"What?" I asked, Mac's words booming in my head like someone playing drums over and over again. Mac nodded and I frowned and I shook my head. "Mac you've got it all wrong. I know my father. I've met my father when I turned seventeen."
"Well then he's been lying to you Christina." Mac said and I looked confusingly at him and he took out a photo that he kept safely in his pocket all of this time. He stuck it out to me, and I took it with trembling hands. It was a picture of my mother with a baby bump as small as a little watermelon. The sun touched her face as she looked up above the mountains in a bright yellow sundress, and the guy in the suit that held her looked lovingly at the baby bump as he held both her and me close to her. They both looked so happy. They both looked so in love. They both looked so different. I couldn't help but feel the sides of my mouth twitch with happiness in between all of the confusion. I looked up at him, a single tear falling down my face and he nodded. Who was this man? Could this really be my father? He was definitely not Seth, and I had to take a moment just to breath because once again I've been misled.
"As touching as this is girls we have two people to kill so snap snap ladies." The three girls snapped back at us but I ignored him and I looked at my father – or the man who claimed to be my father. I looked back at the picture and I felt a harsh kick at the back of my knee and I fell forward, still clutching onto the picture like it was my life.
"Hey that's my daughter you're kicking!" I heard Mac scream and he charged at her. I got up, tucked the picture into my pocket and charged at the first girl I saw. She came running at me, she threw up forearms like an offensive linebacker blocking a defensive back, but I slipped to the side, pushed the girls elbow down and away towards her back, caught her head as I pulled her head back and rolled her into the floor. I snapped her neck and she exploded into dust.
"How long have you known?" I yelled over at Mac and I could hear the groans and muffles that he made as he fought one of my most elite fighters. Even though we were in a fight I still wanted to know. Why didn't he tell me sooner? That's why he couldn't tell me about his memories. That's why we looked similar to each other. But if they looked so happy in the picture why did my mother hate me so much? "How long Mac?" I asked and he stabbed the girl in the throat, making her gurgle and she fell down into ashes. He came closer to me and he gave me that guilty look.
"Since I found you. I knew instantly that this had to be my daughter." Mac said and the other girl came behind him and he kicked her in the shins and she fell down onto the ground and before she could stand up we both stepped on her back.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked angrily and he kept quiet as he snapped the girls neck. I could hear more of them falling out of the trees and running towards us, but my focus was on Mac and Mac only. I had to know the truth.
"Christina, do you really think now is the best time to be discussing this?" he asked and I turned around to see about fifty girls standing there waiting for war. I let out a deep breath and I wanted to yell at them to go away, but since I was no longer their leader they would not listen to me.
"Yes now is the perfect time." I said as one girl came charging at me with a sword. I grabbed the tips of the sword with my bare hands, and I could see blood prickling out as the sword sliced into my skin. The girl had a surprised look on her face as I flipped the sword around and she twirled around in the air, making the others back up. I grabbed the sword with my bloody hands and I stabbed her right in the chest causing her death. I looked at Mac who seemed to be struggling with my hunter's knife and I still had his shotgun. There was only way I'd help him and that was when he would tell me the truth. "If you tell me why you didn't tell me I'd give you your shotgun back. You know you're the one that's good with guns." I yelled over the commotion and I could hear him groan. Now I knew where my stubbornness came from, if he was telling the truth. God, I didn't even know his real name or why he died. Seth used me by pretending to be my father, and he was going to pay for that.
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Nephilims Death
Fantasy'The problem with this place was that there was no resurrection in Shadow City, nor were there heroes, but only ghosts that wandered and wondered, but when wonder turned into insanity, that was when the predators were born. ' With Christina dead, Wi...
