The Wolf (Book 1)

My Fight

We stood there... staring at each other in the eyes.

“Who’s going to make a move first Tilyer” Mark said taunting me

“Well if this is anything like last time... you will” I smiled, trying not to show that I was scared, not for me but for the others, if I failed I knew he would kill them, Mark had no mercy, it’s just who he was.

“You’re on” he said as he stepped closer.

We were slowly making our way towards each other and soon we began to walk in a circle, always facing each other, like there was a circle we couldn’t cross. After full turn and a bit Mark had his back to the edge of the cliff and I was fed up of waiting for him to make a move.

“Screw this” I said as I lunged forwards and threw a punch. Mark evaded and swung at me; I ducked to dodge his attack and hurled my fist into his bad leg, exactly where his wound from the stake was. As my fist struck his leg blood splattered everywhere and I could feel the splinters cut into my knuckles, but that didn’t matter.

Mark’s leg gave way and he dropped to one knee on the ground, I quickly got up and punched his shoulder, and as I swung my arm around to punch him in the face he managed to grab it and threw me behind him. I tripped and landed on the ground face down, and when I got up Mark was in front of me.

One, two, three, three punches he threw, and three I evaded, before he twisted around, swinging his leg high and kicking my chest, again making me fall over. He walked over and dropped, squatting over me, holding his hands around my neck. I couldn’t breathe and I saw Chris stand up, I quickly shook my head.

“If any of you come near I will kill you to” Mark shouted seeing me nod my head

“How does it feel Tilyer” he laughed 

“Better than you will feel in a second” I said smiling

“What?” he looked confused and at that moment I bent my legs, tucked them in, and pressed my feet against his chest as I rocked back and pushed as hard as I could. Mark was big and heavy but still easy enough to throw/kick behind me. I backwards rolled to my feet and stood up. We were getting closer to the edge with every attack we made; we must have been about a meter away from the edge now, and one slip could make us fall off the edge, the thought made me nervous

Mark stood up, he was furious and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head, suddenly he shifted claws and dug them into my upper arms. Blood was trailing down my arms and dripping to the ground. I could feel each individual claw burying itself deep into my arm; I could even feel one or two of them scratching the bone.

“You don’t play fair, neither will I” he smiled as I swung me around and literally held me over the edge of the cliff.

“You move Tilyer, and I simply let you fall, catch you on the way out and then torture you in front of your friends before killing them in front of your dying soul and letting you out to rot.”

“Not my friends” I said trying not to show how much pain he had put me in.

“Excuse me?” he said slowly

“They’re my family” I said looking behind him, and noticed Joe stand up and telling the others to be quiet

“Well that’s cute” he laughed

“Hey Mark” Joe said as he pulled out the knife from his pocket

“What” Mark shouted as he turned his head 

“You’re not the only one who can throw knives” Joe said as he threw the knife at him. 

The knife landed in Marks back, causing him to shout out in pain and drop me before falling to the ground again. His claws ripped out of my arms and I began to fall.

I went over the edge and held out my arms. I managed to grab on to the rock and soil which I was now dangling from. My arms were badly hurt and trying to get up hurt almost as much as when he dug his claws in. I took a breath and pulled myself up, and when I was about halfway up the rock grumbled and my left hand lost all grip as I slammed back down against the rock. I was now hanging from one arm, I saw the rock and soil fall beneath me into the lake; the worst part was the first meter or so from the edge of the cliff was so shallow that if you fell from this height you would probably break your legs... and good luck swimming with broken legs. 

I grabbed the ledge again and pulled myself up to see Mark pull the knife out of his back and throw it to the ground before facing Joe.

“Fuck you Joe” he said as he stared at him. Mark didn’t move but I’m pretty he assumed I was dead. 

“Tilyer is going to die and now so will all of you” his voice sounded like pure evil.

I got up and ran towards him; I wrapped my arm around his neck and squeezed slightly. I held his shoulder with the arm around his neck and put my left hand on the right side of his face.

“Any last words” I said as I tightened my grip

“It’s not over for you...” he struggled to get the words out “Killing me won’t end this”

“It’s over Mark” I said as I pulled my left arm back, breaking his neck. Mark went limp and I let him fall to the ground.

I took a step back and picked up my knife. My heart started beating slower, suddenly all the stress was gone, all the worry of anyone being hurt was gone, but I had just killed someone, I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty, but on the bright side... all this was over, no more hiding, no more having to watch our backs as much, no more danger, at least for a while. I looked at everyone as they stood up and stared at me slowly before running towards me.

I looked at my arms, I didn’t realise they were this badly torn up... how much blood had I lost now? If I had been bleeding like this the whole time I guessed a lot, maybe even too much... oh crap... Suddenly I realised I was feeling faint. My vision was becoming darker and I realised I was going to black out pretty soon.

I fell backwards as Chris caught me.

“Don’t you dare Tilyer” Ashley shouted at me as her eyes teared up. Her voice seemed faint and now I couldn’t understand anything they were saying, my vision stared to fade away and all I saw was Zoe and Joe looking worried, Chris holding me and lowering me to the ground, and Ashley on the brink of tears, and then.... nothing.