Gifted | Werewolf

Chapter 12

*Picture of Lily Collins as Penelope West*

< Chapter 12 >

I blink my eyes a few times just to make sure that I'm seeing right. In front of me stands Liam, Matt, John, Jess, Pen and Oliver, crowded around me. All of them bearing worried expressions mixed with relief and tiredness.

My mind drifts back to the vision and I feel as if I'm taken over by some spirit or whatever and it's controlling me. Like when they show you in horror movies, that some evil spirit takes over a human and they act weird and creepy all of a sudden, I would imagine myself looking like that right now, though I was less creepy, or at least...  I hope so.

''Danger... Gifted... Prisoners... Tortured... Children... Death...'' I mumble, just like yesterday, when I woke up in the hospital. This is creeping me out. First, I got dreams where I speak to the moon goddess and find out I'm supernatural and now I get some sort of visions and find out... about the war? I still don't understand what I'm seeing. Is it the present, the past or the future that I'm seeing?

''Emily, are you okay?'' Matt asks, worried and a bit scared. I'm acting like a mental crazy person, reminds me of the story called 'Don Quijote' where the main character thinks he's a knight and buildings are giants that he has to kill and win over to save the world.

I am almost like that. I am actually a protector and am supposed to fight but I don't know how. The difference between the character and me is that he's imagining it's real, I'm hoping it's not real.

Just like yesterday, Liam slaps me across the face, not hard. It's almost as if you're splashing water onto your face, it doesn't hurt, but you still feel something. I am back to normal me. I'm not sure if I'm the definition of normal now, since nothing in my life is normal, but as of right now, this is the usual me.

''Thanks Liam... It feels weird that someone has to slap me every time so that I won't go bat-shit crazy. Anyway... What are you all doing here?'' I ask, while smiling awkwardly.

''Emily... You were screaming for a whole hour. About 5:30am we heard yelling and screaming and went down to the living room to see you scratching the walls with your claws. We tried to stop you, but you pushed us away with just a flick of your wrist and sent us flying, and it hurts like a bitch, if you want to know- Oww'' Explains John until Jess elbows him in the stomach.

''That's when we saw your bright violet glowing eyes as you continued scratching like there's no tomorrow and your life depends on it. What did you see? Liam told us something similar happened yesterday. You know you can tell us anything... Right?'' Asks Jess. 

While they explained I searched around for the wall, and my eyes froze when I saw it. On the wall, there is huge scratches of a sentence, and I have no idea what it means. Actually, I do know what it means, but it doesn't make sense.

''It says 'horologium singen melius cavere, proelium celerius opinione venit'' in latin. In english, it means the clock is ticking, better watch out, war is coming sooner than you think'' They look at me dumbfounded.

''I can speak latin?'' I state, but it came as a question while I smile sheepishly.

''So can you tell us what happened to you yesterday and today?'' Asks Oliver. The others nod in agreement. I sigh and sit on the nearest couch.

''You might want to sit, this is going to take alot of time...'' And so I tell them every detail of the visions and a few things that Selene told me in my past dreams.

''So let me get this straight... You're seeing visions of what might be the future?'' Asks Pen.

''No... I don't think I am. They were more like a dream with a meaning than prophecies...'' I answer.