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"What?" I asked yet again. "Fight you a different way?"
The younger version of me yet again shook her head from the opposite couch I was sitting on, a steaming cup of tea in her hands.
"I'm not even meant to be talking to you about this, I've done like fifty percent of the work of figuring it out. You can do the rest!" She exclaimed slight annoyance in her voice as she continued to drink from her cup.
"So, how am I meant to fight you?"
"That's for you to figure out,"
"And what the hell does that quote shit mean, 'Isn't it crazy...how someone could find enjoyment from destroying the lives of others.' I honestly just need to get out of here and see Jenny." I said firmly, speaking the quote mockingly as I waved my hands around my face. But my voice turned quiet as I talked about Jen.
"Well it all depends on that quote, it's kind of weird but I've done most of the dissecting."
"What do you mean?" I asked yet again.
I watched as the cup of tea she held gre tighter in her grasp, her fingers turning a faint white. "You should figure this out, if I have then you should have as well."
I groaned once again holding my hands to my head and rubbing my ears as I continued to drive on about that quote.
'Isn't it crazy...how someone could find enjoyment from destroying the lives of others.'
'Isn't it crazy...how someone could find enjoyment from destroying the lives of others.'
'Isn't it crazy...how someone could find enjoyment from destroying the lives of others.'
It was seriously beginning to mock me in my mind, the quote being repeated over and over and over again as those fourteen words decided my fate.
I do know how that quote can fit into some aspects, the way Aiden would torture and abuse me was 'destroying the lives of others' more specifically mine...He would destroy lives of other omegas as well brutally killing and torturing them in front of there loved ones as they were forced to watch.
"So I'm not allowed to just accept I can be here for the rest of my life. Can I?" I asked myself, the little girls ears turning to me as she heard me speak, most likely I was quiet for a while when I was thinking that over.
"You've got part one done," the little girl said taking another long drink of tea as she watched the cup.
"Then I'm technically not allowed to fight you as well and kill you. Right?" I asked again my hands rubbing my face as I continued to think it over.
"Your getting there." She said again taking another long drink of tea from her mug, almost as if it would magically make her disappear.
"So what am I meant to do?" I asked looking at her again.
"Your doing it right now," she said again rubbing her head as she placed her mug on the coffee table, she must have a headache.
"What?" I asked perplexed again.
"Your doing what you meant to do right now, figuring it out, planning." She said annoyed as she fell back into the couch.
"So, I'm meant to reason with you?" I asked, some things clicking into place.
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Being Different (editing)
WerewolfAll werewolves are the same...beautiful, powerful, brave and can shift into a wolf. Me...I got dubbed a bad hand and I was a weird werewolf human crossbreed. Which meant that I didn't have a wolf, I had the heightened hearing, strength, speed, smell...
