Broken Walls [COMPLETED]

Chapter Eighteen

"We are here." Taylor says as we reach the airport. I casually pinch myself to make sure if this was real or not, then unbuckle my seat belt and get out the car, stretching my legs from the long ride. I put my bookbag on my back that's filled with electronics and magazines. My suitcases are carried by Taylor and Ryann as we walk through the door. "Flight one-twelve." Taylor smiles sadly. I weakly smile back, opening my arms out for a final hug. She embraces me and Ryann joins in as I hear simultaneous sniffles. We all pull away and they both turn to leave. I start in the other direction with my head lowered.

"Stop." Wolfia orders. I stop walking almost immediately and look up. "This isn't the end. We can't let our family just leave us here while they go kill themselves." She says. She was right and we both knew that, but what could I do about it. Wait a minute...

I turned to make sure that my friends weren't still in sight. Then I ran to the entrance, leaving my suitcases on flight 112. I don't bother to get a taxi or a car, instead I run, on foot. Where was I going? To Rockford. Why was I going there? Think about it, if its in between my pack and my dad's pack, it would only make since for Moonstone to set up a surprise counter attack against us. All this time, my dad's "promotion" was most likely going to be moving in the pack. Grayson was the one "scoring" his "performance" and because they realized my family would most likely be an ally to Landon, they are going to want me on their side. But in order for them to know all of this, there had to be a spy. The question is, who?

I finally reach my old house in Rockford. It was dark, vacant and cold. The furniture was gone, the old pictures of Cameron and I had disappeared. "It's a trap." I think out loud. There was a startling slow clap coming from behind me. "Bravo. You are the only one in Blazing Night that can put two and two together." A voice says from the same direction as the clapping. I soon realize that they had set not only my entire pack up, but they had a full proof back up plan, getting me. "Come on now, Carmen. You know you belong with us. Our pack is in your blood, we are a part of you. London's not." Grayson says, coming out from the shadows and whispering in my ear. I smile and chuckle. "Number one, his name is Landon, not London. Number two, how long did it take for you to realize that I existed, Jordan was a spy and Landon wasn't dead? But my pack is the one thats not smart?" I say adding sarcasm.

Grayson laughs. "You remind me of your father. What was his name again? Jeffery? Robert? Michael? Oh yeah, Christopher. Cameron, Carmen Christopher and Cassadee, your mother. When you think about it really, it's all her fault for marrying your dad even though he was a werewolf. Its sad that you and your were brother are opted for different destinies. Poor Cameron, he won't ever be a wolf. He'll never get to experience the cool things that we do. Unlike you, you seem stronger than the average werewolf." He says waking in a circle around me. 'Landon if you can hear me, Moonstone sets us up. I need you. Please hear me.' I think to him. There is no answer for several minutes as Grayson tries to intimidate me.

'If I buy you a plane ticket and have you escorted out of the state, why can't you just go along with it?' Landon replies to me in a sweet yet sarcastic voice. I sigh in relief and chuckle. "What's so funny about me threatening to kill you?" Grayson interrupts my somber moment. "If you killed me, Landon would get every ally possible to come after you." I smile, making it up on the spot. "You always have something to say, don't you, sweety?" Grayson says. I shrug and nonchalantly close my eyes. I hear the snapping of fingers as Grayson's footsteps fade away into the darkness. I open my eyes just before a bag is thrown over me and I swept off my feet.

'I can see what's going on. I want you to scream as loud as you can in three...two...one!' Landon directs. Without questioning I shriek as high pitched and loud as anyone could ever imagine. 'Now, run!' He commands me in my head. I quickly kick my leg as hard as possible as I collides into something. "Ouch!" My kidnapper yells as he accidentally drops me to the ground. I manage to bring myself to my feet fast enough to take the sack off of my head and run. "Get back here!" The kidnapper says as he starts after me. I turn to him, recognizing him as Spencer, but this time he looks a lot more serious. He holds a small, yet deadly pocket knife, shining in silver. "Get her!" Someone else yells as I quickly dodge more people. One...two...three...four...five people are now running at me from all directions and I wonder to myself if I can do one of those ninja moves where I jump up really high and they all run into each other. Or better yet, I can take my skills from when I used to be on the boys football team in junior high, and target one of them to head butt. There was a loud bang, followed by another, and then another as three predators fell to the ground. The other two stopped in their tracks, as of frozen. The looked scared, no. The looked terrified as we all look to the direction the noise came from.

"I would say that the way I saved you was pretty, mysterious." Ethan smiles, holding a gun in his right hand standing on the stairs. I smile in relief and quickly run towards him. He holds his gun steadily at the two men wondering if they should chase me or not. Ethan grabbed me by the waist and flipped a lever on his gun, before shooting at the ceiling. "A grappling hook feature on your gun?" I ask, my voice cracking slightly. "It's not a gun, its a long range stunner that temporarily paralyzes you." He replies, as our feet let go of the ground and we fly into the air, he swings forward causing us to break through the window, surprisingly feeling nothing but a slight tingle as the glass rubbed against my clothing, tearing them slightly.

He lets me go as we soar in the air quickly getting closer to the ground. I reflexively crouch in and roll as I hit the ground safely. Ethan takes a more dangerous landing, by grabbing onto a tree branch then dropping down to the ground on his feet. "Unless you wanna die, I suggest we go before they send more people." Ethan says, picking new found splinters from his hands. I nod as I try to catch my breath and come to my feet. However his breathing was perfectly fine, as if he hadn't even lifted a finger. I rolled my eyes in disbelief.

I follow behind him as we walk swiftly through the woods. "Thanks back there." I mumble from behind him. I see a glimpse of a snicker on his face as he replies. "You know, I don't usually save people. I'm not the good guy." I look up at him, again being reminded of my height difference. In public, Landon and I looked like giant and midget. But it was one of the cute little things that made him even better. "Well you should look into it." I smile just slightly showing my teeth and continuing to walk. "You wait here." Ethan orders as he finds a sturdy place to put his foot on the side of the tree. "What are you doing?" I ask while he starts climbing. "Getting a better view." He grunts, half focusing on me. I roll my eyes and decide to be cooperate for the greater good. I stoop down and explore the forest ground with my hands. Spiders, ants, caterpillars, grasshoppers and even lizards walked these floors everyday, meaning that everywhere I walk, there could potentially be a living creature under my foot. As I looked closer to the ground I saw a small, messily painted, camouflaged pressure plate. I searched around it until I found a black cord that led straight to a bolder that I couldn't see behind. I realized that as soon as Ethan jumped down from that tree, he would step on the pressure plate and something terrible would happen. "Okay so Landon and the rest should be somewhere over here, so we need to-" Ethan rambles, jumping down from a low branch and stepping directly on the plate. "No!" I screamed, but it was too late, I had already been thrown back several yards against a tree trunk. Fire enclosed me in an eruption of orange and red flaming heat. Blood trickled from my right ear, and I couldn't hear out of it.

"Ethan." I called, my voice barely audible, scratchy, dry and sticky. I could hardly breathe through the heat as it burned all of the oxygen around me. I let my head fall back and rest on the tree as I tried to stay conscious. Finally, the fire went out and everything around me disapeard, leaving me in the darkness of my mind.