Reservations: A Twilight Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Stephanie Meyers 'Twilight'. If I did, I would definitely have written Embry into the story more so than he was.
Carter was not a happy person right now; not at all. Charlie asked her to join Bella in Port Angeles as she went shopping for Prom. Bella didn't mind the older girl, not really. The only thing she disliked about her was the obvious trust that Edward placed in the hands of Carter; the familiarity he shared with her. Bella wished to have a relationship with the bronze-haired Adonis, any connection with him at all, and she sincerely hoped that Edward didn't harbour any romantic feelings towards the young woman because that would make her dreams for the future impossible. Bella shook her head. She could feel the jealousy building up within her as she dwelled on Edward and the way he was around another girl, around a girl that wasn't her. Okay, so she lied. Bella Swan had a bit more than a grudge against Carter. The young woman was an important factor in Charlie's life, in the Cullen's life; hell she was even an honorary member of the Black family.
"What about this one?" Jessica asked for the seventh time that afternoon.
"Yeah, it looks good Jess."
"That's what you said about the other ones." She huffed.
"This really isn't your thing, is it Bella?" Angela asked kindly.
"No. I'm sorry guys. Look, Carter's just arrived and Charlie wanted her to accompany me this afternoon. I'll go to the bookstore or something and meet up with you at the restaurant."
"Sure, no problem."
"Oh my God, what's wrong with your Dad? Good luck Bella, you'll need it more than us." Jessica said.
Bella walked outside, making her way to Carter who was currently checking her phone.
"Hey Carter."
"Hi Isabella, I'm sorry about this by the way. Your Dad just doesn't feel like it's safe for anyone to be walking about in Port Angeles at any time of the day alone."
"Uh, no problem; I get it. I wanted to check out a few bookstores actually."
"Have you ever visited my shop? I mean the shop I work at."
"Not yet."
"Do you want to go there first and then we'll head off to the shop you want to check out? If you find a book you like I can give it to you for discounted prices." She said with a warm smile.
"Sure. That'd be cool."
They didn't spend long in the second-hand bookstore that Carter ran during most of the week.
"Uh, there's a book I wanted to check out from that new shop."
They made their way into the new little Tribal bookstore.
"Hey beautiful, when was the last time my eyes were gifted with such a sight?" A Quileute male spoke. Bella shift awkwardly as the man took Carter's hand and brought it to his mouth.
"You really want to do that Tony?" She asked, clearly knowing the man.
"For my own safety I really shouldn't." He then kissed the back of her hand. "For my sanity's sake I had to."
"Cheeky twat. I didn't know you were working here."
"Then you also didn't know that I own this shop. Outsiders love the tall, dark and handsome Quileute males so they've been coming in and buying books they'll clearly never read." He then turned to Bella. "What can I do for you today?"
"This is Isabella Swan, Charlie's daughter."
"Ah, the infamous Swan child. Welcome to my humble store. Feel free to browse around." He said, bowing with a flourish. "I am Tony Ku'ane, at your service."
"Uh, nice to meet you." She said. "I'll just look around."
"Well she's about as cheerful and friendly as I've heard." Tony said. "What are you doing here with her? She doesn't exactly look like she's happy."
"It's just her face. She can't help it." They shared a quiet laugh. "Charlie asked me to play bodyguard; he didn't want his daughter wondering the streets alone at night."
"Ah, that explains it then."
"How long have you been here?"
"Well I grew up on the Reservation, La Push, which is just outs-" He laughed at the face Carter pulled. "Only a week and a half. I've been stealing your customers. People just can't resist coming into see this." He said, pointing as himself and gesturing towards his body.
The two chatted about various things, mainly the progress of the Park Rangers program that Paul and Sam had set up.
"So it's doubling as a community watch type of program as well right?"
"Sure is."
"How can I get in?"
"There's an extensive application process. You do know that you'll be put before the Elders right?" Tony paled. "I'll take that as a no."
"Those old guys are still after my blood for that little accident."
"You nearly burnt down the entire forest of Forks and La Push!"
"It was an accident!"
"You purposely did it!"
"I only wanted to see what would happen! I was young and stupid back then. Give a man a chance!" He said in exasperation.
"Um, excuse me. I'd like to buy this one." Tony turned around and walked back behind the counter.
"No problem Isabella. Is that all?"
