A/N Sorry that I haven't been updating lately, but, with all integrity, I have more important matters, like my computer with Malware, or my Comic. Anywho, Get reading, my lackeys. XD
CHAPTER 4
*One explanation later*
"…And, well, that I should say is my full explanation. Satisfied?" I asked, expecting the worst from them.
*silence*
They stood there, mouths agape, not knowing what to say next. I could only imagine what was running through their minds…what was running through my mind was the easiest way to the exit in case of an outbreak of Sudden anger. Instead, I got the unexpected. They both embraced me, both with eyes drenched with tears. My Sisters also came in and embraced me as well, most likely having heard my tale of grief, adventure, and tragedy.
My mother, Tate, started first. "Is-*sniffle* is it all true? Why didn't you tell use earlier…?"
I took a deep breath and began, "Well, there are many reaso-" I started, before being cut off by my Eldest Sister.
"Wait…You…died? Then how is it that you have come here?" She asked.
"There is also an explanation for th-", I began, where I was cut off…again, this time by my father.
"You were a human…and fought in their wars? This…this is quite a bit to take in…I'll be outside…" He said as he exited the den.
I shook my head with relief…" Whew…at least he isn't…well, was I actually expecting him to be mad? Why would he be? He should be forgiving…yet, I don't know what state of mind he's in right now…and what am I missing from the conversation going on right now?
"…with such power! I don't know how you still have your memories…" , I heard one of them say, though I had been so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn't know, so I just sufficed with several nods and what information I did hear.
"Erm, well, I don't exactly understand the fundamentals of this…Reincarnation, but I don't know why I have my memories either…and my personality…" I said, trailing off…
*gunshots sound in the distance*
"What th-…*thinking*….We need to get moving…" I said after a slight hesitation.
My mother tilted her head in confusion. "Why should we do that? That gunshot sounded like it was miles awa-"
Suddenly, some dirt came up in a flurry as a bullet whizzed and hit the ground, missing my ear by what I guessed was a mere micrometer. The bullet Ricocheted off of the walls and back outside, where I pressed my mother to the wall.
"Get back! We have a shooter near us! Don't go out in the ope-" I was yelling at them before I was interrupted by a bullet that glided through my fur and into the ground, where it stopped firmly. I looked out of the den, where I saw the familiar glint of a rifle scope coming from a somewhere in the sky.
"That's…impossibl-" I began, where I interrupted myself as another gunshot was heard, but I didn't hear it hit anywhere near me… *Gasp* …."Father!", I thought as I took off out of the cave, oblivious to the gunfire sounding from above.
"So, the cowards are shooting from a plane, are they…Almost as bad as…the Germans." I thought as I caught the sight of the airborne object flying above.
I kept up my pace until I came upon a small trail of blood, giving me the slightest indication that someone, or something, had been struck. Immediately, I caught the scent of my father, and followed it, blinded with rage and worry…
Soon enough, I came upon a heaping figure emitting shallow breaths, where I instantly recognized it as my father.
I approached the victim of this slaughter…my own…dare I say it, Father. I try to forget my previous father of who I used to be…of Dimitri…but, as you can imagine, it is difficult. I came to him, where I noticed the wound that marked a high power rifle bullet. I hoped that it was through-and-through, but to no avail.
"Father…", I said softly as I saw his eyes begin to close, where he uttered one final phrase…
"…I'm…Sorry…" he said in between gasps before I saw his lungs go concave.
I could feel myself holding back tears, though I knew from my training previously in the Red Army, that you show no emotion, and instead, pent up the rage and anger for the enemy. This so happened to be the Arial Hunters. Then it came as a realization. I left the rest of my family unguarded…
"No…"
I began a swift sprint back to the den, where I heard not a cry, nor a howl. I just witnessed a trail of blood and several scents that converged and split several different ways. I recognized the scent where the blood lead away as my mother's…this saddened me beyond recognition, but I figured that there may still be hope for my sisters, as I picked up the other scents heading…South: Away from Wood Buffalo National Park.
"My parent's deaths will be avenged…soon enough," I thought as I began the trek South to what I hoped was Sanctuary for me and the last bastions of my family.