"You're an asshole. I've tried so hard to prove myself and to impress you, and this is my reward? Fuck you. If you kill them, might as well kill me." Maizy hisses, refusing to let him intimidate her.
"You'll regret this."
"No, I won't."
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Maizy h...
Training was terrible. With a brokan ankle and all, we couldn't do much physical shit. I get my boot off next tuesday, so that's good... But coming home wasn't any better. I'd rather spend the rest of my life in a dumpster in all honesty. Anything to not face Camden sounds pretty good right now. I skipped dinner, not bothering talking to a single soul in the house. My mom has tried to come and comfort me, but I don't answer. Not talking to anybody was my best bet, because I know if I did, I would unleash the anger I had in the pit of my stomach at them. I wouldn't wish that on anybody. A knock interrupts my thoughts along with a deep voice.
"Maizy. Please let me in." Camden pleads, and I can tell he hasn't slept at all. By the way his voice drops so low in tone, and the slumpiness his words has, the poor boy has been up since four this morning. Well, now it's two a.m and I feel like shit as does he. My door creaks open and a tall figure stands in my doorway. I turn on my bedside lamp, blinding the both of us. He shuts my door behind him, making his way to the end of my bed.
"What's wrong?" He asks, looking at me from under his lashes. I sigh and shake my head, burrying my face in my hands. I suck in a breath before talking to him.
"Everything's wrong. We're wrong." I reply, catching his attention. He cocks a brow, leaning forward. I flinch back, only to hit my head board and wince.
"Why? I haven't done shit." he sneers, arguing with me. I roll my eyes before explaining what Daniel had infromed me with.
"Why is Operation Banshee about me?" I ask, ripping the bandaid off. His eyes grow wide, freezing in place. So it is true.
"Who told you?" He asks softly. Chills run up and down my body, not wanting him to know I'm nervous.
"D-My trainer," I say, not wanting to give out names. For all I know, he could have a death wish for Daniel. Camden shoots to his feet, tugging both hands through his hair. He stands there for a minute before turning to me, coming over and sitting on the opposite side of the bed closer to me.
"The mission was about you. That's why I took it before this guy Daniel could. I thought he'd hurt you. Break up with you once the mission was completed. But I don't want to do that, Maizy. I have no intention on breaking you." He explains, tucking a piece of my blonde locks behind my ear. I breath out, shaking my head.
"Then why is it called Operation Banshee?" I ask, still clueless to why it had that title. A laugh escapes from him before taking a good look at me.
"You don't know? Maizy, you're a banshee." He replies and I swear my jaw hit all the way to hell and back. I squeeze my eyes shut, leaning my head against the head board. It all makes sense, but it all doesn't. I'm a banshee? Really? I'm a screaming siren that predicts death. That sounds great on an application. I lean my head against Camden's chest, sighing. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer.
"I'm sorry." I say, breathing in a breath before continuing. "If I'm something, why am I apart of the association?" I ask, relaxing a bit more.
"Well, alot of us are something. We control it rather than let loose like the people we hunt." he explains. I look up at him looking down at me and give him a sad smile.
"I can't control it if I don't even know what I am. How do you control something like me?" Wow, I must be annoying as hell, asking question after question. He shakes his head.
"You're not a thing you're a person, Maizy. And with Banshee's, nobody really knows. Rarely will you find someone who has experienced a banshee or is one." He explains once more. So I'm rare is what he's telling me.
"What are you?" I muse, laying my head back down onto his chest. His heart speeds up before slowing down. He had to be something. He said most of us are something.
"That's a conversation for another time." he smirks, rubbing my back. I nod, not wanting any other answers than the ones I had. Asking more would be too exhausting and I was already burnt out from my session with Daniel. He had me doing pull ups even with my boot, we even practiced knife throwing. Training was exhausting. Loving was exhausting. Everything seemed exhausting at the moment and all I wanted to do was sleep.
"Okay. You can leave now." I say, trying to be polite. I know he's as tired as I am. I sit up, so he can get up but when he doesn't I cock a brow.
"Nah. I like it in here much better." he marveled, sprawling out on my bed. I slap his chest playfully before turning out the light and resting my head on his chest yet again. I cover us with my white comforter and drift off to sleep in his arms. I'm not one for lovey dovey shit, but with Camden it feels natural. --------------------------------- "No!" I shout, running through tall grass and reaching a clearing where the trees ended. The yellow eyes were gone. I turn around, frantically. It was the tip of America's Mountain I could see from the top of the pines. I hear a growl, that's all too familiar. The yellow beating eyes come closer and closer with every passing second, until sharp nails of this thing digs deep into my stomach. The creature turns, making the pain worse.
"Rot In Hell!" I shout, sending out a blood curdling scream. I feel the claws of this thing reach up behind me, rubbing it's palm against my neck. The claws tap against my neck, making me regret everything that's ever happened. Here I await for my death. The claws dig into my skin, one by one before I let out that blood curdling scream of mine. The creature slashes across my neck, and I-
"Maizy!" Camden yells, bringing me back to reality. Thank god, too. If I didn't wake up from my nightmares, they kept replaying until someone woke me up. It was like I was in a nightmare coma. My breathe is heavy, me hyperventilating. I feel one arm around my stomach, and the other snaked around my neck and chest area, as if he was holding me back from cutting a bitch.
"Shhh, it's okay," He comforts, panting. I ease into his chest, trying to catch my breathe.
"Another nightmare?" He asks. I nod, sitting up and putting a hand to my forehead, wiping the sweat off.
"I'm sick and fucking tired of this!" I yell, throwing a pillow as hard as I can at the wall. Tears of anger and hurt spill out as I get up and pick up my pillow, only to sit on my hard wood floors. A grumbling sound creeps through the air, catching our attention. We both look to my window, staring in awe. The same yellow eyes glow, sending daggers right through me.
"Hide." Is all Camden mumbles before a roaring sound busts out of him. I hear a thud, along with the sound of two dog like snares. Squeezing my eyes shut, I dart under my bed. Who said you couldn't hide where the monsters were?
Really Maizy.. Now is not the time for your poor jokes.
The noise fades before I peek out from under the edge of my bed. Nobody was here. Getting up, I walk to the other side of my bed, feeling sharpness shoot through my foot. "Fuck," ---------------------- ------------- ---- - Soooo um... Yeah. I looked up hellhound and clicked on the pictures and here's what I got
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I thought it went well, because that was the only freaking picture of a human, soooo yeah. In the next chapters, a hellhound will be explained, and what happens when he shifts. Soo yeaaahhhhh. Not much to say. Vote, Comment, And Share.
