Chapter 36: Seth
Next day: God, how can I even remember this? I got whacked in the head just about hard enough for me to black out, and not remember the past week. What happened? Well, I walked down my hall, going, well, no place in particular really. When I took one step into the master hall, and I almost took a headshot, literally. A bullet flew right past my face, it was so close to hitting he I could feel the wind as it blew past me. I looked to where the bullet hit off a wall, then turned to where the bullet had been shot from. Luke Was standing with a handgun held up to me. "Oh shit..." He murmured, then turned and ran when I began toward him. I sprinted after him, down the halls and out of the school into the yards, where the pack's forest came up from the fields. He darted out into the fields, but stopped himself as quickly as he could from entering the pack's territory, and turned to face me. As soon as he turned around, my fist was already at his face, knocking him down. He caught himself by his arm, and rubbed the side of his face, where a long cut ran along his jaw onto his neck, and it bled slowly. It touched it with a finger, and growled when he felt his black blood run down the side of his face. I growled in satisfaction, and he stood to me, barely taller than me. My hands were already in fists, and I flexed my fingers, ready to punch him again. I growled at him, "What the hell is wrong with you?" "You!" He snarled, "and your stupidity!" "My stupidity?" I growled, "You mean your stupidity! Trying to shoot me, ha! You should already know it wouldn't do anything!" "It was worth a try..." He murmured. "And even if it did do anything, you would most definitely get killed! I can even guess who would have the honor of tearing your limbs off your body, can you?" I taunted, and he flinched back. "Yea, unless she's convinced otherwise by then. Have you already noticed the difference in her? I sure can." He replied. This time, it was my turn to recoil from his words. She was different. No matter how small the diversity of herself and what was becoming of her, I noticed. I couldn't even tell what it was from. That was the reason why I made myself bleed the day before, knowing there was a possibility of her turning against me was too much for me to bear. I couldn't watch her change before my eyes. Luke saw my expression, and smirked. "Got you," he said in a mocking voice, and I raised a hand, wanting so badly to strangle him right now. I could deal with the scolding and/or beatings I would get from the so many people I know and don't know, I just wanted him to go to hell. He raised his hands, saying "Proven guilty," with a grin on his face. I immediately punched him in the gut, and wrapped my fingers around his neck. "Oh, come on! The bruises from last time I got choked just disappeared!" He growled trying to pull my fingers out of the grip on his neck. "What. Did. You. Do?" I growled at him, menace in my voice. "Nothing I might not regret..." His voice choked. I threw him to the ground, and he rubbed his neck, a scowl on his face. "You know, you might want to be worried for yourself when next month comes around. She might not be fully changed yet, but it'll have enough effect on her for her to have momentary violent outbursts on whoever is within reach. So enjoy your time with her while you can..." he said to me as I started to walk away. I stopped, and sighed, "Thanks for the warning. Maybe you should start worrying for yourself when tomorrow comes around, I'll be fully prepared to kill you at any given moment..." Luke snorted at my response, and I kept walking, my thoughts drifting back to what Luke had said to me.