I think I'm getting back in2 the swing of things here . . . i'm trying 2 maintain a more consitant updating schedule . . . every couple of days is okay, right? It's not as marvelous as my past updating every day thing . . . but it's a start . . . it's just that i'm busy all the time now; working on my book . . . plus my social life as actually picked up the pace a bit-since i tend 2 blow ppl off 4 wiritng a lot. . . but now i've decided i need more balance . . .so wen i'm invited 2 go out, i go out-of course that cuts in2 my updating time but wat can u do?
Oh, n P.S. this chapter turned out SOOO different then xpected. U c, wen i write i never no where i'm going with each chapter . . . i think thats y ppl like this story so much . . . bcuz all the events kinda flow in2 each other . . . cuz i never really force events 2 happen bcuz I don't even know whats going 2 happen next . . . it just happens. Anyway, enjoy n plz review! :)
"Hate"
Once I parked I noticed Austin's friends waving us down from a distant. He rolled his eyes dramatically at them as I turned the car off and got out. Austin had managed to open the car easily, but even he couldn't fake that getting up was a bit of a challenge. I went over to his side to help him up and he glowered at me. I rolled my eyes as I hunched over and wrapped my arm under his arms and helped him get to his feet without hurting his side. Once he was up, I knew he would insist on me letting go so I did. But once I did he just wrapped his unbroken arm around my shoulders and led me up to where his friends were converged.
"Whoa, what the fuck happened to you?" Jason asked Austin.
"Snowboarding accident," he said nonchalantly; we had worked out our alibi ahead of time, "I wiped out and broke my arm and three of my ribs."
"Wow, nice job dumbass," Kyle said, "And what happened to you Becca? Where were you the past few days?"
"I was staying up at my grandmothers this weekend," I said, "I was supposed to get back Monday . . . but I got so wrapped up there, hanging out with my cousin Vitani and her friends that my mom said I could stay a few extra days."
"Oh cool," Nick mumbled.
"Yeah, you know, since you guys were both missing the past two days we were starting to get suspicious," Bonnie teased.
I laughed but stopped short when I saw her. Lisa. No longer slutty, ditzy, fun-loving Lisa M. Now she was evil, scheming, back-stabbing Lisa M. I could barely stand to look at her as she strode over towards us. I used to think she looked completely innocent with her lagona beach tan, bleach blonde hair, and big brown eyes. But now, I payed more attention, and noticed how the way she walked was almost like a Vampire or a werewolf; like she was stalking something. I also noticed how her large eyes followed everything, cataloging every movement. That day she wasn't wearing her usual mini skirts or heals or low cut tank tops; she was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a skin tight red top. I could tell by her attire and the look in her eyes, she'd come looking for a fight.
"You bitch!" I screamed the second she was within ten feet of me. I'd forgotten where I was and that I hadn't told anybody that Lisa was really a Shadow Slayer, and just went completly on instinct. I was so mad at her; she'd betrayed us. I couldn't stop myself; I was going to make her pay.
I ran forward, going a little faster then the average human, and tackled her to the hard ground. We both slid across the black top, and once we stopped she kicked me in the stomach, hard, to make me get off her. The blow caused me to lose my grip on her shoulders and she rolled out from under me. She got back to her feet and so did, as people began gathering, chanting 'fight, fight, fight.' I could see Austin flipping out on the sidelines, with Domingo holding him back by his good arm. I figured that Domingo had just gotten here; after dropping off Kate and saw what was happening. But I didn't have a lot of time to think about that, because Lisa came at me then.
I'd been in fights before-lots of fights-but only a few with human girls. Like when I'd fought Tasha-we'd just rolled around and kicking each other and pulled each other's hair. This was different-Lisa was a fighter and so was I. It was bound to be interesting.
Lisa did an uppercut kick and nearly kicked me in the jaw. But I dodged it and landed a punch in her face. We sparred like that for a minute or so-no teachers coming to break up the fight yet- doing martial art moves you wouldn't expect seventeen year old girls to know. Nobody expected it either when Lisa pulled a knife on me. Out of her pocket she pulled out a small dagger and grinned maliciously.
She swung it at me with expertise, nearly piercing me in the chest. A showy move saved my life-I did two back flips to get away from her. When the knife came out that's when people started flipping out. I could hear Austin screaming at Domingo to let him go-I could hear Kate screaming too. Actually, people were screaming everywhere, yelling and shouting for someone to do something.
