Thirty Five

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My eyes catch on an open piece of ceiling which allows rain to pour in.

A furious wet wind blows through my hair and makes me clench my fists.

The smell of rain should be the only thing overwhelming my senses, but it's not. The smell of blood and burned flesh is so powerful my eyes water. The room is completely dark except for a dim light that shines from an old oil lamp. I see a dark figure of a person outlined in a pool like structure. I stand still, afraid that if I move the person might charge at me. Why was I so afraid of the unknown? The old me would of charged first. This new me try's to put a name to the figure. Why was their head laying on the concrete without life? I take a step closer and moonlight helps my eyes realize who it is.

I open my mouth to scream. To try and alert anyone around. Nothing comes out and I place my hand over my mouth to prevent bursting into tears. A black mist swirls at the edges of my mind, trying to pull me away from reality into a sweet oblivion. It is unsuccessful and as I stepped closer to touch him. To hold him I realized the dire situation we were in.

Dark blood ran from an exposed deep and hateful blow from his neck. More blood from his mouth and ear. The hair that I loved so, was wet and muddy. My lips form his name, a name I have grown to rely onto for my emotional well-being.

"Cayson?" It's one word but it comes out in pain.

Was he dead?

At first he doesn't do anything at the call of his name. But I see his fingers twitch and I realize that he is indeed breathing. Even if it is barely. I try to step closer to him but I see a shadow pounce from the dark. I move back before it has the chance to grab me. The person stands in the moonlight. Rain pours onto their already dirty hair. Cayson's blood covers their hands and shirt. A deep unsated rage burns in the persons eyes. My knees shake as the person licks blood off of their exposed claw. By the monsters feet Cayson stirs and gives a moan of pain. I shift my eyes to him and begin to move closer. But the person shakes their claw in the air and tuts in voluminous disappointment.

"Oh sweetheart I wouldn't do that." He taunts "your mother did the same thing for your father and look where she ended up."

Tears fill my eyes but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of hurting me. I step back for the sake of Cayson and look at his face again. The shock of finally meeting the man who killed my family and wants to kill me is numbed by the familiarity of who he is. A family friend. My fathers friend. The Alpha that tended to always be to close. The man Cayson arrived with on first day we met.

"Arlo," I breathe in both shock and anger.

He smiles wickedly at my words. Half of his face is darkened by the night. The other half is grimly lit up by a crappy light. He takes another step forward and the smell of Cayson's blood makes bile rise from my stomach.

I can't help but stare at the blood. Wondering how Cayson is still alive. Wondering how much longer he will be if I don't act and get him the help he needs.

"He's your son-..." I choke but Arlo cuts me off.
"I had to punish Cayson," he says boredly "he didn't uphold his side of a deal."
"Your a monster," I snarl.

He picks up a wire and walks over to Cayson. He turns his face towards me with the tip of his boot. Cayson was terribly pale and almost drained of color. If his eyes were open I wouldn't be able to standup right.

Arlo uses my distraction to his advantage. I watch to late as he drops the wire into the water. Cayson's body jerks as electrocution pulses through him. A sharp gasp leaves my mouth.

"Stop," I whisper to Arlo in pain.

Tears began to water in my eyes again and I could almost feel the physical pain he was in. Arlo either didn't listen to me or he didn't care because the wire continued to electrocute Cayson.

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