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Justin: Okay, Chapter Two up and ready!
Tequila: JUSTIN!!!! I got the ammo, and I'm ready--
Justin: Tequila, no, please, we really don't need any of that.
Tequila: But...but... I like it.
Justin: I know, but I'm trying to tell the readers that- oh, nevermind. What is it?
Tequila: We're going to free the prisoners in the Bastille:D
Justin: -sighs as he prepares a long lecture she will undoubtedly ignore- Tequila... the Bastille hasn't held prisoners since...
Disclaimer: Don't you think Stephenie Meyer could come up with more creative pennames that Justin Saine and Tequila Mockingbird?
The noise they made was deafening, with shrieks and crashes resonating throughout the forest. Silently we split up with our partners, moving in to surround them. I almost gagged on the stench they emitted, but Jacob pressed on. Right around the time where I was physically suffocating, Jacob halted. I sat by him, and together we waited for the order to attack. We had our orders to wait for everyone to get into position before we could move. Until then we listened to each others thoughts. Some were encouraging, others we nervous. Some minds were just blank, concentrating on one thing at a time. The entire process was taking ages. Eras of my life seem to go by before we heard the call.
Charge.
With howls and snarls we leaped into the fray. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of snow-white Eric with his teeth embedded in the wrist of a newborn. Rushing towards him, I slammed into the newborn's back before it could swing its other arm around and crush Eric's neck. It crashed to the floor, where Eric promptly grabbed its head in his jaws and yanked it off. I ripped off the torso and leg, and barred my teeth as the mass of bodies- both vampire and werewolf- swarmed around me. "Stick with Jacob!" Came Sam's voice, commanding and clear. I dodged my way around the crazed newborns, using my speed and small frame to evade them. Eric would be fine, I told myself. In reply for my concern, his voice raged inside my head "I can do this myself! Get your own!"
I made it beside Jacob, who was clinging to the back of a tall vampire wreaking havoc. I launched myself at another one nearby, managing to rake my claws down its arm. I didn't think Jacob would appreciate me helping either, and he looked in control anyway. As the vampire shrieked and turned I ducked, careful not to get myself within its hold. If I got hurt in this fight, then I would be imprisoned at home for the rest of my yearsI was acutely aware of the vampires' strength, and of the venom burning in their fangs. But it wasn't as horrible as their eyes. The bloody red, vicious eyes. They shown with every killing, every mauling, every murder they had done. It was the one thing that gave them away for what they truly were. I hated those eyes, hated what they stood for. It was my job to close those eyes forever.
A hand swiped out at me, hitting my forepaw. I yelped as I felt all the bones in my left hand break. I cursed myself; I should have been paying attention. But those eyes… I'd catch it next time. I would recover, and I was a righty anyway. The thoughts of my pack-mates roared in my head: shouting out warnings to each other, plotting their strategy, and silently taunting the vampires. I pushed away the thoughts, concentrating on the kill in front of me. Suddenly a voice rose from among us, frantic and worried.
"Jacob! Why the hell are you all the way here! Where's Kataya?" Sam was roaring in his head, images flickering left and right to the rest of us. A swirl of memories came at me, but I pushed them off. I could not concern myself with this, not now. Not while we were fighting.
"SHIT!" I had never heard Jacob's voice so clearly or loudly, clamoring above the rest of the thoughts. That I had to pay attention to. What had caused him to yell so loudly?
As I finished off the vampire that had crushed my hand, I finally realized the problem. Jacob and I had attacked from the back, where the newborns were the thickest. Jacob had somehow fought his way to the front, and I being occupied, had not noticed. Now he was on the opposite end of the fight, next to Sam, and the newborns around me had taken advantage of his absence. I was surrounded, and with my left paw broken- though healing very quickly- there was no way I could run. I backed my way further into the forest as the vampires in front of me approached. They were all muscled, two were brunettes and the last one was a male blonde. They all had the same look of desperate hunger and madness overbearing their every action. Their mouths were open, showing each one of their teeth, and their arms were outstretched, as if all they wanted to do was embrace me.
Many thoughts entered my head, both mine and others.
"I'm screwed, I'm screwed, I'm screwed."