After my two flips, I was about ten feet from Lisa. She still had her knife and was about to come after me again. She came running and I prepared to fight her again-except she never made it because she was tackled from the side. I didn't know who it was until I saw Ken pinning Lisa to the ground. I couldn't believe that Ken had done that-it was something I would expect from Jake but not Ken.
Lisa was squirming underneath him, her knife lieing a few inches from her hand. When I saw her look slyly back and forth between me and the knife, I knew what she was going to do.
"KEN!" I screamed, running towards them as Lisa kicked him in the stomach, causing him to lose his grip but not release her fully. When given a little opportunity, she wriggled her hand away to grab her knife.
And then she stabbed him.
When the knife went into his stomach, I was sure Jake could hear my scream it all the way back home. "KEN!" I screeched, my screams thundering over all the other screams that had started when Ken got stabbed. I ran as fast as I could- pushing and shoving past the people who were rushing around- to get to them.
Lisa had pushed Ken off her after she stabbed him. He rolled over onto his back as blood soaked his shirt. His face was shocked and he was struggling to breath. Lisa smiled at him cruelly and got to her feet. The second she was up, that's when I got there. With a horrendous scream of unimaginable hate, I crashed into her, the force knocking both of us to the ground and causing her to drop her knife.
"YOU FUCKIN BITCH!" I screamed, grabbing her hair and slamming her head repeatedly into the black top. I wasn't fucking around anymore-I was so angry I could kill her-I would kill her. I grabbed her shoulders and shook her like crazy-too angry to even be surprised that she was still conscious. She kicked me in the stomach to try and get me to let go but I held on extra tight.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKIN BITCH!" I screeched, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
I summoned fire, not giving a fuck about the panicking humans around me-and felt my palms heat up as I secured my hands around her arms. She started screaming when my red glowing palms started burning her.
She screamed like she was being murdered-her screams made me glad. I was going to make her suffer. A painless death wasn't good enough for her - she needed to suffer. She needed to feel like pain like she'd never felt before. She needed to pay - she would pay, I would make sure of it. If it was the last thing I ever did, I'd make her pay.
"I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL YOU FUCKIN BITCH!" I shouted over her screams, "I HOPE YOU SUFFER!"
"Make it stop!" she begged, struggling underneath me, "Please make it stop!"
If I hadn't been so crazed with rage, I'd have felt sorry for her. I was always a sucker for mercy, but there would be no mercy for her. She would pay for what she did to Ken.
"YOU SHOULD'VE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU STABBED MY BROTHER YOU MOTHER FUCKIN BITCH!" I screamed, the heat of my palms growing with my rage.
With the heat intensifying, Lisa started screaming even more. I smiled with malicious pleasure as her agonized screams filled my ears.
"DO YOU FEEL THAT LISA!" I demanded, "DO YOU FEEL IT!"
She continued screaming, and I decided that I wanted her to scream more - to feel more pain. I cranked up the heat, as hot as I could get it.
"HOW DOES IT FEEL LISA!" I screamed, "HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE VICTIM!"
Just as I was about to really turn up the heat, strong hands were suddenly pulling me off of Lisa. I struggled against them - tightening my grip on Lisa's arms. She screamed even louder as my nails dug into her burned skin.
"Becca! Becca!" a fammilar voice called, but I didn't care. I could only focus on one thing - killing Lisa, making sure Lisa suffered.
"Becca, let go!" the voice called again.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed as the strong hands jerked me up. My nails scraped across Lisa's burns as the hands pulled me off her. Once I was back on my feet, someone started dragging me away from her. I screamed and thrashed - desperate to get back to her - to cause her more pain.
"LET ME GO!" I shouted at my captor, "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I'M GONNA KILL HER!"
When I looked at Lisa all I felt was hate. When I saw the blood in her hair all I felt was malicious pleasure. When I saw the tears running down her face all I felt was sick joy. When I saw the burns in the shape of my hands on her arms, all I felt was pride. I was responsible for causing this murderer of countless innocents so much pain - for making her suffer. Justice was nearly served. But not quite. She still needed to die for what she'd done.
"Becca!" the voice of my captor called, "Becca calm down!"
"!" I screeched, "LET! ME! GO! YOU BASTARD!"
"Becca, it's me, Domingo," my captor's voice came again and I realized that the voice had sounded like Domingo. Whatever. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but killing Lisa.
