Child of the hunters

My lungs felt as if they would burst, but I  pushed herself farther,running as fast as my legs would move.I can hear my father footsteps closing in on me.My heart beat began to race, my eyesight blury from sweat and tears.The thought of losing my life to the people that gave it to me was so overwhelming that it made me think back to that  night  two  years ago.

~2 years ago~

I sat gidley in my seat staring at the food before me.I was so excited to come home to the smell of all of my favorite foods,who cares if she can't digest it anymore.My family and I have come home early from our three month hunting expodition,that we took separately,after an unexpected turn of events.Usaully my mother and father are never both at home together,at the same time.This only happens, twice a year Christmas and my Birthday.I had sat down to dinner with my family and it had seemed perfect, no yelling, no screaming, and no death threats.Today seems like it was when i was a little girl,when my family actually loved each other, making this dinner a miracle.

I felt my brain become a little overwheled with all the happiness, and attempted to go get some fresh air,but when i moved to get up the latches sprung out of her chair and over my arms and legs, holding me in place.My heart beat began to race in fear,I thought we could move past this,I thought my parents could let it go and love me again.I looked up at my parents to see my father moving closer to me with a syringe.

 "We're only doing this cause we love you, " I wanted to roll my eyes at my fathers words,because if they tuely loved me,I wouldn't be fearing for my life right now, but all I can do is tremble in fright as I anticipate what was to come.My father moved closer,needle in hand,as he prepped for the injection, as my mother stood timidly in the background.

I stared up at my fathers large figureHis large brown eyes staring intently at the bottle and syringe that he held lightly in his hand they looked so small like toys compared to him.I looked to my mother, who looked as if she was completey for this.She stood hudled in a corner,face filled with terror.Maybe i can play on her weajness, turn her against my father.

"Please don't do this.I haven't done anything, I'mInnocent!I'm your daughter,please!Mommy please?"I pleaded as i looked in her frightful eyes.

"But honey you've become a monster ,"when my mother said the word monster, it was like a giant slap in the face.My mother nodded her head,long dark brown super curly hair swaying back and forth,as if to confirm with herself that what she said was right.

"I haven’t done anything yet ! I've never killed anyone! It's not my fault" I screamed, hoping to change their minds.  

“No but eventually you will. Your kind always does ". My father said as he checked the syringe.

“Your kind? What do you mean by that I’m you daughter!” I screamed, hurt by his words.As anger and hurt boiled inside my body i felt a serge of energy and power that i've never felt before.Maybe it's the effect of my new self.I began to flex my muscles,seeing if they could break through the metal clamps holding me prisoner.

“No you were my daughter bef- ” he began to say, but was cut off by the clamps of the chair bursting off.As soon as my body left contact with the chair I begun to run.I ran through the house ignoring my parents attempts to stop me.When i bursted through the back door of my house i could hear my parents screaming i needed to be cured,but i know what their cure is,death.And I can't help but think death is definately NOT a cure for anything. I kept running and running,never looking back.I'll keep running too,I'll never stop.

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Hi guys! um im Luna and this is my first story thanks for reading and I hope you love it it's my first so please comment! Vote and Comment I really wanna hear from you guys!