"Yes please, and it's just Bella actually."
"Alrighty then. Did you walk here?" He asked out of the blue.
"Uh, yes." Bella answered.
"Do you guys want a lift? I'm closing up shop in a half hour; it'd be no problem."
"No thanks. We're fine. Carter knows where we're going and I'm already late."
"It's fine Tony. I'll see you when I open up shop tomorrow."
"If you're sure." He said. He sent Carter a look and she just shrugged. He had an odd feeling about tonight, like something bad was going to happen. He tried shrugging it off but it remained at the back of his mind, nagging him.
It was ten minutes later that Carter realised they were being followed. The reason she missed it was because she was expecting a bunch of drunken youths, not a group of thugs. She heard a whistle. Bella stiffened next to her.
"Just keep walking Isabella. If we ignore them, they'll leave us alone." Bella was sceptical of this theory but kept her pace as Carter continued to speak with her. "Have you got a phone with you?" She asked.
"No, I left it with Jessica and Angela." Bella was going to question Carter but stopped short when she realised that there were two people headed towards them, another coming up from an alley they were passing.
"There's another two people behind us." Carter said. "If they do anything, anything at all, I want you to run and get help. Here's my phone. Get ready to dial the police."
"Hey Ladies, lookin' for a good time?" A gruff voice said from behind them, closer than what Carter had expected.
"I think they are Dave." The two that were following behind them, Dave and whoever the hell the other guy was, were now within arm's reach. Dave grabbed Bella's shoulder, dragging her part way into the alley and Carter immediately took charge of the situation.
She punched one of the men in the face before turning to Dave and pushing his arm away.
"Run Isabella! Go and get help!" She let out a yelp when Dave's arm shot out and encircled her neck. "Fucking run!" Bella didn't need to be told again and legged it out of the alley and up the road.
"Leave her, we've got this one." Dave called. "Hey, hey calm down Doll-face. We just want to get to know y-" He was cut off when Carter threw her head back, connecting with his face. He loosened his hold and Carter shot out of there, forgetting momentarily about the four other people. She remembered them quickly enough when she was tripped by one of them.
"Help! Help! Help!" She screamed as loud as she could, hoping to get somebodies attention from somewhere. She highly doubted that there was literally nobody around. "Help!"
"Shut her up Mark!"
The man who she now knew as Mark turned towards her, running and tackling her to the ground. She cried out when she heard an audible 'pop' sound from her shoulder. She kicked about and tried her best to get back up, ignoring the pain and favouring her right arm as she went to stand. "Help!"
"Shut the fuck up Doll-face."
"Fuck you." She said, and ran, once again towards the entrance to the alley way. She barrelled into the two men who were standing guard, hoping to catch a break, but that was not to be. Both men took hold of her, lifting her up and slamming her into the ground. She let out a groan as the breath was knocked out of her. Dave sauntered over.
"We don't get many who put up a fight, Doll-face. I'm thinking that we'll keep you for a bit." He whistled, calling over Mark who had been dusting off his clothing while she had attempted to make her escape. "Get the car."
She called out again and was beyond surprised when Tony came racing around the corner, baseball bat in hand, a few minutes later.
"Carter?!" He yelled. "Mother fuckers!" He ran into the alley swinging the bat like a pro. "Let her go you sick fucks!" He screamed, hitting one of the 'guard' men in the face before the other caught the bat in his hands. Tony kicked out at the guy, hoping that he'd lose his grip on the weapon but the man, built more solid than Tony was, simply wrestled the bat from his hands without too much effort. Carter was still struggling in the grip of Dave who had a tight grip on her good shoulder and had kicked her legs out from under her.
Mark turned up in a small, beat up, five seater car and jumped out, keys in the ignition and the car still running. He popped the boot open, pulling out rope. Dave smirked down at Carter, grabbing a handful of her hair as she clawed at his arms, drawing blood.
"You really are a feisty little bitch aren't you? You should stop that, Doll-face, otherwise this isn't going to be as fun for you as it could have been." He dragged her up, Carter now standing, and motioned to Mark with a nod of his head.
Carter stepped on Dave's toes and he jerked his arm back. Figuring that she couldn't be in any more pain then she was, Carter turned, her hair twisting and pulling violently against her scalp. She buried her fist into Dave's stomach, not that effective, then took a step back before rearing her leg backwards and driving it into his nether regions. He doubled over and Carter turned around just in time to be completely blindsided by Mark, his fist colliding with the side of her head, rendering her almost unconscious.