"LET ME GO!" I screamed, closing my eyes as I thrashed relentlessly, as I heard sirens nearing.
"Becca," came an extraordinarily familiar voice. So familiar that I'd remember it anywhere. Austin. I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of me, blocking my view of my target, Lisa. He looked horribly concerned and panicked.
"Move Austin," I growled lowly, "Don't make me hurt you."
"Becca, stop, it's okay," he attempted to sooth me. But nothing could soothe me now.
"MOVE!" I screamed, using a telepathy spell to physically push Austin out of the way. He slid several feet away, looking confused. He tried to come back, but I had put up a forcefield around him, preventing him from getting close to me. I loved Austin, more then anyone else in the world. But I hated Lisa more then anyone else in the world. I was going to kill and I wasn't going to let anything stand in my way. I needed Austin out of the way, where I wouldn't have to hurt him.
I looked over at him, where he was trapped inside my forcefields, He was banging on the invisible wall, yelling my name, "Becca! Becca wait!" I had forgotten about my magic in my rage. I'd forgotten I could use it to get back to Lisa. So, using a fire spell, I heated up my arms, so hot that Domingo was forced to let go. The second he released me, I ran forward, heading for where Lisa was lieing on the ground. People were crouched around her - but I was prepared to go through anyone to get to her.
I crashed into something though - something I couldn't see. And once that happened, everything went black for a brief second. I still felt anger like you couldn't imagine, but I felt a little different. Like something was missing. I ignored it and focused on killing Lisa as my eyes flashed open.
"Aella," said my mother (Prima) who was now standing in front of me all of sudden, blocking my way to Lisa. I was prepared to push past her to get to Lisa, but strong hands grabbed me from behind again - Domingo. I concentrated on fire, planning to heat up my arms again, but nothing happened. I tried harder and still nothing. I was confused, and got even more confused when I saw Austin approaching me - he shouldn't have been able to get through my forcefield.
"What did you do!" I demanded of my mother. I knew she must've of done something.
"I turned off your magic," she said plainly.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I screamed, "YOU BTICH! I NEED TO KILL HER!"
"It's for your own good," she said simply, "You'd regret it later."
"I regret nothing," I snarled dangerously, as another set of arms joined Domingo in restraining me. Each grabbed one arm to prevent me from escaping.
My mother sighed and moved out of my way as my captors began pulling me back. I continued struggling as I heard Austin and my mother talking as Domingo dragged me away. Now that my mother was out of the way, I could see Lisa again, which sparked my already heated temper. She was surrounded by figures in long dark purple cloaks with the hoods up and I knew that they worked for my mother. No longer surrounded by humans, Lisa was dragged away by one of the cloaked figures. The rest of the cloaked figures followed as they pulled her into the woods behind the parking lot, but one lingered, the smallest; Vitani. I couldn't see her face with the hood up, but I knew it was her. I could only see her lips, which weren't smirking like they usually were, and not her eyes. But I still knew she was looking at me. She only nodded slowly before disappearing into the woods with the others.
Even with Lisa out of sight, my anger still lingered, but I was out of a target. I looked around the parking lot, still struggling, and found that the entire place was chaos. (No wonder nobody had really noticed my episode) People were running around, people were shouting and yelling. It seemed like the entire school was gathered. Cop cars were all over the place and so were cops. A bunch of uniformed officers were looking around - searching for something or maybe someone. One picked up Lisa's bloody dagger and placed it in a clear bag. Others were interogating teachers and students. A boy was being loaded into an ambulance, and it took my mind (blurred with anger) a second to realize that it was Ken. I screamed then - louder then any of the other noises around.
A couple dozen people looked up at the sound of my scream. My scream that soon turned to agonized wails as I struggled against Domingo to get to Ken.
"Let me go!" I screamed the plea as a few police officers approached us.
"Is she okay?" asked an officer, his eyes looking to the left as I dropped to my knees, bringing my captors with me as I wailed like a dieing animal.
I continued wailing as I looked to my left, expecting that he was addressing my mother, but she was gone. Only Austin remained.
"That's my brother!" I screamed, nodding to the ambulance that was speeding away, lights blaring.
"She's hysterical," Austin told them.
"Let me go!" I screeched, tears streaming down my face, "Let me go! He needs me! Please let me go!"
"You should bring her to the hospital," one of the officers said, "It looks like the kids in bad condition."
"We will," Austin said, "C'mon guys, we'll take the crossover."
