The Mistress Inside

01| Watcher In the Woods

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Watcher in the Woods

I was running low on food.

I knew I was running out for the longest time, but never did I expect to run out this quick- I had collected this stash nearly an hour ago. Although my brain told me to stop eating, my stomach told me the opposite.

Sighing, I heaved myself from the soft grass and brushed the dirt off me.

Time to steal again.

Removing all the evidence of my presence, I slung my blue nylon backpack over my shoulder, and tied my hair into a loose ponytail.

I was sick of frozen, plastic wrapped meals and granola bars from the smaller packs. It was time to get those good platters of food, and high-end quality supplies.

It was time to break into the Royal Blood Pack.

Cautiously, I stealthily trotted to the outskirts of the Royal Pack, and surveyed the guards. Since my recent break-ins, they've increased their security ten-folds. Nevertheless, I found a loophole in the system.

You can never keep me out, Mister Alpha.

I crept along the perimeter of the barbed fence, and realized my only way to get in was scaling the overgrown trees. So that's exactly what I did- I climbed the scaly trunk of the tree. Once I was directly below the fence, I jumped and landed mutely.

Immediately, a reasonably sized house that stood close to the perimeter stood out to me. I peeked inside the home, and figured no one must be awake. I tugged at the back door and was surprised to see the glass backdoor had a simple human-made lock. With a quick twist, I yanked the lock off. Wasting no time I raided the kitchen cabinets, and heaved chips, canned foods, and dried fruit into my nylon book bag.

I continued my raid into the bathroom, only to hear a faint sound that kept on interrupting my every move.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Realization suddenly hit me as I saw the alarm system blink on and off in an inconspicuous corner of the house.

They know I'm here.

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"We've almost got her!" A man yelled.

I smirked slightly as I continued weaving through trees. Running from the Royal Blood Pack was the easiest feat to complete. The guards are painfully weak.

I zigzagged through the trees, enjoying the wind tousling my hair. One of the packaged supplies I had in my grasp fell, and I scrambled to find it.

"Shit." I cursed silently.

When I got the package, I scrambled to stand up. But it was too late; the Royal Pack guards caught up to me. They made a tight circle around me, but nerveless, I saw an opening in a weaker, less confident guard.

"Drop your items and we won't hurt you." One of the guards said.

I snorted. I've heard the lie pretty much all my life. And I'll never fall for it.

The guards growled, and in the corner of my eye, I saw one charging to me. I waited until the last minute, before I turned around, and held his arm. I twisted it in it's socket, until I heard a sickening crunch.

The man's cry of agony was suddenly drowned out. I felt myself being pushed back, and I understood what was happening. The Mistress was taking control. It felt as if I was watching, but my brain wasn't fully comprehending it. It's the same effect as peering through a pair of binoculars: not being able to ignore the negative space, yet being able to comprehend what's going on.

The guards took a hasty step back seeing my sudden posture. Only one brave guard came charging at me at full force, but the Mistress kicked him carelessly in the groin.

The guard squealed, and kneeled in pain. The Mistress commanded three sharp blows to his head, where the guard groaned and stayed down. 

At his point, the guards were backtracking. But the Mistress wouldn't let them get away. She shot gold mist from the palm of my hands, and all I could hear were the anguished cries of men.

"Mistress let me back in." I said.

The Mistress obliged, and I entered my body again. I felt dizzy and stumbled slightly at this new change, and took a second to readjust to my body.

My packaged supplies were coated with blood. I frowned and tried to wipe it on the ground. 

"Lets get going Kira. These guards could mind-link others, and cause a war." The Mistress said.

I snorted.

The Mistress went silent, and I sighed and gathered the packages. I sniffed the air for any guards, and once I knew none of them were nearby, I slung my nylon book bag over my shoulder and went on a hunt for a new location.

Little did I know, I had a watcher in the woods.