When You Realise It's Real

Chapter 19

The Witherstorm dropped like a rock. One on the heads fell in front of me, making me jump.

I stared into the temporarily lifeless eyes.

I'm still alive.

I know. Did you ever eat a guy called Rory?

Maybe. Maybe not. But the readhead girl has no memory. Consider her a gift from me.

I snarled like a wild animal at the head.

I kicked the eye.

"Do you like that? Huh? Huh?" I raged.

I kicked and punched the head as fast as I could.

"Why can't you just..." I gritted my teeth. "Argh!"

My head scanned the land around me. Jesse's gang was crowding around someone.

I knew who. I didn't need to see to know.

I started walking over there anyway.

"Well, well, well, look who comes crawling back?" Axel snarled.

"I was looking for Rory, but in case you didn't notice, I got attacked by strange creatures." I snapped. "Wolves with no faces."

"Maybe if you had been here, Magnus wouldn't be..."

"Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he would." I noticed that survivors were coming out of the Witherstorm. The others had noticed, too.

And now Magnus was saying his final words.

I could see that Axel had already begun to grieve for his hero.

"He shouldn't have died because you should've stayed." Axel growled at me.

At this point I was hardly listening, focused in seeing if Rory was in the crowd.

"Whatever, man..." I started walking towards the crowd.

I heard Axel yelling at me. Probably something like "whatever?! Is that all you say?!".

I couldn't see Rory.

Bodies brushed past me, confused.

Still no Rory.

I do not remember the one you seek.

Never asked you for your opinion.

I started walking in the remains of the Witherstorm. Not remains for long, though.

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The mist wolf lunged at one of the other two wolves. The wolf jumped back from the mist as it snapped the air where she had once been.

The wolf ran to her companion.

"What is that thing?" She yelped.

"Not normal. Not from our world."

"I have read all of the Wolves of the Beyond books, and there is nothing like this in them!"

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I searched through the remains. Not one sign of Rory.

Around the corner?

No Rory.

That little flower that had been my hope shriveled...

Or should I say...

Withered.

Haha, very funny, one day I'll be as good as Sans from that RPG game. I muttered in my mind.

And, it's quit funny how coincidences work.

I looked behind me, over my shoulder, then I bumped into someone.

Who I bumped into was another coincidence.

I stared at the redhead in front of me.

"Petra?" I gasped.

I shouldn't have been suprised, really.

"Who's...Petra?"