why is there blood on my shirt?"
"You don't remember?" He asked not alarmed, but not surprised either.
I shook my head, "No, I don't remember."
He suddenly asked me something that I never really thought about, "Do you trust me Addi?"
I nodded without any hesitation; the thing was, I did trust him, I don't know why and I don't know how, but I know that I do trust him. There was something about his voice that reminded me of somebody familiar, which put me at great ease.
He slowly lifted his left hand and gently pressed it against the front of my forehead, his hand then started to emit a blue light. The last thing I saw before images and memories possessed my brain was his reassuring smile.

I swung my bat hard at the front of her neck causing a sickening crunch to echo loudly across the room before she fell on the ground right next to my dad.
I slowly looked around to see each member of my family dead on the ground of my room and I realized that I was the one who killed them out of cold blood.
I looked down and saw that I was soaked in my dad's blood, I was soaked in little Rosie's blood, and I was soaked in my mother's blood.

I killed them.
I killed my family.

I didn't realize I was crying until I felt Finnegan's delicate fingers brush away all of my tears.
"Don't cry, I hate it when you cry angel"
Angel, that nickname sounded familiar, but I couldn't recall who used to call me that.
"H-how did you know that was my nickname?" I asked him sniffling.
He didn't answer; instead he took the opportunity to swiftly pick me up and place me on his lap, cuddling me as if I were a child. I immediately calmed down as I felt his warmth fall over me. Weird.
I tried to pull away when I remembered what I did to my family, but he didn't let me escape his grasp.
"Do you think I'm a monster?" I asked, looking up at him broken.
"No, you were defending yourself." He told me forcefully.
"What in the world were they?"
He looked down and thought for a moment, when he looked back up I saw fear in his eyes. He tenderly turned my face so that I would be looking directly into his bright blue eyes.
"I will tell you everything, but I warn you it will terrify you, and once you know, there's no turning back."
Yes, I was scared, but I needed to know what's been going on with me, and that's exactly what I told him.
"I need to know everything, including where you and I fall into place."
"First, you should know all supernatural beings exist; and as you saw, I am a warlock."
"What were my parents?" I asked again.
"Don't interrupt me." He said sternly.
I flinched away, knowing that he would slap my face, just as my parents did.
I waited for it to come, but it never happened. He grabbed my face and made me look back into his eyes. His face showed no emotion, but his eyes held pain; he brought me into the tightest hug as he told me, "I promise you right now, I won't be like them, I will never hurt you, not again."
I looked down, thinking about the fight we had years ago. I couldn't believe what he said, not after what he did to me.
He seemed to read my mind since he said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, but I had no choice, I just wanted what was best for you."
I nodded and accepted his apology, but he still had a long way to go in order for him to prove to me that he really has changed.
I tried to get out of his lap again, so he could become more comfortable, but he just wouldn't let go. I started to whine in irritation, but stopped as soon as he gave me another stern glare.
I don't even no why I care so much on how he thinks of me, but for some reason I feel as if I have to prove myself to him.
He chuckled, but it never reached his eyes. He looked as if he was thinking of a past memory; but then snapped back to reality and continued to explain what was going on, acting as if it never happened.
"There are many different types of warlocks, for example I am the warlock of life and I know for a fact that you are the warlock of light."
So many thoughts swarmed my mind that it took a lot of power to keep myself from jumping off his lap and bombarding him with questions.
I nodded for him to continue and he did.
"There's a prophecy that states, a circle of warlocks of different powers will come together to defeat an evil that lurks about. We and three others are a part of this circle and are destined to save all of the supernatural world." He took a deep breath, "You can ask your questions now."
I stared at him, "What were my parents and how were they involved?"
"Your parents were wendigos and they obviously worked for the dark side, since they tried to kill you."
"What's a wendigo?" I asked him. My mythology books could only teach me so much.
He smirked, "I forgot that your new to this; a person becomes a wendigo when they eat human flesh to survive; a wendigo feast on human flesh, so your parents and sister were going to keep you alive, and trap you somewhere until they got hungry."
I took this all in, "If they're wendigos, why am I a warlock and not a wendigo?"
He looked away from my eyes as he said, "They aren't your real parents. They adopted you for publicity when you were only a year old. As you know your parents were very wealthy and famous, so they thought that adopting a child would make them even more popular... I guess they were right."
'How did he know all this?'
This thought ran through my head until I finally had the guts to ask him, "How do you know all of this stuff about me?"
He made eye contact with me; I became frightened when I saw the sadness and regret in his deep blue eyes  "I know all this, because I'm your... I'm your brother."
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- Your mate, Gem