For youTo my mother...
The first blow was landed to her skull...
To my father...
He turned to see his gray eyes questioning the scene before him. The instant roar of anger of questions did not distract him from his goal. He advanced, watching the man of grey eyes back
away in fear.
It's your son...
"What are you doing?"
He refused to answer as he raised his hand with the statue clutched benieth blood soaked fingers. The sticky crimson that clung to the skin felt well placed.
Or it's your daughter...
She suggested this. One of the ladies did; her advisor. He didn't want to say the slaughtered woman's name, he despised her his whole life even though she brought him into this world...and he wished she didn't. Not into this hellish realm of servitude. He wanted power; seeing her bleed upon the stone floor gave him that power.
He had killed the wrenched angel. The only damned thing he gave a damn about...not his own grandson, oh no.
He'd make him pay attention tonight.
It took years for this saga to unfold. In this time of age, the great one has passed; her bones and her followers have long sense faded away into the wind. However, this story, child, is one of how our world is now...and even now, seven millenniums after her great war, there is no lie that the world still cries out her presences. However, our story does not begin at the source of the death of the great one but at the death of one significant yet insignificant.
Rain pelted across the window as the warmth that once belonged inside was torn. The window, or what was left of it, was the after math of a scene all too unfortunately met by mortals. A child, a girl, alone yet very not. My colleagues agreed with me when I reported that night of what I had found. I worked for the Council, I was part of it but I never went to the meetings; someone was always dying and I was needed. Nothing prepared me for this.
Her body had not been mangled by the train as I suspected it would've been. The girl's
Wolf on Freeway 7Alvin knew he could feel his weight start to shift under him as he placed the paper down in shock. They weren't crossed out like Leena's name so they were still alive. They had their names and address, worse yet, they knew that they were his parents; they even wrote in 'new mut' near the names of his parents.
"Come on lets get out of here before they get back." Caleb softly whispered as he began to tug on his arm.
"Too late." Drake hissed as he peeked out the window, "They just pulled in."
Alvin ran by his side and peeked over his shoulder. Damn he was right, a black escalade had just pulled out and out of it came a woman and three men. He had no question whom the woman was but the other three...No clue to who they were.
"Great shes got some of her cronies..."
Alvin nodded as he watched them examine the door and see it had been broken into with force. Shit they were defiantly onto them. "Come on we gotta get out!" He looked around, knowing it was pointless to go out the door, they'd be
Wolf on Freeway 6Calvin and Kyle were the ones in charge of the disposing of Leena's head and body. Since burying her might lead to suspicions. While the entire woman group took some of Leena's things and laid them beside her body and head, it was an ominous feeling to Alvin to see this all over again. It was obvious by Laura's face…this was really hard for her. Katy looked rather disappointed and as for Kristy, Alvin could see she was regretting what she said to her late friend now. Caleb, Drake, and James all had built a pallet as Kyle and Calvin went to find materials for the cremation.
When the boys had finished their work for the pallet, Kyle, Drake, Caleb and James all picked up the handmade stretcher with Leena on it. Calvin was the one to lead everyone out of the manor, a head of ceremonies type being now. Alvin could only watch feeling upset slightly…but he barely knew Leena. Didn't say he was cold hearted about her death, god no, he…just didn't know her well enough to feel very emotional abo