Lost (Ziam)

Chapter 12

-Liam- 

After the firemen put out the fire at my house, reports went out that everyone in my house had died. The police had taken me to the station and questioned me about what happened. I had to lie about the whole thing. I mean, if you going into a police station and say 'I was in the middle of Hunter training when a vampire came into my house and killed my sister. Then, when I wasn't looking, she killed my parents and sister. Then, I ran downstairs and found 2 witches by her side and my uncle gave me stuff and I ran out. That's when my house exploded' they would have put me into a mental asylum. 

I watched as the police filled out every report. As they attached every photo to the documents. Watching every picture of every dead body be put away wasn't the highlight of my night. 

The police thought it was a assassin or something coming after us -which is kind of true- so they gave me a key to my very own house. Paid for and everything. I thanked them for it and took what I had left into it -which was only the clothes I was wearing and the backpack Paul gave me. And the contents of the backpack helped me a lot. There was a hand guide of Hunters, a knife, a picture of my family from 7 years ago and some more things.

Paul, also, gave me a key to his house, so I went in and took some clothes and some food. I washed some of it and watched some TV. I walked around his house and went outside where there was a storage unit. I unlocked it and found it was his very own weapon shack. And let me tell you, he had A LOT. I was shocked by the amount but was taken out of my thoughts by the reoccurring thought in my mind.

Witches and vampires killed your family.

I took almost everything in there. Now I know why Uncle Paul's anchor for being a killing Vexan was hate. Witches must have taken something from him and he found killing them suitable. I was feeling the same. I took everything I could hold and ran to my house, all before the police got there.

And that night, was my first killing. I was sitting at home, reading the Scroll when I heard some noises coming from outside. I put the Scroll down and walked outside, grabbing the knife Dad made for me. I held it close to my side as I walked the perimeter of the house. When I found the noise, I was shocked. It was just animals. But they were acting crazy. Like rabid animals. Why? 

All of a sudden, a kid popped out of nowhere. He was dressed in a green shirt snd some blue jeans. His dirty blonde hair was undone to the side of his face and his clothes were dirty.  His eyes were shut and he was trembling. I walked up to the boy and stood about 2 feet away from him.

"Are you okay?" I asked the boy. He stayed in the postion he was when I found him and didn't make a sound. He body just shook. "Kid are you oka-" And then I saw it. His eyes opened and they glowed a bright  golden color. His body jerked from the ground and pushed me so I fell backwards. The boy jumped onto my body and held me down with his arms.

"Silly little Hunter. Yaser was right, you are stupid." the boy said. Anger was bubbling up at the sound of that malicious man's name. I looked both ways for my knife. Sudden pain flowed through my arms as the witch's arms tightened. I let out a small growl and looked into his eyes. They were completely golden now.

"Get off of me or you'll be sorry." I said, my teeth were clenched. The boy laughed and tightened his grip.

"I'm not scared of you." he said. All of a sudden, I noticed his face starting to grow scales. Like lizard scales. I cringed as the sight and tried fighting my way out of his grasp. 

Shifter.

That's what he was. I had read about those before. Shifters can change into anything they want. Any animal. Any person. Size, shape, species. It doesn't matter as long as they can shift into it. It was sort of like a werewolf except for the whole full moon thing.