The Fine Line Between Hate & Love (Being re-written)

Chapter Five

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My fingers wrap around the side of the sink, grasping it tightly.

I don't look up, just down, my hair wildly tossed around my face. I take a deep breaths, my eyes close.

Crystal blue eyes glow in the darkness inside, but slowly... Red falls over them, falling as if running water. It was scaring me.

My eyes snap open, my fingers rake through my hair. Pushing long thick clutters of hair away from my face. I look up, looking back at myself in the mirror.

I huff a sigh.

Forcing a reassuring smile onto my lips.

'You can do this.'

I nod.

'You have no choice but to do this.'

My heart sinks.

"Yeah, okay..." I nod again my finger combing through my hair, gathering it back. Doing so... I blindly murmur her words.

"Don't be afraid of death, be afraid of a non-lived life." I pull my long thin hair through the tie. "You don't have to live forever, you just have to live."

I whisper the last words. My arms falling to my side. My long black hair was held back, but the rope of hair was draped onto my shoulder.

I look running my hands over my face, my gloves scratch harshly over my face as I do. I pull my hands away holding them in front of me. Skin tight metal covering them. From the tips of my fingers to three inches above my wrist.

I slowly, one finger at a time, bend them into a fist. Then metal moves and bends with ease, acting at if it was a thin, but stronger, layer of skin.

I step back from the mirror letting it reflect my whole attire.

A dagger rest against the side of my thigh, held there by a belt tied loosely around my hips.

My metal covered fingers brush over the cold metal handle, then slow rubbed its way up my arm, doing so with both hands, moving them up till my arms grasp my elbows my arm slightly crossed.

Cold metal was there also. Covering the outside and inner parts of my elbow.

My arms fall to my sides, my eyes looking down to my knees where over my black jean metal covered them.

The metal not only lessened the pain if struck.

But also make us hit faster, stronger, harder.

Which was what was need if you were fight hand to hand.

Which, since it was my strongest point, I was.

I would led half the Pack Warriors into battle a quarter of them in wolf form, the other quarter in human form, fighting with me hand to hand.

I twist my foot slightly the cold metal of the small blades within the inside side of my black combat boots stung against my skin

I turn slightly in the mirror my finger brushing between my shoulder blades where the Pack Warrior symbol was inked into my skin in black.

Tracing from there to my shoulder where the Beta seal was carved into my sink in silver.

I have a responsibility to this pack. And I will die proving so.

For her... For Emily.

'Okay.'

I step back, nodding to myself in the mirror, my eyes hard, ready, "Okay."