Chapter 8

Too Much To Handle

Once, Alex had calmed down everyone made their way into the house. Julie was tending to the cuts and bruises on the girl. There were quite a few of them, though most resided within the girl's mind. Alex sat in the far corner of the living room, trying to keep his distance from the warring emotions within the room. Everyone was alternating between anger and desperation, and it was starting to create a vortex in his own mind. He focused hard on shields, throwing up mental blocks to try and hinder the onslaught of voices ringing within the depths of his mind.

It finally felt like it was working when he was sucked into the far corners of his subconscious. Images flood his vision and before he knew it he was sucked into a fire. The flames licked at his skin, yet he didn't feel the pain of burning flesh. He held his hands out placing them into the midst of flames. His fingers danced within and laughed in mirth as the blaze didn't scorch him.

Screams rang out around him and he jerked his head around watching as people ran around him. Pain shot through his system as he felt the emotions around him, attempting to swallow him whole. He fought through the agony and turned in a circle, dozens of people were cowering close together as they prayed for salvation. He sniffed the air and noticed traces of something he couldn't detect. His eyes fell on the woman in the center, and tears filled his eyes. He embraced the pain that shot through him this time. A scream rose in his throat as he ripped himself away from the vision.

Sobs wracked his system as he threw up the mental shields. Forcing the vision from his mind as he pictured his mother, his family burning in the flames. The flashes of his charred home shuffled through his mind. He tried compelling them out, but they kept pouring into his field of vision. His sister, mother, father, aunts, and uncles, all of them burning. He screamed, not wanting to see anything else. People were screaming his name, but he couldn't grasp onto the voices. Images kept thrusting their way past everything else, taking precedent over it all.

Blonde hair and green eyes enter his vision. An old man, one he had met was next, his face pulled into a sinister smile. Then there were screams as the man laughed. He cackled at the destruction of his family. Anger rose inside Alex, and a roar ripped from inside him. He howled in pain, in sorrow. This wasn't the vision that he caught glimpses of within Mrs. Claudia's mind. This was a whole different vision. One he was not equipped to deal with.

Finally, his mind gave out and he fell forward. It was all too much to handle. He didn't want to handle it. Didn't want this gift any longer. His eyes grew dim as the room started to spin. He couldn't focus, he grew dizzy. He couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. Since the vision began he finally got his wish. He passed out, to burnout to stay conscious, he let go and let the darkness take him.

He awoke a short time later, his head pounding and throat dry. Someone, he was guessing his father, had carried him to his room. He snuggled deeper into the blankets surrounding his, wishing more than anything he could forget the vision that had flittered across his sight earlier. A few tears made their way down his cheeks. This was what Mrs. Claudia was talking about when it came to the drawbacks of his 'Sight' as she called it. He didn't want this, this his 'gifts' of his. Why couldn't he be like any other member of his family, either human or wolf? Instead, he was cursed with this, half-wolf, half-witch.

Wiping the tears from his face he climbed to his feet and made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Everyone was gathered there, some prepping the food others setting the table. He guessed his mother had called an early pack night. He collapsed in one of the chairs at the table resting his head against the cold surface. The people around him stopped what they were doing to turn and stare at him gaging his mental status.

"I can hear your thoughts," he mumbled not lifting his head.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" His mother asked, placing a dish down in front of him.

"I think you know what I saw, momma," he growled turning an icy glare at her. "Laura I swear on the family grave if you honestly think I am faking having a vision for attention I will gut you!"

He turned his glare to his sister, who at least had the decency to look guilty. Her green eyes flashed gold at him for a second, until she controlled herself. It was too late though Alex had seen the things she thought flash across his mind and he was pissed. He pushed himself up, causing the chair he was in to tumble backward. He stalked across the kitchen towards her, his own eyes flashing purple.

"Do you honestly think, of everything across God's green Earth, that I would want this 'gift'? I don't freaking want it! I don't like seeing my brother being attacked by a rough Alpha, having to see him kill an innocent soul! I don't like having to see my ENTIRE FAMILY BURNT TO A GODDAMN CRISP in front of my fucking eyes! I DON'T WANT IT, but I don't have a choice in the matter! You inconsiderate, egotistical, self-involved prick!" Alex growled his face shifting into beta form. He paused, turning to look at his mother, "I apologize for the language, mom."

He turned his head down his anger getting the best of him. Without a glance back at his sister he strode from the kitchen and into the yard. His feet led him to the woods where he normally trained. He let his form shift, allowing the wolf within to take over. He howled out his anger, his wolf was out for blood, but he knew that that wasn't in the stars for tonight. The scratches in his sides ached as he sprinted, growling at the thoughts screaming inside.