Wild Fire (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 3 - Gone Girl

Darkness.

A simple 8 letter word has so many meanings in the dictionary. A absence of light or a wickedness or evil. The darkness chooses who it wants to envelope and who are born for the light. Who it wants to control and who it wants to ruin. When such darkness overpowers you, you have no choice but to give in. The craving will get to be too much. You'll go crazy with lust. You'll lose your mind. You'll be knocked down. Defeated. Broken. In the end the darkness always wins.

Darkness is a hard thing to run from and when it cages you you have no choice but to live in it. It eats away at you until all that's left is a monster our parents warned us about. Through my life I realized that monster's who hide and spy under our bed's and closet's are really just the thing we're afraid of becoming. Some embrace it with open arms and let it rest inside their head while it manifests. Others are lead down the path when life turns on them. That was the case with me. The love for my simple life turned into raw hatred. The darkness savaged hungrily on my hate until it consumed all of me. My first lesson while in the dark is: the best way to fight chaos is with chaos.

Once you let the darkness in, it won't ever come out.

Darkness surrounds me and it's choking me. It weighs on my shoulders like a boulder and the darkness I once welcomed is working against me. The power and darkness fill the room and it sends the hair on my arms standing up. It makes me feel insignificant and weak. Like I'm a young girl who is in need of rescuing.

Convulsions of fear and pure terror shake my frame. The quiet and dark abyss of the room is deathly still and I feel as if I'm prey to a greater force. A greater force with much more darkness within them than I. I thought I hit the lowest level of darkness when I killed someone with the same blood as me running through them but compared to this beast I am nothing. Nothing but a small girl with a history of getting into some dark things. But if you meddle too long in deep, dark things, who knows what monster's you'll awaken?

The silent room is deafening to my ears. I can hear my own heart pumping blood through my body like it was made to do. Knowing that a greater power wanted to spill that blood made bile rise in the back of my throat. My eyes don't dare rest and they flicker to take in every inch of the darkness that surrounds me. My arms cover in goose bumps and I feel eyes on my every move like it can see in the dark. It is a monster, it can do anything.

My movements seem disconnected from my brain as my arm reaches out beside me. If I had complete control of my body then I would have kept standing still in fear and waiting for the monster to end it's game with me. One simple blow and I wouldn't be able to see it nor stop it. This can all be over yet this monster toys with me. It's not about the kill, It's about the game. It's about being the one in power and that no one can take it away.

At the end of the day it all revolves around power.

To my surprise my hand brushes against a cold, hard stone that I realize easily that it's a wall. A wall to a room to confine me in so I don't run from my stalker. My fingers find a switch and I flip it on, expecting a light to fill the room. It doesn't do that. A dusty glass bulb hanging in the center of the room by a almost frayed off wire flickers on to a low dim barely enough to see the ground that it's inches away from.

It casts a slight glow but I'm still in the dark along with the monster. My leg starts to take a step forward until I catch a shadow running away in the corner of my eye. It's like someone is controlling my body because I do not want to look over there but my head turns on it's own accord. Whatever I saw it's no longer there.

I feel my heartbeat race faster and my shaking frame becomes more visible. I can't deny the icy fear in my veins.

A shiver of trepidation runs down my spine and my muscles clench together when I hear a giggle from behind me. I whirl around in time to see a slight shadow running across the room and disappear in a dark corner diagonal from me. I can't see anything. Not a faint outline. Not a trace of the shadow I just saw. Not a reason to believe what I just saw is true.