Grounder Pounder (under editing)

Aluna

LINCOLN'S POV

I was running, running away from the beast. It was gaining on me; I saw its venomous eyes in the dark. It deep growls sent shivers down my spine, but the only thing I could think of doing is run. This isn't me; my training taught me to do otherwise, but whenever I see this beast I can't help but feel small and worthless. It's the darkness and I am the light. It is the evil and I am the good. The only problem is, there is no good. I am nothing.
I felt a sharp pain in my back causing me to fall over squeezing my eyes shut in pain. I open them with hope that maybe the beast went away, but it hasn't, it's leaning over me with eyes that are full of hatred. Suddenly I can't breath. The beast isn't touching me but I feel as if I am being strangled. The beast becomes a white light as well as everything else.
I open my eyes gasping for air, Octavia is strangling me. I try to lift my hands to try and stop her but find that they are tied to the chair with medical tape,  I must have fell asleep in next to Octavia's bed last night. No matter what I do I cannot bring myself to leave her. She releases her hand and stares at me in the eye.
She is leaning over me with eyes full of hated. She is the darkness I am the light. She is the evil and I am the good. Whenever I am around her I feel small and worthless.
"Octavia your awake" I pant staring into her bright red eyes.
"Who the fuck is this Octavia you speak of" she yells throwing a scalpel at the side of my head which pieces the then metal wall.
"It's you, can you not remember anything" I say slightly heartbroken.
"I remember you leaving me to die" she shrieks throwing a punch at my face. It stings but it will heal.
"Anyway that not what I woke you up for" she says grabbing the scalpel out of the wall.
I tense.
"What are you gonna do with that" I ask nervously.
She grabs the cup of water I had and pours it over my head. I just look at her curious of what she plans on doing.
She places the scalpel on my wrist and drags it along cutting a slice deep enough to make blood seep out at a fast rate. I hiss in pain but I am more focuses on what she plans on doing.
"Yum" she smirks as she places the cup underneath my wrist and starts to collect blood from my wrist.
"What are you doing" I ask angrily because I want answers.
"Making breakfast" she says like it the most obvious thing in the world.
Oh god.
It all makes sense now. She doesn't remember me because she only has her eyes on one certain craving.
Blood.
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I made a comeback. I have lost passion for writing but I see people saying they wished I carried on and that's sad. Only 503 words because I wanted my regular readers just to get a catchup on what's going on. Tell me what you think of this update. Don't worry next chapter will be longer and better!! Love you!!!!!!!

~Joe