We were all nodding. Then, Candice spoke up. “So.. This is it, right? The real thing? This is war, right?”
I squinted my eyes. It was weird to hear it like that. A war.. But it is. This is the final war. The war where the world as we know it either survives, or doesn’t. Simple as that. I didn’t really mind if this world ceased to exist, I wasn’t from here anyway. A lot of people weren’t. We could simply go back down under, and we’re fine. Yeah, the whole human population will be wiped out along with it, but that wasn’t top priority for me right now.
This war, for me, was about whether or not Tana lives or not. Which, she will. I’d die before she does. I see this as a mission to save the one I love, and the bonus that comes along with it, is the world is saved as well.
Michael’s ‘Thriller’ ringtone goes off again, and I look up. “Phone call” Michael mouths to us, and answers it.
“Yeah?”
I watch his expression turn grim and serious. “Sure. We’re on our way.”
I literally nearly jump out of my seat. This has to be the call, right?!
He ends the call, then turns to me.
“The flame’s turned red. It’s time.”
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This is only a small part of the coolest most gangsterest story you'll ever read.. No, it's not the best, but I take my writing very seriously, so there.
This story's bound to make you sad, happy, laugh, cringe, and will keep you reading, I promise. Yes, it's about witches, and yes, that's kind of sucky and all, but there is romance, and everyone likes a little romantic something something.. ;) But I keep the story very balanced, in all areas.
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I had been running for what felt like hours. My legs were burning, and I knew my body was about to give out. The tears that had long since dried still clung to my face. I was covered in bruises and cuts from tearing through the forest. Everything hurt-not just my body, but my heart as well. Just hours ago, I was at a motel with my mom, arguing about dinner, and now she was gone. She killed herself to protect me. That's what I keep telling myself, but deep down, I know it's not true. She was tired of running, tired of hiding. The hunters were close, too close, and to avoid being captured and tortured again, she decided to exit on her own terms. I had to get out of here fast. But I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run or hide-still, I kept going. Thankfully, I had good instincts and the one lesson my mother ever taught me: shapeshifting. I just needed to throw them off my trail. I glanced over my shoulder to see if I could spot any pursuers, but that was a mistake. I tripped and hit my head on a rock, and everything went black.