Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]

Chapter 14: Allen, Sam, and Sam

Allen

She knocked the daylights out of me, and I mean that literally. The punch itself didn't hurt, but flying through the wall and landing on my back and head did. My body felt cold and rigid after her punch. The orange glow felt like I was encased in ice. I didn't even understand why she did it. Maybe the figure possessed her and took control of her body.

Whatever the reason, I painfully tried to get to my feet. My shoulder might have been dislocated, but that was the least of my worries. In addition to the fire, the whole house was shaking and starting to glow a bright white. I took a step forward, and my legs buckled. My left ankle was broken. It would probably be a minute or so before I could walk.

But I had to get back in the house! Donna was in pain, and Sam was possessed, so I had to do something! I tried to turn into my wolf form, but it was too slow. I really only needed my wolf mind and instincts, because I can ignore the pain when I'm in that state. I took another step forward, and another. I can do this, I thought. I walked forward, and the next thing I knew, everything exploded.

Wood, bricks, and glass flew everywhere. My arms got cut up, a brick hit me in my left knee, a small slab of wood for stuck in my side. I dropped to the ground carefully, trying not to make the pain worse. I laid on my back and for into the fetal position. There was nothing to hide under, because the entire neighborhood had disappeared.

I kept cowering until I heard nothing else hit the ground. When everything stopped, I looked at my injuries. My head throbbed, but wasn't bleeding. My ankle, and knee, had healed. The only thing that hadn't healed was my side, because the piece of wood was still in it.
I stopped being skittish and pulled it out. It felt gross, and made my flesh crawl, but it wasn't painful. The wound was already healing before my eyes. Without these werewolf powers, I'd be dog chow right now.

As I got up and looked around, I saw no trace of the neighborhood being here, aside from the street I was standing on. Where the houses used to be was pretty, perfect grass, the type you'd see on golf courses. I didn't even see any debris from the explosion.

Oh no. "Sam!" I screamed. I turned around to where the big house used to be and saw a red bubble. There were two figures inside of it, and one was on its knees. I ran as fast as I could and when I got near... I couldn't see inside. The red bubble acted like lightning, and it had orange and yellow flares flashing all around too. All I could see was the silhouettes inside. It didn't look safe to touch, but my arm had already been scorched tonight, I doubted this could be any worse.

At the moment my hand made contact, it fizzled away. One of them jumped at the sight of me, and back backwards. Samantha was the one sitting down. I took my eyes off her for a second and looked at the other figure, who was not Donna. It was a little girl, maybe ten, or eleven years old. There were tears all over her face, and she was shaking.

"Hey, wait. I won't hurt you. Come here." I held out my arms, trying to comfort her. She waited a few seconds, but she finally walked over and embraced me. I rubbed her back softly. She put her head on my chest, and I could already feel it getting wet. She was crying again. "Shh, it's okay, you'll be okay." I had no idea where this girl came from, I didn't even know she was in the house.

I looked at Sam, who had just as many tears on her face as the little girl. "Are you okay Sam? I didn't know you had two sisters."
Sam composed herself and stood up.
"I don't. Apparently, she's my niece."
"Oh. But I thought you said your sister could never get a man, could never find love?"
"She couldn't, because of the curse. That means this girl must be adop-"
I snapped my fingers angrily at her, trying to get her to shut up. I know a couple of children that played at the park who were adopted. They did not like that word. Sam understood, because her eyes widened and she shut up immediately.