Dream Come True

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XANDER slammed his fists against the wall, vibrating the beams inside. His shoulders were tense and his face was scrunched in anger. He leaned forward and knocked his head next to his fists. I slowly tiptoed forward and reached out to him. He turned around quickly and clutched my shoulders. I leaned back, eyes wide.

He realized it was me and crushed me to his chest. His arms encircled me and held me close as he breathed deeply. I hugged him back and stood there in his arms. He looked down and exhaled.
"Sorry... I just can't believe... Everything my mother ever told me about my father being in the military - I should have known something was up when he never came home. And finally I found out the truth... I finally found out who my dad was and... he's a murderer." He said. His eyebrows creased and I saw the muscles in his jaw tense as he clenched his teeth. I stepped forward and grabbed his hand.
"Xander... you don't need him." I said. He pulled back and looked at me quizzically.
" I mean... Look what you've become. Look at where you are. You grew up and became the person you are without him. Just because he's your dad doesn't mean that he has anything to do with who you are. His mistakes are not yours." I gripped his hand.
"You have created your own identity without a father by your side and this is who you are. I've known you for a month and you've shown nothing to show you're like him. People love who you are. I love you for you. Peter is noth-" I watched his lips twitch upwards, the tips of my ears burning red with embarrassment as I realised what I said.
"Well - I mean..." My stuttering made his mouth form a full smile and he looked up at me.
"You love me?" He said smugly, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh- let's not get off track now, I just meant that -" My feeble excuse for a cover up was cut off as he tugged me forward and pressed his lips to mine. One hand cupped my chin while the other scrunched itself into my hair. My arms, seemingly involuntarily, clasped around his neck as my body curled into his. He pressed me against the wall, his hands captivating me as he placed them either side of my head. I raked my fingers through his hair, pulling away slowly. My breathing came out in puffs and I pushed him an inch or two backwards.
"Uh... Peter will be waiting." I said, trying to slow my heart. His eyes blazed into mine for a few more seconds.
"Okay. We should go down then." He said, but made no effort to move. I gulped and tried to regain myself.
"Yep. We should go down." I tried again. He smirked again.
"Let's go then." He said, his hand brushing my cheek. I cleared my throat and nodded, pushing him a little further. He laughed and entwined his fingers through mine and led me back downstairs.

We had almost reached the door when the world started to shake. I dumbly watched as the decorations and furniture trembled, delicate pots and photo frames smashing to the floor. Loud rumbles boomed overhead and bright yellow and orange lights mushroomed over the plains in the distance. Xander pulled me closer as he saw the explosion. I let out a gasp as I heard screams echoing through my ears. The roaring in the sky continued as Peter came stumbling in the room.
"Army planes. I would know them anywhere." Xander got up and ran to the window. A soft curse escaped his lips and he scrambled back, eyes still glued to the window. Thumping came from on top of the roof as things dropped onto it. I looked up through the skylight as the red flares shone in the night.
"Go, go, go!" Xander yelled and grabbed my hand pulling me out the door, Peter following close behind. The army planes reared up and missiles flared from their planes. I ran faster as I heard the bullet fire straight for the house.

I jumped into the woods behind the house as I leaped for cover. I heard the missile smash though the building as I hit the ground and covered my head. I felt Xander and Peter land either side of me as pieces of metal and wood sliced through the air towards us. Pain showered me as tiny splinters pelted my arms and legs. We laid there, breathing heavily and heart beating. The rumbling of the plane became distant and we finally pushed ourselves up and turned, thick smoke billowing out of the ruins of the home, flames licking at everything that was left.

"They must have been after me." Peter whispered. "They were my mates and now they're trying to kill me." His sad eyes lowered to the piece of paper in his hand. Xander carefully read the paper.
"What is it? What does it say?" I said trying to get a look.
"It's sort of like a wanted poster... but for the army." Peter mumbled miserably, showing the paper to me. Peter's face was plastered on the front with instructions to eliminate him for crimes against the state.

"There is something I need to tell you two. About Dreyfan." Peter said, scrubbing a hand down his face.
"Drey is a very special boy who has special... talents." My head whipped around to look at Peter as he talked slowly and carefully. "He can make himself- He's a shapeshifter." Peter finished cringing.