Igniting Sparks

Chapter 5.

Edited by KitWulf: 11-2-2020

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His face...

The eyes of the man had rolled till they showed creamy white, mouth open slightly as if a scream was about to escape his lips, but got stuck in the middle. His body was slumped on the floor, back leaning against the wall with the head tilted slightly upwards. Limp arms hung next to his body while his skin was unnaturally pale for someone who normally had a beautiful olive complexion. A trickle of blood ran from a small gaping hole in his forehead between his eyes, down to the nose.

Azura tried to speak, but her words would not come forth. She blankly stared at the man in front of her. Her Charlie. Her man. Her love. She tried to open her mouth but her lips refused to move.

With a loud crack, his face abruptly jerked towards her and his lips started moving. His eyes opened wide exposing more murkiness as a crooked, evil grin spread across his face.

"Without you, he'd be still alive. You killed him. You put this bullet between his eyes."

Azura backed away in shock as a twisted voice emerged from between his lips. Fear gripped her heart and her breathing became erratic. The man's face had started twitching, lips going from a crooked grin to opening and closing while the whites of his eyes started to fill with blood. Azura backed away even more, then spun around trying to get this vision out of her mind.

As she spun around she saw Nora. Their eyes met and Azura could see the fear in Nora's brown ones. She was dark-skinned as was the rest of the werewolf pack she belonged to, her dark brown hair straightened and tied into a large bun on top of her head, but something was off.

Nora's lips formed words Azura could not hear, the fear in her eyes had become more and more apparent as she raised her arm to point at something. Azura followed her gesture and stood face to face with a man. He was sweaty, dirty, and wearing a stained, blood-spattered shirt that might have once been white.

His movements were jerky and slow, like his bones were not connected to each other. The worst part was his face; the features unreadable, morphing and changing constantly. Azura felt frozen, wanting to step back but unable to. He slowly came closer, limping with each step.

Something cold had appeared in her right hand, and as Azura looked down she was shocked to see herself only in a bra and pants. There was no scar marring her skin, but blood splatter covered her body. The glistening of the knife caught her attention, and with seeing it, her fear subsided, and in its place rage started to fill her.

It was like the knife triggered the immediate change of demeanor. She gripped the handle till her knuckles turned white. Azura started fuming as the rage built, all the fear inside her being replaced, burned by flaming fury.

"Can you feel it yet? You're a wild animal! A killer! You're a murderer and you'll have everyone killed. Everybody you know and love will meet their demise because of you. You're feral!"

It was unclear where the voice was coming from, but it only added more fuel to Azura's anger. It was like someone else was controlling her emotions. She could feel the flames and heat inside her become so immense that she had to let it out.

She finally found her voice as she started to scream, plunging her knife in the body of the manlike figure before her.

"That's it, embrace it! Embrace who you really are!"

Pulling the knife out, she felt the blood spatter onto her before she plunged the knife back into its abdomen. With one swift movement, she jerked the knife upwards, slicing him open from navel to the sternum. Bones are laid to waste in her wake as ribs are sliced apart.