Warning. This chapter includes rape and suicide. Please be advised while reading. If this subject bothers you please skip to the next chapter! Thank you!
I shot up screaming my head off. Erica held me down with strength I never thought a woman could posses. I shook and tried to get out of her grasp but she was just too strong.
"Larson calm down! Calm down!". She yelled. I continued to squirm but slowly stopped. I looked around and cement and candle light flooded around us. White candles were lit and were half way melted. Old wooden bookshelves filled with books lined most of the cement walls. Feathers of all kinds hung from the ceiling flowing with the cold air in the room.
"What...where are we?". I whispered.
"Your in the basement dear. You almost died". She said calmly. She held a vile over a candle and the green liquid inside bubbled and sizzled inside. She swished it around and brought it over to me. "You need to drink this". She said.
"No way!". I yelled shoving her hand but she shoved it into my mouth. I swallowed the terrible hot liquid and I gagged.
"What was that?". I coughed.
"A formula that will help". She said while putting the vile away in a brown carved box. She set the box over in the corner and looked up at me.
"What are you?". I mumbled.
"I am many things, a whisperer, a warrior, or in your case a miracle worker". She smiled.
"That doesn't answer my question". I snapped. I sat up and kept my distance from her.
"Well in my times I was known as different things but I guess in your generation I am known as a witch". Her golden aura swarmed around her as she smiled big at me.
"A witch? No way dude, just no". I picked myself up from the stone table I laid on and dusted off my shorts.
"And what are you Larson? Human? I don't think so. Any human would have died instantly from your wounds, Hell even some supernatural creatures. So the million dollar question is not what I am, it's what you are".
"I have no idea what you're talking about". I replied.
"Oh come on Larson I'm an intelligent being, I know about your visions and trips to Hiron. The question is how? I have never heard of a being that is capable of such power". She smiled.
"Why are you doing this?". I asked tying to look around to find a door so I could escape.
"Oh Larson your acting as if I'm the enemy. I assure you I am not. From the beginning I wanted to help and I did with your wounds did I not?". She replied. Now to think of it I didn't have an ounce of pain in my body, what did she do? "After all if I was the enemy, I wouldn't let you into my house and fall in love with my son".
"I am not in love with Tate". At least not anymore.
"Larson please it's not hard to see the feelings you two share. It warms my heart to see my son so happy". She smiled to herself.
"You should have thought about that before I realized he wasn't human".
"Larson our world is the same as it's always been. We've been here long before your grandfather was even thought of. You are just now realizing it".
"I don't believe it". I snapped.
"Of coarse not. And why would you? Your entire life you have been beaten and destroyed over and over again. You're something no one has ever heard of, and your in love with a werewolf".
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The Wailing
AdventureLarson Mack is your ordinary teenager out cast. Never invited to homecoming, never done anything risky, and always kept to himself. Coming from an abusive house hold, his best friend Anna and himself, meet a new group of people who just moved into t...