Tony wasn't having much luck either. He'd been given a beating with his own bat. He remained curled up on the ground until he properly registered that he was no longer getting beat. Hearing a car roar to life, he looked up in time to see Carter get shoved into the trunk of the car. She didn't seem completely with it at that moment in time but Tony, spotting the nasty mark on her face and the blood, guessed she didn't have much of a choice. He got to his knees and stood up shakily before gaining a bit more stability. The car drove forward before turning, heading straight for him and he frantically jumped out of the way. He scrambled to his feet and tried his best to chase after the car. When it was out of his sight he immediately picked up a phone, Carter's phone, that had been dropped by the entrance of the alley. He dialled police.
"Emergency service: Police, fire or ambulance."
"Police. Forks, Washington."
"Putting you through to Forks Police Department." He was pacing around and nursing his nose at the moment.
"Forks Police Department: What is your emergency?"
"There's been an abduction." He gave his current location, along with the licence plate number of the off-white car.
''
The Shifters were running the borders of Forks and La Push after a local called in a suspicious car that had been abandoned on the side of the road: a white, beat-up, five seater car. It was nearing three in the morning now. Carter had been missing for a good six hours now and it was playing upon everyone's mind, weighing heavily upon their conscious.
The Alpha had been sticking to the outer borders of Forks and La Push. He paused in his running for a moment. He thought he might have, wait, he could smell her. Carter had been nearby. Embry, Jared and Paul immediately began running towards his location.
"No." He said. "Meet back at Emily's." He ordered. Paul bristled but heard the reasoning and backed off, telling the other two boys to follow after him. Sam was worried about the control of all of them, even himself at this point, and didn't want them to end up phasing in front of the Forks Police Force.
Sam followed the scent; it was getting fainter, the smell of blood overwhelming him. The metallic scent, he could taste it in the air. He steeled himself and kept going, unwilling to change back just yet, in case the threat was still around. He cautiously made his way towards the sounds of shallow breathing and immediately let out a low growl. There was a man, a man who was barely alive at the moment. He let out a long howl and waited for one of his Pack to shift. His Pack brother saw what Sam was seeing and awaited his Alpha's orders; Embry watched on, staying in his place so he could relay information to the rest of the Pack and to Charlie Swan once Sam had finished investigating.
He followed signs of a struggle, of a chase. Sam cautiously stepped out from behind a tree and Embry growled and let out a low whine. Knowing that he needed to leave and get help, Embry shifted back and ran as fast as his legs could carry him back to the makeshift base camp. Sam shifted back as well and made his presence known.
Carter looked to him, eyes blank, body trembling and with tears in her eyes. She had a rock clutched within her right hand in nothing short of a death grip. Her clothes were ruined; her shirt hung loosely around her shoulders, the left side of her tank top had been reduced to shreds, revealing half of a black undergarment that was saving her from being exposed completely. Her hair was wild; twigs and leaves littering the long tresses of her hair. She sat at the base of a tree, legs underneath her, left arm hanging uselessly by her side. Her face was coloured various shades of an ugly purple, blue and black, as was most of the skin that was showing. She was bleeding here and there; one wound looking particularly nasty and Sam was taken aback by how empty the girl looked; how lost she seemed to be. His little sister looked broken.
"Car?" He said, walking very slowly towards her, hands out in front of him as if he were approaching a scared animal. "Car, it's me, Sam; it's your big brother." He reached a hand out and was almost crushed when she flinched and made to move further backwards, losing her balance. Sam caught her, but had to take a step back to reign in his control. He now knew why the tracks he was following were so odd: the man had bound Carter's legs together; her arms too by the looks of it, but the girl hadn't gotten around to properly freeing her feet of the rope. Carter let out a small sound before she turned back to Sam and recognition flashed through her eyes. She was back with him now. She stared at him for a moment longer before bursting into tears, sobs wracking her small frame and breaking Sam's heart.
"We're going to get you all healed up, okay? But I need you to trust me alright? I'm going to pick you up Car." He gently placed one arms under her legs, the other around her back and hoisted her off the forest floor.
