Elemental Galaxy: Supernatural[EDITING]

Louisa 37: The White House

Louisa's POV

I paced the room back and forth, breathing in and breathing out. All I have in mind is that I have to find them. This has to end now! Think! She wants power, she have an army. I don't.

Niall burst in from the door. "She was gone," he looked at Francis who was healed by Xavier but still wearing a blood soak shirt. "But I know now where to go." He sounded certain.

"What did you get?" Francis asks with his arm folded in front of his chest. "Do you know how to find them?" He sounded desperate. Is it to look for his lost love or for his revenge?

"How can you be sure that we'll go to the right path?" Jack asks who has wrapped his arm around Jasmine.

"I catch their scent. Now, if we don't hurry I might loss them." He beams proudly at Francis. "We should go now."

Once we're out of the underground. The first thing that welcomed us it the scent of blood and fire, then the images of wolves in human form scattered all over the ground, swimming in the pool of their own blood. I have the urge to puke but I have to fight it back, no, not here. Jared grab my hand and steer me away from the view. Morgan's cruelty has to stop now.

Using the flying cars we went straight to where the scent led us. New York from the East Coast of South Carolina where the Denali pack was. Francis and Niall drive for us. Jared couldn't let go off his customized nitrogen powered bike. We we're able to reach Morgan's hideout. Or at least it was their hideout.

All there is left are empty cabins. "They must have left hours ago." Niall said while sniffing the air inside a cabin that contains a chalk board, broken hard drives and lit computers on the table. "Now, we just have to follow their scent."

We hurried out of the headquarters and back on the road again. Niall is driving fast and so are Francis and Jared behind us. I decided to sleep and hope that there would be no more dreams.

***

"Louisa," Francis's voice woke me. "We're here." She is surprisingly calm. Given that the traitors are within his pack. His mate, the Luna of the Denali's.

I got out of the car and found myself in front of the Washington DC White House. Wherein a commotion is happening. People are gathered in front of the house trembling as they try to move, then I see the reason why. Morgan is standing in front of the crowd with armed mortals behind her. The other supernatural are nowhere to be found, even Kristee and Davy are not present.

Morgan looks more elegant and evil than she was before. She wears a smile that a queen would wear when she delivers good news to her people. Only that Morgan is not up to that, she wants to claim Earth little by little.

"Now, you see what I could do? I have killed your leaders," she proudly nodded at the direction where a man's head was hanging and other political leaders are tied to posts with bleeding cuts on their throat, terrifying silence hangs in the air. "Kneel and acknowledge my presence." Nobody dared to move, that made Morgan angrier. "KNEEL!" She bellowed once more, and then everybody started to follow, everybody except me and Jasmine. Aubrey must be here somewhere only she could do this. Morgan sighs. "What a beautiful view." She started to laugh like a lunatic.

I grab Jasmine to the ground before someone sees us, but I will never kneel not to her, instead I squat. "We have to find Aubrey." I whispered to Jasmine so only she could hear me. "We have to take her down, and then the rest would be easy."

Jasmine nods in agreement. "While you were unconscious. I've learned a few things about mind manipulation," she informed me excitedly. "I haven't tried them but this could be our best shot."

"Okay, let's find her." We sink in to the crowd leaving the others behind, while they're still under Aubrey's mind control. Morgan gives her speech as she embrace ownership of the states. She must have been broadcasting all over the country, wide monitors projects her face on the corners, and cameras and press are in front of the podium where she stood.

We went behind the White House, where we pass by more people under the trance. All have the same blank eyes kneeling towards Morgan's direction. Inside the living room Aubrey and the others are sitting on the couch while munching food from a buffet at the corner. Aubrey is not moving and none dares to move her. She must be concentrating. I think.

"Can you distract her?" I ask Jasmine whose hiding at the wall behind me.

"I think so," she sounded hesitant. "I'll try." She tiptoed toward the other side of the wall, careful enough not to attract attention. She close her eyes concentration until she slowly vanishes in the air. Jasmine must have already attack them.

Paul started to throw fire in every direction. Claire also started lashing lightning and Ashley hastily puts out the fire they're making. Chaos happened inside the room and Jasmine hasn't return yet. Aubrey screams at the top of her lung, I peak through the slightly open door and saw a knife buried in her abdomen then someone grab me from behind. I look through my shoulder and Jasmine's standing behind me unharmed and grinning. "Let's go. We are done here." We ran out of the house as fast as we could.

The people we passed by earlier are no longer controlled. Though, they are still payed to do Morgan's bidding. They shouldn't see us.

"How did you do that?" I ask Jasmine as we find our way back to where we left Francis and the others.

"Told you. I've learned some tricks while you were unconscious." She said without looking at me. "I'll teach you some tricks if we make this out alive." She promised. We manage to find our friends in time to see the rage in Morgan's eyes and the confusion of her audience including Francis and Niall who are arguing what just happen. Jared met my eyes and hurried toward me.

"What happened?" He holds my shoulders and look me in the eye. "Are you okay?" He asks gentler this time.

"We have to get out of here," he stares at me not registering a word I say. "We need a plan." I shove his hands off me and went directly to the car. Fortunately, they followed without asking questions. I can't bear to remember what happened in there Jasmine just killed Aubrey.

Niall went straight to a branch of Denali Hotel. Francis took a key from the reception and we went straight to the elevator, not allowing other passengers to get in the car. He used the key he took and opens a compartment that holds another button. He punch on the button.

"This is our floor." He informed when the car stopped . "Just choose a room of your own," he continues and pauses in front of a door that says: Private. "And anyway, there's no room service up here."

"That didn't really bother me," I snap. "Aren't we supposed to have a plan," I scowl at him. "We can't rest or have a good time, while people out there are unsafe!"

"This is why we need rest," Francis said still in control. "We need to clear our minds and we've been traveling for days. Aren't you tired?" His grey eyes gazed at me. I look at my shoes. There's no way I'm winning in this fight. I really am tired though I won't admit it. "Rest." He said finally, "we will have our revenge. That I promise."

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