Resistance → dark h.s.

Chapter 1

Hello. This story, I think, is going to be my best one. I don't know how its gonna go and whats gonna happen. But I hope that yo guys like it and vote and comment and give me your opinions on it.
So, the idea of the mate thing is sparked up by the author of Redemption, ZerriesGap.
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I could feel his breath against my neck, hot and taunting. His breath was reeked of mint. Surprising. I didn't know who this man was; not yet atleast. "You're trembling. I wonder why?" You could basically hear the smirk in his voice. "Who would've known." He slurred. "Known what!" I spat. Hate dripping off my tongue. "The words." Hestated. I finally understood what he meant.

He meant our words. Our embedding from birth. The latin words embedded in our skin since the day of birth. "Who are you?" I questioned slowly and reluctantly. The blind fold on my eyes was ripped off and a gun was pointed at my face. The man was wearing a mask so any identification was out of the question. "Your worst nightmare."

I woke up on the floor after falling. "Fuck." I mumbled. I got up and looked at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. 6:00 am. The exact time I was supposed to wake up for school. But the sound of it didn't ring. It was silent. Glad I woke up. The clothing I set out last night were in the bathroom, sitting on the sink for after my shower. "Mercy! Are you awake?" My mother screamed. "Yes mom!" I turned on the shower and bathed.

Walking down the stairs, I get a text. Its Oasis. My bestfriend.

'Hey. You're going to school today right?'

'Yeah. My alarm hasn't been working. I might have to start using my phone again. Got to go. See you at school.'

All I got back was a 'OK' and I grabbed a monster and one of the McGriddles that were on the table, my keys and I left to go to school.

-Arriving-

Parking in the student lot was a struggle. I never got here way enough to get a good spot. I drove around slowly, looking for a spot. Luckily succeeding. I turned the key backwards and pulled it out, opening the door. Walking towards the school I looked at my arm. The word gleamed brightly reading: metus. The color of the embediment was a bright, and scarring white color. Nearly unseeable unless you focused on it. I remembered my dream and put my arm down, walking towards Oasis. She was talking unsuccessfully to our aquantinces. She saw me and sighed. I laughed.

"What took so long?" She questioned. "Parking." she 'oh'ed' and started talking to me. "Did you watch the news this morning?" She questioned me. "No, I skipped it because I took a shower this morning. Why? Did something happen?" the look in her eyes changed. To fear? "Ok, so you know who Harry Styles is right?" my throat hitched. "They've reported that he's getting closer to here. To us." My stomach was churning. This many is devillish. He's absolutely revolting. So is his gang. They've murdered and raped and I find it disgusting.

"Why?" she looked up. "The police don't know yet. They think he's after somebody. Coming to them." I started to shake. I needed to calm down. I looked down at my arm. The color was different, it was changed to a burning red instead of the bright white color it usually was. Something was wrong. What did this mean anyways? Was my love close? I covered it up with my hoodie, I shouldnt worry about it right now. The bell rang through my ears. I texted my mom asking to see if I could come home. She said I could. I told Oasis and she said she would ask her mom if she could leave too. She said yes.

We pulled into my driveway and went into my room. I took off my sweatshirt and Oasis gasped. "What the hell, Mercy! Whats that!" the word was now a blood red and it itched a lot. I didnt know what was wrong with it. I was thinking that I should probably go to the hospital and get it checked out. Eh, it's probably nothing. "It's nothing serious. It'll be gone by tomorrow. No worrying." she looked worried and uneasy. "OK.." she replied reluctantly. I smiled and I looked at my phone and saw it read 7:30 am and I was still tired. "Hey, do you wanna go back to sleep? I have a pair of shorts that you left here." she nodded, "Yeah its too early. Im still pretty tired." I grabbed the shorts from my drawer. We got underneath the covers and slowly fell asleep.

"Stop screaming, bitch!" his voice was raspy and deep. He was angry and the smell of alchohol littered the room, giving it a horrid stinch, making my nose cringe and my stomach cramp. It wasnt just the smell of the alchohol, it was the shitty smell blended with it that hurt my stomach. "You fucking bitch! I don't understand why you're still trying to leave. It will never work. I will always find you. Either me or my gang." The blindfold was still removed from my face and he still wore a mask. The only detail I knew about him is that he was tall and lanky. He stalks over people and its kinda scary.

"Why are you doing this?" he huffed. "Look at your damn arm and then look at mine. Whats similar?" I glared at him, though he wasn't lookinn at me."You fucking prick." he pulled the trigger to the gun that was in his hand, making me scream but finding out it was only a blank. "Shut the fuck up!" he roared at me. A single, lonely, tear rolled down my cheek.

I woke up, sweat covering my face and body. I sighed and looked at the time. 2:00. Oh man. My mom should be home soon. My mom knew that I came home but I forgot to ask her about Oasis. I sighed and walked to the living room and turned on the TV. It showed up on the news channel. "Harry Styles and is gang have been reported and have arrived here. There has already been 3 murders so far. All of them female and around the age of 18-28. The woman were torchered and and then murdered, brutally. These were the woman." The clock on the TV read 2:20. My mom should already be home. Hm, I wonder where she is at. "The first one was Amy Reed. She was 19 and lived alone. The second woman was Blake Shively. She was 23 and was on her way home from her job at eBay enterprise. The third woman was a buisness lady. She worked for Howard and Co. Her name was Melissa Wells."

No, no. This cant be true. No not now. I screamed. "No! No! This isnt happening! It's just a dream!" Oasis ran into the room, just in time to see my moms picture on the TV. "Hey why's your mom on the TV?" my blood boiled. "Because he fucking killed her! He fucking killed her with no regret and no fucking mercy and guilt! I will fucking kill him!" I screamed. I fell to the floor and clenched my fists, crying.