Charlie ran towards Sam, as did the rest of the task force and volunteers, full pelt when he saw a figure being cradled in the man's arms but froze up as he caught a glimpse of the young woman who he called a daughter.
"She needs a doctor. Now." The paramedics came rushing over, gently removing Carter from Sam's arms and the girl let out a cry of protest. "I'm right here Car. Right here okay? I won't leave." Sam assured her, sending a look to the paramedics, daring them to send him away. They loaded the ambulance and Sam gave them general directions to where he found her. "There's a man there; he's was breathing when I left, just barely though. She put up one hell of a fight." Sam said and entered the ambulance himself, taking one of Carter's hands in his own, letting her know that he was there for her.
''
Carlisle Cullen was beyond shocked when Carter was brought into the hospital bloodied and beaten.
"Female, eighteen years: trauma to the head, multiple lacerations and internal bleeding. Left shoulder is dislocated. Puncture wound to the lower abdomen." He looked to Sam, questioning why he was still here. "She won't let go of his hand. If he moves too far away she screams." The nurse explained.
"Carter?" The doctor's velvety voice soothed her somewhat and she hesitantly released Sam's hand. "I'll come and call you when I've finished healing her." He said to the Werewolf. Sam nodded.
"You've got a magical voice Doctor." The nurse said, amazed that the girl had listened to some sort of silent command from the beautiful man.
''
It wasn't too long after that Carlisle returned to the waiting room. He almost laughed aloud at the sight that greeted him. The entire room was filled with members of the Quileute Tribe.
"She's sleeping at the moment. I've given her some pain medication and a sleeping pill. Her body needs to rest."
"Wha-What happened to her?"
"If you don't mind I'd like to talk to Chief Swan in private. Samuel, you may join us as well."
The two men walked with Carlisle as he led them to a small office on that was on the opposite side of the hospital.
"Sorry about that. I just wanted to make sure we didn't have any eavesdroppers." Carlisle said with a polite smile, looking to Sam, conveying that it was for that sake of the wolves that they had to move. He didn't want to risk any of the boys shifting inside the hospital.
"Carter had the onset of hyperthermia; she was outside for at least three hours. She had ligature marks on her wrists and ankles, indicating that she was bound. The bruises were deep but allowed for enough circulation to get to her hands and feet. She had multiple lacerations and bruises to many parts of her body. A puncture wound to the stomach was cleaned and stitched. The wound itself indicated a clean entry and exit: judging by the wound I believe it she was stabbed with a small blade of some kind. She's in a stable condition physically but I am worried about any emotional damage that may have been sustained."
Charlie and Sam looked at the doctor solemnly. The Chief of Police spoke up then, asking a question he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to.
"Was she….Did he?" He got out.
"The staff is unable to do any tests for that particular type of injury without the consent of the person. As Carter is eighteen years of age, I will need her to be conscious and in a right state of mind to consent."
"So you have your suspicions?" Sam asked.
"With the various injuries, the trauma to her body: it isn't something that I would rule out." Sam left the room, heading straight out the emergency exit. "It is quite a lot to take in and even more so to accept. You may go through and see her if you would like. I'd much rather have one or two visitors at the moment. I'd rather her not be overwhelmed by people when she wakes up."
Charlie nodded and headed back towards the waiting room in a trance-like state. Paul was the first to get up and begin interrogating Charlie.
"I think it best that Sam show you the conversation. Right now though, she needs you with her. As long as you're able to stay in control, you're allowed up." Paul nodded, his concern for the health of Carter outweighing any anger he felt towards the situation, making his way to Carlisle and getting the clearance to go through to the wards. Charlie turned to address everyone in the room. "Let's uh, let's go folks. She needs her rest."
A fellow officer walked into the waiting room at that point in time.
"Hey Chief. Is the young woman awake? We need to get a statement."
That sentence was met with nothing but disbelief and anger. Jared and Embry stood, prepared to show this officer exactly where he could shove his notebook; Billy caught their attention and shook his head.
"She's in no condition to take a statement and she won't be for a good ten hours."
"Sorry Chief. I'll come by then."
''
"Paul?" The man in question was wide awake and by her side in an instant.
"Yes love, it's me."
"Sorry."
"How are you feeling?" He knew it was a stupid question but he needed her to keep talking, needed to hear her; he needed to know that she was alive. Her voice was quiet and hoarse and she sounded scared, hesitant.
