Hurt

- Chapter 1 -

My chest begin to hurt, my stomach begin to churn, my heart begin to race. My life, once again, begin to crumple as I run through the woods, too broken to shift or use any magical abilities. Blood dripped through my body, some of mine, some of other's. I didn't need to look down to know I was injured. God, know one with the amount of pain I'm in would need to see it to know something was terribly injured. We where so far into the forest, for my protection -for others protection from me and what I threat- that I knew I'd never make it out in time. Even if I did, to who would I go to? Some much of my time spent out of civilization I hadn't any friends, or any family members living, not that I knew of anyway. Well I did have an uncle, but I doubt he like me enough to help. Even if he did, I'm too far.

My feet ache as I continued to run at striking speed west, out of the woods. I still couldn't fathom what had just occurred. My parents, had they died, been killed, been slaughtered yet? No amount of training could prepare me for this. No amount of lesson, or teaching could prepare me for the potential loss of my parent. I'd hope I'd never had to face it. I've lived for so long, sworn to keep the rest of my family living, and here I am running away, like a coward, allowing my parents to fight for me. As much as I asked the universe, and refused to acknowledge that truth, that I prayed they would be okay, I knew they where gone, and not by the stinging in my body that comes from the lost of someone you love as a angel, but by the way the trees bowed, how the flowers frowned, by the water sudden stillness as I stopped. They where gone. I was alone.

And it was all My fault.

They're dead. I fell. I was feeling so much hurt, so much hatred, and so much invincibility. Hurt for the loss of my last living family, hate for those who killed them. Their only fault was birthing me. Though some may argue that the living's cruelty, and fear was, in the end, what caused their heart to stop beating, I knew I was the true monster.

Hate for such unfairness. Hate for such life we where forced to live - I forced them to live.

And lastly, what scared me the most, is the invincibility I feel. I only ever stopped myself from hurting others, from letting my instincts take over, because of them. To afraid of hurting them in my out-lashes; to afraid to no longer love them. But I no longer have them. If my parents ever taught me something it was that my humanity, the very thing that makes me, me, is harder to keep with my abilities. But so what if I go ramped, and wild. There's no one who can affect me like my family could. And even as I contemplate what to do, if i manage to live, I know that, at least for my families memory, I must stay....human like.

Not even when my five other siblings died, did I ever feel the endless cold I feel now. Not when Indiana died, not when Dylan died, not when Asher died, and not even when Arden died. God, I wish they were here, such horrible fate. A fate that I gave them. I feel, so sad, lost, these whole emotions I can't even explain, but with them, when my siblings had died, I felt nothing, I was nothing. I knew it was supposed to hurt to lose them, which is why I felt wrong -off-, but I didn't feel, not really, I wasn't anything. That helped me. I think the universe knew I would drown in emotion if I actually felt, so they didn't let me feel, but the beyond is not so generous tonight.

No, the beyond had finally decided to punish me. Not that I object, I did this to myself. And I think deep down this pain was long overdue. For I was apart a world of Monsters that human tell to their children when they misbehave, the monsters in the stories they tell around the campfire, the monsters that they -obnoxiously- dressed as, the monsters the devil doesn't even speak of.  But in the real world, my world, those monsters feared me, I was their monster. I was the real monster, and I deserved everything that meant agony. And they had every right to fear me; to hunt me.

I heard the brush of leaves, the sounds of winds as fast as bullets, the sound of cowering organisms. I was not fast enough, and I had known the second I began to run. I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder, but I didn't look, I needed to keep running. I felt pain in my stomach, and not knowing how, I was on my back. I looked to my shoulder, there was blood, I was stabbed, the knife was clearly diamond. I'm gonna die. I looked up, twenty people, the size of a mini giant, where in front of me, arms at the ready. I was surrounded.