A Girl's View

World War 3

Logan finally looks at me and takes a deep breath. "Eliza, this world is full of good and bad people. But most are not what they seem. You would consider me a good person, yes?" He turns to me waiting for my response. When he didn't get one, he continued, "I never wanted to tell you like this. I wanted all of my past to be behind me but it fails to escape my reality so here is my past. Luke is my brother and I am apart of the same gang. I left this deadbeat town to start something fresh after my family was put into danger. Allison. Oh Allison. She meant a lot to me when I was a young wolf. See Eliza? Its a lot to uncover. There are werewolves, vampires, hybrids and crossbreeds. I am a hybrid. My brother a full blooded wolf. Jacob is a crossbreed. You, Eliza, you are a hybrid like me. You reminded me so much of Allison and you helped me to forget my pain," I listen intently to his words but our moment is interrupted by gunshots and screams coming in the distance. I look behind us to see Jacob and Luke driving the car and gunshots coming from the passenger side. I interrupted Logan and ran to them and yelled to him,"Come on Logan!! We have got to get out of here!" He nods and runs after me. We hope into the vehicle and speed to safety in silence. I let all the words Logan said to me sink in. Thats why we are so powerful. That's why he always helped me. With my mind endlessly fighting the good fight, I shake my body and focus on the present. "Who's behind us?" I ask and Jacob responds, "They've found me. They want me dead." In terror I realize who he might be talking about and turn around to see that my assumption was correct and that they were gaining on us. I look at Logan and whisper, "I guess it is my time to shine." He shakes his head at me when he realizes my suicide mission but I didn't care. I hopped out of the moving vehicle, landing on my feet I run to our attackers. I hear the guys yelling my name, but what is the point of running when they want a fight. Might as well bring it to them. The attackers then slammed the brakes on their vehicle and spin around me. Eyes link. Bingo. The fear I installed in his eyes were priceless. They hop out the vehicle and stare at me. "Youve got a death wish young one. Do you know who we are?" The tall one asks. I shrug and simply reply with, "Oh, you must be the fresh meat in the Bartlett gang. But no I dont know nor care to know who any of you are. You'll be my breakfast." I lunge towards the tall one and he is fast. He spins around me and attempts to knock me off my feet. Whilst I see Logan and the boys out of the corner of my eye, with guns drawn and blood pouring onto the asphalt. I look at the tall man and trip him. "But while you amuse me," I say, "at least tease me with a name." I smirk and punch him in the face. With little to no time to reply, he quickly falls after a bullets is lodged into his knee. "Name?" I ask, more like demand. He looks at me with blood pouring down his eyes and whispers, "My name? My name is Aiden. Aiden Bartlett." I laugh and let him limp back up. "Well Aiden, youve messed with Lockhearts daughter, the Smith son, and the Johnson sons. You really fucked up so either start talking or I kill you." He shakes his head. I bash one side of his face in and he backs down. I grab him by the throat. He then whispers, "The FBI have formed a group more like a suicide squad out of the Bartlett gang. We pick down the gangs one by one and we get paid. You are the highest bounty TJ. But you were hard to track, most have died trying to get to you," he coughs blood, "tell them I died with honor." I nod my head and snap his neck. I look at my boys and they nod as I walk up to them. "We need to leave," I demand, "they will send more." We all walk up to our vehicle but not before I raid the other car for parts and money. After that, we were on our way to Lockheart territory. I look out of the window to watch the trees as we pass them, thinking to myself and finally closing my eyes for the little rest I was gonna get for a while.

Flashback

My father that night showed me he was no longer capable of mercy, love or hope. After they released me from the hospital they put me in the foster care system. When any couples looked they always turned me down, except for one single mother who was desperate to take care of a needy child. We became close and she read into my past. We moved from state to state until Chicago. We lived in an apartment on the top floor. "Eliza honey, will you come help me greet our neighbors?" I run downstairs and rush to her side. She opens to door to a young boy about my age and his parents. "Hi, my name is Logan. I just moved in beside you and its a pleasure to meet you." The young boy gave me no time to reply as he grabbed my hand and shook it. I smiled and whispered, "My name is Eliza. Its nice to see someone my age." Logan and I were inseparable ever since that moment. He held me after school when I would cry because I was bullied. He helped my foster mom cook and clean. His parents weren't around much. For the most part, he was on his own. We played on the playground everyday until the day I turned 17. We moved last minute and I didnt have the heart to tell him that i was in danger and that i had to leave.

I open my eyes to see it is pitch black with a full moon. I see Logans wolf form and he is beautiful. The brown mixed with the black splotches makes him irresitable. The car is parked behind the woods a little ways and I dont feel fear. I feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I run through the woods on all fours. My fur swinging in the breeze. The howls I hear in the distance. It made sense to me now what Logan was saying to me before ww3 happened. The freedom and adrenaline was enough for me to know that I'm alive and that I'm stronger than what I seem. All it took for me to realize that, was my bestfriend telling me and ww3 falling on our shoulders.