"Better."
He wanted to ask what happened. He wanted her to tell him, to trust him; he knew that she'd tell him soon enough though. The two of them sat there in a comfortable silence. Paul laid his hand on the side of her bed and couldn't help a smile from gracing his face as she ever so slowly inched her hand towards his, holding it in a feather-light grip.
''
"Do you mind if I stay here while he takes your statement?" Charlie questioned her. There needed to be two officers at the very least and Charlie wanted to hear what happened. Carter had refused to have any invasive tests done and Charlie wasn't sure whether that was a good sign or not. Carter shook her head and Charlie took to standing by the foot of her bed.
"Can you tell me what you remember?" The officer asked, her face relatively blank as she prepared to write. Charlie had requested that a female be there to take the girl's statement, hoping to erase some discomfort and awkwardness. Carter began, speaking about why she was in Port Angeles and what she was doing along a deserted street relatively late at night. Charlie froze when she mentioned Bella.
"And what happened next?"
"I distracted the group. I think I punched someone in the face and then I hit Dave's arm and told Isabella to run. She looked like she was going to stay for a moment but went, just like I told her. I don't know how long it took for her to find help." She took in breath and continued on, asking about Tony's health when she got to speaking about the heroics of the man.
"Do you know where they took you?"
"I remember them opening the trunk and pulling me out. There was a road and trees. I don't know where I was. It seemed like hours before they stopped the car. They stopped somewhere before that but I couldn't tell you where."
Charlie listened as she talked of what happened in the woods. She was let go and chased down by the men, they disappeared from her sight then caught back up with her, playing a sick game of cat and mouse; just when she thought she just might have lost them she was caught again.
"Now, I've got ask this: Did any of the men-"
"No. They tried but no."
"Did they touch yo-"
"Yes."
"I need you to tell m-"
"They didn't do anything more than that." Carter said in a steely tone, a stronger voice than before. The officer paused at the change in volume and looked to Charlie before concentrating on Carter again.
"Okay then Miss."
The rest of the morning was spent talking about the lead up to her being found by Sam, where the other missing three men might have been and what she had done to the man they found in the forest. The woman called into the station, giving general directions for the other officers to follow, telling them where they would find the three others. Carter didn't want to look at Charlie at the moment. She'd made it very clear that she held Bella responsible in some way for what happened to her and knew that Charlie had cottoned on to that fact.
"I'm sorry Carter." The Chief of Police said as he exited the room. "I'm so sorry."
''
Carlisle had heard the statement as it was being made and decided to take a break. There was a more important matter to deal with and he'd be dealing with it immediately.
Upon his arrival he mentally called out to Edward. His family didn't know yet of what had happened to Carter.
"Edward, where were you last night?" At this most of the family came down; all of them asides from Alice.
"I was with Bella. Why?"
"What were you doing with Bella"
"Carlisle, why is this important?" He saw a sort of hope flash through the eyes of his father-figure and had no idea what this was about.
"Answer the question son." Edward looked around at his siblings and, for all intents and purposes, his mother. Jasper was looking intently at Carlisle and Edward, reading Jasper's thoughts, was also wondering what had the doctor on edge.
"We drove around for a bit; we talked. I took her to dinner and then we went home."
"Alice's vision, the reason you were there in the first place, did any of that happen?" Edward was about to answer when Carlisle's mind conjured up the memory of Carter being rushed into the hospital.
"No." He said in breathless whisper. "No."
"Did she say anything to you Edward?"
"No. I swear I didn't…I didn't know that she'd-"
"Alice." Carlisle called out in a stern voice. "Get out here now."
"What's going on love?" Esme asked.
"Alice. I'm running out of patience." Carlisle then gritted out, his usually calm and welcoming face was anything but at the moment. Jasper tried to send some tranquil feelings towards the man. "Thank you but please don't Jasper." Alice finally appeared.
"Yes Carlisle?"
"Did you see this happen? Did you know?"
Alice didn't have time to cover her thoughts and Edward staggered backwards, as if he had been physically pushed.
"You saw." He whispered.
"What's going on?!" Emmett asked, getting a little more than worried right now.
"Carter was attacked last night. She was beaten, she was abducted and she spent the night running for her life through the woods as a group of men….." He trailed off; his sentence left hanging in the open. "Did they touch yo-" "Yes." The memory ran through his head, along with the cold tone of Carter's voice as she answered the police officer.
