Being Different (editing)

Chapter 28 | Final Battle

Guys...we have reached 6k.

*screeches extremely loudly*

This is the biggest milestone ever and I'm so happy that we have Escher such a large number of beautiful people that are reading my story! I'm so blessed to have this many reads in only a couple of months and I hope you continue reading!

This song as you could tell is Laura Palmer (I don't know why they called the song that but oh well) by Bastille and when I listened to these lyrics I couldn't help but think about Ava and how and I quote they sung - 'walking out into the dark cutting out a different path led by your beating heart' and 'you ran into the the night from all you had'. It just made me think so much Ava I couldn't contain it and I was screeching in excitement!

Just wanted to let you guys know!

On with the story!

All of my wolves walked along side me there positions never once faltering. All wolves walked ahead of me while I stayed behind everyone so I could make a quick and hasty way to Alpha Aiden's office.

I walked behind everyone in my black combat boots, black skinny jeans and my black singlet my daggers tucked safely in its holders. My black hair whipped around me in the furious storm breeze. My tail was flowing behind me and my ears were pointed straight up searching through the winter breeze trying to find any danger.

The stars and moon were placed above us, every once in a while poking through the black clouds to show there support for our attack.

"Pack house in sight," Nathan stood at the front of the group him pretending to be the Alpha while I went and found Aiden so I could finish this.

"Perfect. If I don't make it, the Alpha position is yours...GO!" I quickly shut the link before Nathan could protest and give me words of encouragement, telling me I wouldn't die, how I will live on to be a great Alpha and blah, blah, blah.

All my wolves in front of me ran out onto the field next to the pack house, familiar growls and barks filling the air showing the plan was in motion.

I internally smirked as I watched the blood splatter against the grass and the sounds of the enemy wolves falling and there final breaths being taken as a crack resounded signalling that my pack was winning.

The smell of these pack grounds sent my mind into a frenzy of memories filling my brain before I could stop it. The pain that filled my soul as I remembered this place was torturous and it made me physically hold my head as visions were set on replay for infinity.

What dulled the pain was imagining each of the people I hated the most die, in so much detail that it would give adults nightmares and children heart attacks.

Visions~

ripping my step siblings body's apart each one agonisingly slow, there constant pleas as they claimed they had nothing to do with anything my parents did to me but I would merely pretend I didn't speak and watch as the life flashed through there eyes. Then the music would start and I would begin listening to my so called 'parents' wails as there 'perfect' children were killed in front of them. There blood would begin to splatter against my black outfit as there final breaths would be taken, there gurgles and gasps as a pathetic attempt to use those final words they had the chance to say to tell my parents something cliche like 'I love you' or 'thank you for saving us'. There now limp bodies laying on the floor a forever growing pool of blood swimming around there bodies as there skin turned pale, eyes shut and the blood stopped pumping in there veins.