"HELP HER! GET BACK!"
"I'm so screwed, I'm so screwed, I'm so screwed. I'm dead."
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M TRYING TO DO!??!"
"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm- oh, what the hell. If I'm going I'm taking them down with me!"
"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT HER IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!"
"COME ON BLOODSUCKERS! WHICH ONE OF YOU IS FIRST!!!"
"IT'S KIND OF HARD TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING AFTER BEING AWAY FOR SIX YEARS!!!"
They had reached me. I snarled and raised on my hind-legs, swiping with both my forepaws towards the two girls. They hopped back, but I had left my belly exposed for the male.
"Kataya!"
I was vaguely aware of the females shrieking as Paul and Ace took them on, leading them away from me. My main attention was focused on the male, who was being blasted towards me. A grey beast barreled into him from behind, unbalancing him and propelling him forward. I saw too late that we were on a straight collision course: headed right for one another with no room to move.I turned to run, but the vampire- with Josh still on his back- slammed into my shoulder. I yelped and whined with the pain, and then…screamed. Something was wrong. Why was I screaming? I shouldn't be screaming. I didn't have the vocal cords to scream.
The newborns were going crazy, their antics getting more frantic and wild. They were practically target boards with legs to my pack-mates now. The little technique they possessed had gone. I was still screaming, the pain that travelled through me made my body shake. What's happening? My head was filled with the roaring of the newborns, but possessed none of the comforting voices of my pack-mates. I wanted to know what was going on. I clamped my hands over my ears and held on to my hair to make the pain stop. Why wouldn't they shut up? Why couldn't they all just shut up! Where was my family? Why weren't they helping me? I was begging for help, begging for the noise to stop. I kept screaming- HOW COULD I BE SCREAMING!?!?!
I opened my eyes. In front of me was the male vampire- or his head at least. I saw the point where his teeth- still barred- had collided, and lodged, within my shoulder. My very human shoulder. I stared at the sight, uncomprehending. I couldn't understand why I was human, why I was lying there screaming in pain, instead of healing and taking my revenge. I saw Josh's horrified expression as he tipped the head over and saw the damage. His eyes reflected my pain, and he howled to the sky. The added noise was too much.
"SHUT UP!!!" I cried, my shoulder beginning to burn and my head feeling as if it were going to explode. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! STOP YELLING! MAKE THEM STOP!"
But there was no more yelling, not from the newborns. My wolf family crowded around me, but my vision was blurring around the edges with darkness. My head was still ringing. I couldn't change back. I couldn't stop the noise. I couldn't stop the burning that pulsed through me. I yelled with the pain and clamped my good hand over the fire. It wouldn't go out! It wouldn't stop! Help me! What's happening to me? Why won't I heal? Why can't I get up? I can't see! Where is everyone? Don't leave me here! WHY WON'T IT STOP BURNING???
I couldn't take it anymore. I yelled and yelled and yelled until my voice lost its power. I couldn't feel anything, only pain, only fire. I couldn't see. There was eternal darkness in every direction. If I reached out I would fall into the abyss. I thought I was dead, and in hell. I screamed for mercy, I screamed for forgiveness, I screamed for the light. I begged for water, to quench the fire. It had consumed my whole body now. I wanted to die- but I was already dead. I didn't understand. What had I done wrong? What horrible sin did I commit? Why was I sentenced to this?
No one came. No one answered. I was left alone in the darkness, left alone with the pain. I began to breathe in gasps, my entire body was convulsing as it tried to expel the torture, to stop the agony. It wouldn't stop. It would never stop. It would keep going on like this forever. I was shut up in hell for eternity. I began making deals with God, begging him to take me to heaven, to paradise, to release. Even spending the rest of eternity in limbo would be a welcome sight. I promised him I would believe in him and follow his will if he could get me out of hell, if he would take me away. But there still was no answer. There was no one there. I was lost in the darkness, I wasn't ever coming out. I was completely, and utterly alone.
A/N
Justin: And so, with Robespierre's death, the Reign of Terror was finally over.
Tequila: huh?
Justin: -sighs- Why do I even bother? Anyway, REVIEW PLEASE!!!