The Four Protectors

Thirty Four

1st Person POV

I couldn't really think past the hunger coursing through my veins. I wanted to destroy the world and then burn to ashes along with it. A little voice inside me was screaming, a pesky little thing, telling me to stop.

Why would I ever stop this? How could I ever stop this? The smell of blood made the air around me breathable, the crunch of bone had become music, and the strength coursing through my veins put me on top of the world. Now, if only I could find a way to crush that nagging little voice in my head for good.

I let the dead blonde between my paws crumple to the ground as I took another step towards the grey compound before me. Something had called me to it like a siren and I hadn't wanted to resist. I barely registered the screams around me, drowned them out like the background noise that they were, as I stepped into the building.

Was I making people scream like that? I looked down at my hands. A young woman's baby blue eyes stared up at me vacantly.

I just let her drop onto the sea of bodies that already surrounded my feet.

Inside me, that little voice was weeping, begging. I couldn't quite understand it. My body relished in this chaos but that little voice refused to partake in the fun.

I was about to take another step forward when I felt a needle go through my neck. I let out a scream, clawing at the needle. My sight turned blurry, ears ringing fuzzily and I dropped to my knees.

That little voice I'd ignored all this time finally grew louder until it dominated my entire consciousness for a split second before I succumbed to the encroaching darkness. Pain like I'd never known assaulted every nerve in my body as people's faces flashed through my mind. Lifeless eyes, torn limbs, and blood, so much blood.

A monster, I'd become a monster and the people I cared about hadn't even bothered to stop me. The words echoed through my head as I stooped over and my head hit the ground. I was a monster now.

I hoped this injection could keep me unconscious forever, because I would never be able to find a way to face all I'd done.

3rd Person POV

Desmond paced the room, presumably waiting for any signs of an imminent attack. Cassius sat on the bed eating breakfast. Desmond had shot him a look at that, questioning how he could be eating at a time like this, but Cassius had ignored him.

He wasn't going to miss his last meal.

"Is she going to like announce it over the intercom when we're in danger? How is this going to go down," Desmond asked agitatedly.

"I have no idea but I do know pacing won't help you find the answer," Cassius replied.

Desmond quit pacing and raised a questioning brow in his direction as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You're snarkier than usual," Desmond commented.

Cassius sighed and put down his frozen yoghurt.

"I'm just saying that you're wasting your energy and the fight hasn't even started," Cassius said patiently.

Desmond was about to retort when Cassius' door opened and Raphael walked in. Cassius shot up out of bed, racing over to his brother. Raphael pulled him into a hug and Cassius held on tightly.