There were mumbled responses from behind me as I was lifted off the pavement and dragged away. I struggled against them, although I wasn't sure why - they were bringing me to Ken anyway. I guess I really was hysterical. I was definitely losing it. I couldn't stay calm. I was just desperate to fix this.
I was half shoved into the backseat of the crossover as Domingo tried to do my seat belt as my struggles continued. Once I was buckled in, I kept screaming and struggling. I really was hysterical - too hysterical to even realize I could undo the seat belt. I was just a wreck really. I tried to stay strong when stuff like this happened, but this was too much. I'd reached my breaking point.
"Breath Becca," came Kate's voice - she must of been the other set of arms restraining me early. I opened my eyes and saw that she was sitting in the back with me. Domingo and Austin were up front. Austin was turned around and was staring at me with concern plastered on his face.
"Breath," Kate instructed and I tried to slow my breathing - I was practically panting. Kate coaxed me as I tried to breath in slow, steady, breaths. Eventually, my body had relaxed and I was a little more in control. I closed my eyes and just breathed for a few minutes, attempting to gather myself. I had to be calm, I had to be together. That was my job. I was supposed to stay calm when everyone else was frantic, but it wasn't working so well.
Eventually, I was as calm as I could ever be in this situation, and opened my eyes.
"You okay?" Austin asked, his silver eyes full of love and worry.
I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said slowly, "Domingo, go faster." He was going pretty fast as it was, but not fast enough. As long as I wasn't hysterical anymore, I was determined to be in charge of things. Domingo obeyed, and sped up.
"Are you okay?" Kate asked, putting a comforting hand on mine.
"As okay as I can be," I said, "I just need to see my brother as soon as possible."
"Of course," Kate agreed, "Domingo, speed up." Once again, Domingo sped up, and we arrived at the hospital in a minute. Domingo flew up to the front entrance of the ER and then slammed on the breaks. The second the car stopped, we all jumped out, not even caring about the car. Inside, the ER was chaos, although I didn't quite know why - maybe because of Ken.
I ran up to the front desk, where a frazzled and panicked looking secretary was being overwhelmed by all the beeping devices around her behind the little glass window.
"I'm looking for my brother, Ken," I told her, slamming my hands down on the desk on my side of the window, "He's the kid who got stabbed at the high school."
"Oh, he's about to go into surgery," she said. She was about to say more, but I wasn't going to stick around to hear it, I ran and burst through the door leading into the actual ER itself. It was extraordinarily chaotic in there. People were running around, pushing people on gurneys. While I was running down the hallway, looking for Ken, I noticed something peculiar; all the injured people in the ER looked like immortals to me. What had happened? I was too consumed with concern for my brother to give it much thought.
I skidded across the corner and saw a tan boy with short dark hair on a gurney; it was Ken. I ran even faster and got there just before they pushed him into a room. I stood by the side and got a short lived glimpse of him. It was extremely loud there, but for that moment everything seemed dead silent to me. It was like I was deaf to everything but Ken. His shirt was soaked with blood and a doctor was holding something cloth down on his stomach (pressure on the wound.) Ken was staring up with wide, traumatized eyes and his face was wet with sweat. He was moaning in agony as he breathed in short little gasps. He looked up at me with unseeing eyes as they pushed him into the room.
I tried to follow, but the doctor behind the procession stopped me. I walked right into him and the chaotic noise of the ER came back to me instantly.
"I'm sorry m'am, but you can't go in there," he said,
"But that's my brother!" I exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, but nobody's allowed in here," he told me, "Your brother is in critical condition - nobody is allowed in the operating room. I'm sorry, I'll try and give you an update as soon as possible." With that, he turned and disappeared into the operating room. I was going to peer through the windows (even if it would end up making me feel worse) but there were drapes over the windows on the door.
I chocked on a sigh, feeling like I was going to start to cry. I didn't cry often, but I wanted to cry then. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders and knew without looking up that it was Austin.
"I saw what happened," he said, "I'm so sorry."
"He's my brother," I said quietly as tears began to trail down my cheeks, "I can't stand not knowing if he's dead or alive."
"He's going to be okay," Austin said, pulling me close and kissing me on the head.
I didn't respond right away. I just looked up into Austin's eyes as tears filled mine. "That might of been the last time I saw my brother alive," I whimpered and Austin sat me down on the bench against the wall. I leaned into his shoulder as he pulled me closer. He held me as I cried and cried like I'd never cried before.