Distorted Reality

Warning: Contains violence, if your not okay with that then I recommend you don't read this fanfic.

Summary: October 3rd, marks the day of my third mother, my third brother and my fathers third killing spree."Phase." He demanded. I sighed phasing, my father phased as well. La push...son...home...He thought. Now comes the forth family and I hope that once again we are not putting another family six feet under.

Main Characters: OC/Embry

Time-line: The Newborn War is soon approaching. (Middle of Eclipse)

Prologue-Shush...One Two Three...Four.

The gun shot was loud.

So loud it consumed everything, making everything seem so silent. I can't handle it, I can't look. I felt a sweaty palm placed on my shoulder tugging me down to the rotten wooden floor. Hot breaths moistened the air that seeped between my own pale cold lips. I can't believe and I never want to. Not again. I moan. Not again... When my eyes widen. My nails dig into the weakened wood, it cries in protest. I let out a scream. "NO!"

A hand covers my mouth, a harsh voice whisper shush. I know this voice. Tears slip from my eyes down my cheeks.

I hear the clicks and I know it's time.

One click...

Empty.

Two click

Empty.

Third Click

Dead.

Cold.

Gone...

In one moment, I had lost everything. Once again. I watched my mom fall, looking flimsy and in-human like. Red crimson blood gushed out of the hole that centred perfectly on her forehead. Her eyes were blank, no fear, no sadness, nothing. Only the slight smile on her face gave away the slight satisfaction for her death.

I guess id be happy too...

Cold, stone eyes stared back at her. Her killer, my father.

He looked at me with disgust. "Get up." Quickly I got up, standing on my own two feet. "W-what did you do?" My breaths were leaving me five times faster then my heart was beating. He glared at me as he quickly took out a small container drenching my mothers body with it. "Those two things on your face, are they not eyes?"

I bit my lip not answering as I watched my father curiously. "Wha-"

"Shut up." He snapped as he quickly took a silver blade and sliced my mothers stomach. I gasped. "Stop it!" I leaned forward, grabbing for the knife. He shoved me to the ground. "You will sit there and not move. Do not disobey." He growled, his blue eyes glowing with fierce anger.

He took her blood, dripping it into a little container. He shoved the small glass container in his pant pocket. "Get up. Go outside and phase." He demanded.

"But what about Mitch!" I yelled looking at him panicked as I quickly looked over my shoulder. He was gone. "Mitch!" I screamed.

No Response.

He shoved me out the door and into the night. The full moon glared down at us, shinning at us with deep hatred. We were killers, even of are our own kin. I just didn't think it would come to this. My father took out a match, sparking it with flame.

He threw it at the house.

And the only thing I could think was not again.

I closed my eyes looking toward the forest and away from my resent home that was now engulfed in flames.

"Watch." He demanded.

And I did, I watched my house become ash. "Since they never fought as a Nairazon, they will die as one."

My mother was in a better place now even if father had his doubts.

He placed his hand on my shoulder, turning me so my back faced him. He tore a part of my shirt so my back was exposed. I knew what he was about to do. I felt the slice of my skin and the smell of my blood.

The dull nail he had in his calloused hand tore my skin apart, I winced. Another mark. Another mile-stone. Another kill.

"Well done." He muttered as he pushed me into the forest. "Now Phase."

"Why? Where are we going?" I asked stumbling over a loose rock.

"Phase." He demanded.

I sighed phasing, soon I felt the shimmer. My father was phased as well.

La push...son...home...

I heard him think.

That's what he said last time. Last time it was New York, I found my mother and my brother. We were happy until the phasing became more constant, less controlled.

October 3rd 2001, marks the day of my third mother, my third brother and my fathers third killing spree.

Now is a new time, where I can only hope he can control his phasing being less of an animal and more a human. Now we meet the forth family and I can only pray it will not be my fathers forth kill.

I look at him nervously, afraid. No one should fear their father, but I do. He growls at me. "Move." Then sprints off, I follow as always.

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