Wreak Havoc (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Memory

When Havoc reached her house again she thought she had cleared her head, but as soon as she started thinking about the reason for all this she started thinking about Seth again. Memories of him, her first memory of him, forced its way into her head.

Dark, sticky hair stuck to her cheeks like glue. Her cheeks that once had been a healthy, rose color were now pale. Cold. Dead. She didn't need to breathe, but her body still did it out of habit. If she had been able to she would have cried but no tears came out. Sobs left her lips as she fell to her knees, seeing the destruction she had brought upon this place. Her home.

Crimson blood everywhere. Her arms and clothes, covered in it, just like the floor she was helplessly leaning on. She felt the iron taste on her tongue, on her lips. She wanted nothing else but to throw up. With an empty heart and a spinning head she fell. Face first, towards the ground. The gross, loud sobbing noises turned even worse. They didn't sound human anymore. She stayed like that for so long. She had time. She didn't need to get up, she wasn't going to die now. Not now, not in a very long time. A part of her wished she could die.

Her body should have ached but it didn't. It felt heavy. It was all in her head. She was fine. At least physically, she had never been so fine before. She mustered some force and crawled on all four over to the significantly smaller body on the floor beside her.

Crimson blood in his dark, sticky curls. She held his body close to her chest rolling to the side. She sobbed, blood running down her chin as she did.

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

That's what she thought. It was what she wanted to say. The body of the young boy in her arms was limp. He was just as cold, just as dead as she was. She felt broken. She couldn't breathe. She didn't need to, but still. She gasped for air she didn't need.

This is all my fault. I murdered the one person I care about. Now I will never be able to watch him grow up, never watch him become the good person I had helped raise him to be.

Her sticky, bloodied fingers travelled through his messy hair. It was stuck in clumps because of all the blood. It was so dark. Just so, so dark everywhere. She couldn't see. She didn't want to see. She didn't want to see what she had done.

Once soft skin was now harsh. She could feel it on his cheeks as she grasped his little face in her hands. She sobbed, and she didn't stop as she pressed a shaky kiss on the little boy's forehead.

She laid like that for so long. So long, it felt like an eternity. In reality; it wasn't.

Another boy entered that house. He was about as dead as the girl, but not quite as the little boy with the used-to-be soft skin. He found her on the floor, cradling the smaller boy in her arms, and he gently pried her fingers from the corpse. He lifted her up in his arms, and carried her out of the house whispering soothing words.

It was night. No one was on the streets. No one saw them, no one questioned the bloodied down girl being carried through said darkened streets. The strong boy had such a gentle voice as he spoke, somehow it calmed the girl a bit.

"It's okay love. We all wreak a bit of havoc when we first turn."

Havoc realized she had been staring at the door to her mansion. She opened said door and finally walked in.