Every New Beginning 1
Chapt 1
Chloe POv
AN: yes, I have restarted this story AGAIN. I'm really sorry i was just really disappointed in my original text so I added more detail and back story. Thanks for reading! The second chapter should be up soon.
All of us are making the hike to the next safe house, after events that took place before we realized that we cannot stay in one place for too long nor can we trust who helps us. We only have each other, and this has strengthened most of our bonds.
It has been almost eight months since Aunt Lauren died, and a year since I went to Lyle House. Lauren was taken prisoner by the Cabal while she was working undercover at one of the "hospitals" before she died we were able to hack some of their main computers to find where they were keeping the other kids. So far we have been able to save over twenty kids from being experimented on or "transferred."
Her ghost came to say goodbye one night while we were all camping outside. I heard someone out in the woods calling my name, thinking it was Liz coming to us with new information on Aunt Lauren I didn't take anyone with me, translating everything can get very tiresome.
As I got closer to the noise I realized that this was not Liz, instantly I went in the defensive position that Derek taught me and looked for the closest weapon. which happened to be a branch the size of my arm. Holding it like a bat I commanded the spirit or creature to show itself. From behind a tree I saw someone starting to walk away, but I recognized the businesslike and natural posture.
"Aunt Lauren," I breathed. Now that I am reflecting on it I should have seen what was going to come next. I ran toward her blindly with tears misting in my eyes, preventing me from noticing the crooked root sticking out from the ground. I lost my footing and I could see her reach out to catch me but instead my whole body just kept falling, right through her hand like it wasn't there.
She chuckled darkly and without the warmth that it usually had.
"Well I guess that's just a cruel metaphor on what my help has done around here, absolutely nothing." I tried to explain to her that it wasn't true that we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for all the things she's done. I told her about the children that we saved, at that time it was only about five but they all were so grateful to her. But she wouldn't let me get more than a few words out.
"Chloe dear I only have a few moments left, please let your poor aunt say her last words." Her voice was fading like someone was turning down the volume on a television set. I didn't say another word, I wanted to hear my aunt speak. I also knew that after this encounter I would never be able to contact her again for necromancers are forbidden to summon close family members. I clutched my pendant ready to rip it off if my aunt became to strained to speak from the other side.
"No honey, don't take it off, it's too dangerous right now, too open." If these were different circumstances I would have scoffed at the fact that she was still trying to treat me like 'little Chloe' the girl who couldn't tie her own shoes, but this was not the case. I let the necklace fall from my fingers and left it to drop to my chest. She smiled sadly and continued.
"I dont have powers like you or the others, but I know that even with them I would not be using them the best of my abilities like you have this past month." She sighed and I noticed she was looking brighter and it was getting harder to see her clearly. I desperately wanted to try to pull her back just a tad but she might become offended and leave me, forever. Suddenly, instead of the white heavenly glow surrounding her it became a dirtier cream and then an amber color that made her look, well decayed.
"I could've done so much more!" She was in hysterics, screaming the same phrase over and over. Her blonde hair whipping in the air like it was alive and her blouse billowing across her body in some unnoticed wind. Her eyes were the worst of all they stared into the sky without blinking, never would I have thought someone so gentle and life could look so feral in death. Right when I thought I would go mad form the scene she was gone, but her voice was still there, in the trees, in the air and even in my head. I sat in that forest leaning against the root that betrayed me an eternity ago until Derek found me at dawn the next day. He said I didn't raise anything, but how could I not have the only thing that filled my head that night was death and evil crawling up my back and burrowing like a knife into my chest. Is that what going mad feels like?
Looking up from my horrid memories I notice a certain werewolf staring at me, and it wasn't Derek.