The Mating Games

Fight Or Flight

Her eye lids felt heavy and she fought to keep them open. The only thing that was slightly helping to keep her awake was the temperature steadily dropping causeing shivers to go up and down her spine. She huddled more into herself, leaning against the crate she was hiding behind. Her body was stiff from staying in the same position for so many hours with out moving and the cold wasn't helping the situation at all. She hasn't eaten for the entire day and the cramping in her stomach was only proof of that. Her nose was constantly stinging from both the cold and the stench of the barn she was currently hiding in.

Today was Isabella's eighteenth birthday. It was supposed to be a celebration of coming into adult hood and something to be happy about. Why then is she hiding behind a crate inside of a filthy barn? Well, when ever someone turns eighteen they get put into the mating games. Might not sound so bad right? I mean it does have the word game in it so it shouldn't be too aweful. Have you ever heard of the hunger games? Point proven. The mating games is something that some people seem to be really excited about. Some humans think that werewolves are just about the greatest things to ever come around and think they are some sort of God to be worshipped. They'll soon realize their mistake though. The mating games are something to help werewolves get a thing called a "Mate.' Hence the name. Well, that's not so bad besides the fact that werewolves are killers with no conscience. They will kill their own kind and humans without caring. What's so great about being a mate anyways? You get to be a slave to some sort of psycho angry man dog. She couldn't understand how anyone could be excited to be anywhere near a werewolf after the war that we had with them only eight years back. She was traumatized to say the least.Isabella felt her eyes droop even more before snapping her eyes open.

She looked out from behind the curtain in her livingroom. Her heart was racing and her throat was constricting. There was blood and fire everywhere. Men fighting beast, children hugging their mothers, and dead strewn across the ground. Bodies were piled everywhere. People she grew up around and knew, dead. She covered her mouth with one hand and tears filled her eyes. Her ten year old eyes took in the scene with horror. Her mother grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the window. "Come away from the window. We have to hide sweetie" Her mother was trying to say in the most soothing voice that she could, but even a ten year old could see how much her mother was afraid. Her father and older brother both had left several hours ago and neither had returned so far and she was worried that they had met the same fate as some of the corpses that were on their doorstep. Her heart skipped a beat when there was a pounding on the door. "Hurry. Get in here." Her mother quickly brought her over towards a cupboard in the kitchen and pushed her inside. "Do not come out no matter what." Her mother was staring down at her with fear on her face. "Do you hear me Isabella?" Her mother shook her slightly and she felt a tear slip down her face as she quickly nodded her head. "Good girl. Just remember that your father and I love you very much. No matter what keep yourself safe." Her mother bent down and wrapped her arms around her only daughter and gave her a kiss on the head before slipping a locket around Isabella's neck and quickly shutting the cupboard door grabbing a fireplace poker in her hands. Isabella peaked through the crack in the cupboard to watch what was about to happen.

The wood from the front door broke with a resounding crack and her mother nervously shifted the poker in her hands to get a better grip on the heavy metal.Two men walked into the kitchen. Their eyes were glowing red and they were larger than any man that Isabella had ever seen in her life. One was shorter and had blonde hair that was matted with blood and the other taller with black hair and a scar across his brow. "Look what we have here. A beauty all by herself?" The first man looked at the second. The one with the scar across his brow laughed a little as he moved closer to her mother, but more off to the side. Like he was going to circle her. Her mothers knuckles were white from the pressure she had on her only weapon.