My Demons

Chapter 8

Nick's P.O.V

As I went upstairs to change my clothes and pasted Adarian's closed bedroom door, and raised an eyebrow.

As I listened to the band I sighed, sounded so much like me. And as I wondered what it was called I heard a voice rasp The Animal I Have Become in my head.

I huffed, fitting, shaking my head I went off to my training room and remembered that vision I had when I first met Adarian.

It was when she was talking to Ash that I seen her future if she had went to the orphanage, I had seen it when I had spotted a mirror on the wall near her.

It was her on a lookout point over looking New Orleans, a gun in her right hand as she cried. Glancing down at the gun in her hand as she brought it up to study the weapon, she sighed deeply, closing her eyes then raised the gun to her temple a d pulled the trigger.

It was a why I offered to take her, she's to young to die, I had done the same thing when my mom was killed, it didn't work well, and I didn't want someone else to make the mistake I'd made. And so far I didn't know how her future would turn out, I haven't checked.

I stopped again as I pasted a mirror and stared at my reflection. At the double bow and arrow on my face, my hazel blue eyes, -which had never turned black like the other DHs- my dark brown hair. Part of Adarian's words echoed in my head. They make you, you, they define you.

And she was right, but I didn't like that I was, usually I was always the different one, was insulted for it. I was just done being different, if I could trade someone who was normal with my immortality, I would let them deal with this hell of a life.

  I sighed and was about to continue my way to my room when a moving image appeared in the mirror. I paused again and leaned into the mirror using my scrying powers, my eyes widened as the image cleared and I saw Adarian.

  She was sitting in a corner, huddled there as she cried, her high cheek bone bruised deeply, her lip split and blood trickled down from her mouth. It looked like she'd been beaten, and seeing her like that made me worry about of her safety. A shadow fell over her and she pressed herself farther into the corner as she snapped her head up to stare fearfully at the being with wide eyes and let out a blood curdling scream that made me physically flinch.

And it faded to where I could once again see my bewildered reflection cringing away from the glass.
What the hell?