Chapter 3: Thirteen years Later

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Song: Dead of Night by Ruelle

13 years later
"That was a good hunt." My cousin Malcom says to me while handing me a beer. I took it and placed it against my lips to drink the cold liquor.
"Yeah it was, it's great to be back in the game again." I say to him.
"Well I have found you guys another hunt." My uncle says coming in.
"Uhm I was thinking to go hunting alone." I speak up.
"Why?" Malcom asks.
" I want to stand on my own feet, I mean after my parents died I stayed here but I'm 30 now and want to go live my own life," I say siting down. "It has nothing to do with you guys, believe me."
"But But." Malcom began.
"No buts, I always knew this day would come, you leaving to find your own path in life I'm just glad that you want to follow your heart." My uncle Wesley responds.
"I love you guys." I say getting up and hugging my uncle. Then I heard the clicking of a gun. I turned around to see my cousin aiming a gun at us.

"Malcom what are you doing?" My Uncle asks him.
"Malcom is dead, he is for a while now." Malcom replied.
"What do you mean?" I ask
"You remember that shapeshifter you two hunted two weeks back, well you killed your own Cousin." He replied.
"What are you talking about?"
"Wait I say it wrong, I killed him looking like you and then I took his looks, I have to give it to him he had style." The creature says with a evil smile.
"You killed my son." My uncle says angry before pulling out a gun. He pushed me aside and shot at it. I ran to the kitchen to get our shooting flames device, don't judge the name I wasn't creative back then to come up with a decent one. I ran inside again and aimed it at the shapeshifter. He screamed when the hot flames came in contact with his skin what made him ran around the house, like he lost his head or something. The creature fell to the ground and slowly turned into ashes.

I looked behind me to see my uncle laying on the ground gasping for air. I ran towards him and let myself fall next to him. He had multiple shot wounds and was losing a lot of blood.
"No no no." I stammer while I tried to keep pressure on his wounds "You can't die."
"Angel it's okay, just know that I loved you and that I will say to Malcom that you didn't kill him." He says between breaths.
"What do I do now without you guys?" I ask crying
"Go to my elder brother, you remember uncle Bobby right?"
"The mechanic?"
"He is also a hunter. You need to go out of the house it is about to burn down." He says to me.
"I can't leave you like this." I say stubborn.
"Please.... Angelica...... be safe" he says between coughs before he took his last breath and went limb in my arms. I screamed out in agony while the tears ran over my cheeks. I stood up shooting one last glance at my uncle before I ran outside the house. I watched the house go up in flames and thought about my family, My parents are dead, the younger brother of my mother is dead, my only cousin is dead. the last relative is my uncle Bobby he was my mum's and Wesley's older brother, but I haven't seen him in years. I wiped away my tears 'I need to be strong now' I tell myself before I walked away without looking back at burning house. Today an old chapter has ended and a new one will start again.

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