Surviving The Haze ☑️

Chapter Eight

I strolled back to the hotel, a smal smile playing onto my hightened features. I pushed the cart full of scrumptious food toawrds the immense building. I had a plan, and it would not fail once I got there.

There was no way it could fail.

I reached the steps of the building. We were settled on the top floor, so it would've been a difficult task to get up the stairs with the cart... if I was human. I swiftly picked up the cart with one hand and began my ascent up the stairs. I was at the top in a matter of seconds with a smug smile on my face.

I walked up to the door and kicked it open. Damien was sitting on the couch and jumped in the air when I kicked open the door. Lucy ran in with her shotgun after a few moments, aiming it at me.

i smiled. "There's no need for the gun, Lucy."

Lucy's eyes widened as she stared at me. I knew what she was seeing and hearing; she saw my dazzling blue eyes, my blue streaks, and my blue mist. She heard the silky quality of my voice used to draw prey to the predator I was.

I was strong. I was intelligent. I was invincible.

Damien was the first to speak. "M... No!'

I flicked my gaze to his. "No what? Do you envey my power?"

Damien frowned sadly. "They got you."

Lucy's sob made me rip my hard gaze from Damien's to her's. She had a frail hand over her mouth as she tried to hold back her sobs. Tears gushed from her eyes as she took a shaky step forward.

"I've lost my sister for good," she whispered hoarsely.

Those six words erased the smug look from my face. I stared at her, my eyebrows slowly furrowing. Something was wrong inside of me, but I couldn't tell what it was. My heart started to pound wildly as i slowly dropped to my knees. My head was killing me, like something was pounding against my skull as it tried to escape.

My eyes widened as I collapsed all the way to the ground. Images flew across my vision.

I saw the little blonde-haired girl I killed in Marfa. The scenes stopped on her as she spoke.

"If the Haze ever got their claws on you, it would do nothing but make you stronger. You can't be controlled, Maia. Fight the Haze," the little girl urged.

The scenes flew through my vision again, showing me images of innocent citizens being slaughtered by Hazers or entrapped by Hazes. Infants being ripped out of a loving mother's arms and ripped in half in front of my eyes. People getting their necks snapped and heads torn clean off their bodies flashed in my mind, causing tears to run down my cheeks. Another voice sounded in my mind as the images stopped on a man with white hair and piercing blue eyes with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Go to Dallas; he's waiting for you there."

The man laughed menacingly and his arms shot out in front of him. As he did, Hazers jumped out from behind him and darted away. His glowing blue eyes bore into mine as his minions brushed past him. He raised his eyebrow, as if to challenge me.

The images began to blur past my sight again. I watched as Hazers flew from a large building and slaughtered the nearest people. I cried harder as the images became more graphic and violent. Just as I was about to look away, the scenes stopped once more.

"Only you can destroy the Haze. Do it for the rest of humanity, and avenge your mother."

The image was of my mother's final moments alive. I watches as the Hazed woman squeeze my mother's neck and swiftly punched her in the face, crushing her skull. She fell to the ground, blood and pieces of her brain oozing out of her punctured skull.