The Darkest One

The Darkest One Ch. 22 The Descent (Edited)

Chapter 22 The Descent

“Why are we here again?” I asked Damien. Everything up until now passed by in a blur. Barely seconds after Grimshaw and I stopped talking Damien whisked me into a car and drove to the wall. If anyone asked me, he was obsessed with this thing. It was one of the last things on my mind right now.

Drew was dead and it was their entire fault. Stupid cops, they should have known better than to shoot a civilian. Although as a wolf he probably wasn’t a citizen. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I was loss without him. Damien told me I had to keep going, someone had to pay for his death. They were going watch this world crumble and know it was their fault. They will pay.

“We need to destroy this wall.”

“We’re going to burn the world to ashes, I’m sure this wall will go with it.” Even as I spoke, the words sounded off in my head. I shook the weird feeling off.

“Before that,” He murmured, “It will go down in history as our last stand and then our victory.”

“Why does that even matter?” I grumbled as I peered down at the wall. “The world will be dead; nobody will be there to care about history; or where it all took place.”

“It matters!” he snapped, “It matters.”

We didn’t speak for a while, he fumed in his corner, and I watched the soldiers working around the wall. It was the same as last time we were here. Of course I had a very different reason last time; to protect. What a waste of time that was. This puny place didn’t deserve to be protected. There was no love in this world, just hatred and fear.

Again, I looked around uneasily as a weird feeling overtook me. I tried to focus on the soldiers again and slowly the feeling disappeared. One person would leave their post and another would fill it within seconds while the first person took a different post. But they never seemed to follow the same pattern but there had to be a pattern, otherwise a post could be left unguarded.

I just had to find it.

“Aduro.”

“What?” I turned to look at Damien. He looked deep in thought and then looked at me. Instantly a look of proud achievement filled his eyes.

“Aduro.” he said again, “Aduro will see it. He will know.”

I snorted and went back to analyzing the soldier’s pattern. He was wasting precious time. I didn’t even want to be here yet I was the only one doing my job.

“He’ll know that he failed.”

“Shut up will ya?” I grumbled at him. We had things to do and this conversation wasn’t one of them. And for some reason I didn’t like him bring Aduro into this. We spent the next few seconds in silence before I turned to look at him. He was staring at me an angry expression upon his face. “What now?”

He turned quickly then and didn’t answer me. I grumbled under my breath. He had been acting so weird since Grimshaw’s visit. Speaking of Grimshaw, his and I’s chat filtered through my mind. He had been cold and callus while at times he was sympathetic and warm. I didn’t understand most of the talk, too shocked and trying to process all that I learned.

But I did understand the gist of it. Destroy the world. Make them suffer.

I completely agreed.

I stood up as a new feeling consumed me.

“What are doing?” Damien hissed, “Get back down! You’ll give away our cover.”

I held off the feeling and answered, my voice sounding a lot more composed than I felt, “No I won’t. I’ll be right back.”