The Genocide

Chapter Fourteen

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       It's a choice. A complex and mind-blowing choice. As I laid in my bed I contemplated the choice of either killing my baby or killing myself in the process. It had been twenty minutes since Ellie broke the news to me and I was freaking out. Do I kill the one thing I had of Harry? If I chose to keep the child we'd both die in the end because there was no way that I'd be able to carry the child to term. Either way the baby would die but maybe there would be hope... maybe the Doctor here could find something and I could become a Wolf and maybe I could have my child...

                I voice my hopes to Darwin who is pissed off at me for even telling him. He told me there's no way that the baby would live. It was my life that was on the line. He didn't even seem to care about the child in me. Not that I expected him to, he wasn't happy I slept with Harry. He was disappointed in me and now the disappointment is getting him angry. I don't like an angry Darwin; he doesn't think and his words hurt.

                If with some miraculous miracle I did have the child... would it affect Harry? He'd get an heir but was I willing to let my child grow up with killers and judgmental Werewolves? I wasn't. Having this child would be bad on all fronts but it's still a life. It still has dislikes and likes and it has emotions and hopes and dreams and fears...

                I rub my flat stomach. I don't feel pregnant... I don't feel little flutters of life... Is this how it's supposed to feel?

                I feel gratitude towards Ellie and the Hegemony Pack for having us stay here with them and when the brunette tells me that we're going to walk, I'm relieved to have something to keep my mind off of the dilemma at hand. Ellie has changed into some cut off shorts and a black v neck. She wears tennis shoes and a leather bracelet that has her name burnt into it.

                "My Mom and Dad are wanting to talk to you about joining up."

                "What do you mean?"

                "For the war, y'know? It's gonna be huge. It's in the prophecy..."

                'What prophecy?" I question the young girl as she opens a sliding glass door and walks through it. She keeps her eyes down as I follow her out into the garden.

                "This may seem far-fetched, as many people have told me-"

                "Ellie, anything is believable these days."

                Ellie doesn't say anything, she just nods and continues, "The Moon Goddess speaks to me in my dreams."

                "Really?" I ask nonchalantly. She's waiting for my reaction and I examine my nails, "She's talked to me too."

                "You're kidding."

                "No. We talked about the war."

                "That's insane. Every person I've told has called me a liar! Uh... it's so awesome to meet someone who has got to talk to her. Did you know that a lot of our ancestors actually talked to her? But that was because people were more religious back then then they are now. I'm the only person that uses the chapel in the pack..." She sighs distastefully and suddenly her eyes lighten up, "Would you like to come?"

                "Where?" I ask.

                "To the chapel, of course!"

                My old pack demolished their chapel to add onto the pack house... I haven't been in one in years. I find myself nodding before I can speak. Ellie pulls me around the side of the house and back into her home. She pulls me through many different hallways and doors before we reach a deep stair well. We use our senses to walk down the deep staircase in silence. As she get closer a light green hue of color flourishes us. As we set our feet on solid ground I feel the urge to kiss the dirty ground.