"They what?!" Edward said, anger building within him. "You knew they'd go after her? Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you tell anyone? What's wrong with you?!" he shouted at Alice, stepping towards her threateningly.
"I can't see her; I can't see Ca-"
"I can read minds, Alice. You slipped up."
Jasper remained silent and stoic as he watched the family. Alice did look towards him at one point but he paid her no mind, focusing instead on the emotions that were being projected by the small Vampire. He could feel it, the disbelief, the betrayal but most prominent was the anger she was feeling; anger that was directed towards both herself and at everyone around her. His eyes narrowed in on the pixie's form.
"What did you see Edward?" Jasper asked.
"She heard her; saw Carter briefly struggling in the arms of a man. Bella had run off and Carter screamed for her to get help." He was going to be doing a lot of self-loathing this century. He had been so close to her when she needed him; when she needed help and was asking for it. Carter had been beaten, scarred physically and mentally as he drove around and watched a girl eat dinner; a girl who had been there with Carter, a girl who had, once again, been saved by the older girl and that was the thanks she'd received: abandoned and forgotten, abducted and abused.
"Talk. Now." Carlisle ordered the pixie. "I don't want to hear any excuses; I want the facts and I want the truth." It was going to be a long night in the Cullen household. It wasn't that much of a different situation at the Swan house either.
''
"How could you have forgotten?!" Charlie had raised his voice at his daughter for the very first time in her life. He was unable to help it though. He couldn't get his mind around the fact that his daughter could just forget that she was grabbed by a stranger or that she left somebody in the hands of said strangers and didn't call for help.
"I don't know. I just, it was all so fast and I meant to call for help but then-"
"Then your boyfriend showed up and you two had a good old time while Carter was being abused by a group of men? Is that it? Isabella Marie Swan you better give me a better answer than that."
"No! You can't blame me for what happened to her!" Bella stormed off and locked herself in her room. She couldn't believe she'd forgotten about Carter. The girl had saved her from God knows what and she did feel guilty. However, she didn't think she should be blamed for whatever it was that happened to Carter. She wasn't the one that attacked them; she wasn't the one that hurt Carter, so why was her father acting like she was the perpetrator?
Charlie picked up the phone after the fifth ring, hoping to sound calmer than he felt at the moment.
"Charlie Swan speaking." He answered.
"Chief Swan, we found the three bodies, well, what's left of them. An animal got to them. We think it may have been a bear; it's a mess up here Sir."
"I'll be there soon."
When he arrived at the scene he was almost sick. The kid wasn't kidding when he said it was a mess. One section of the forest had been painted a crimson red, entrails hanging from the trees like some kind of macabre decorations.
"A bear?" He asked as he gingerly stepped towards the scene. "How do you figure?"
"Well we think it was wolves and later a bear. There are tracks that have been identified as both species of animal found around the area Sir. We believe they were taken down initially by the pack of wolves before a bear scavenged around and finished off the rest of them."
''
"I did what I had to do." Paul said to his Alpha, refusing to bow and take punishment for his actions. "Do you know exactly what they did to her Sam?"
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. Paul must have read the statements. Charlie would have granted him access.
"You read her statement." He had yet to read what was in those documents but if Paul's reaction to them warranted what he just did, Sam was sure he knew what was in those pages. "Paul I can't just let you-"
"You didn't. I went and did what I had to do in order to protect my soul-mate. It needed to be done." He said, his tone of voice harsh, practically spitting out the words.
"You ripped them open and tossed their insides around the forest."
"And they're lucky they were alive for only the beginning of that. You can't punish me for this, Sam. Alpha or not, I will not take the punishment for this."
Sam could see Paul's control wanning. The man had a point and wasn't about to yield to him. This was new. The Alpha had never experienced someone knock back an order before and it had him wondering about the other boys. It must be an imprint thing, he thought.
After a tense moment of staring down each other down, Sam nodded to Paul and headed back to his house, hoping to forget what he had walked upon in the forest. His mind refused to let him, though, as it conjured up the scene but with a blood-soaked Paul grinning maniacally, standing in the middle of the chaos he had created.
''
Authors Note: That's all for now. I think I like the direction this is going in much more than the original. I thank you for bearing with me in regards to the previous chapters and the time skips. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.