The first thing that hit me was the strong scent of meat. I closed the door behind me, looking around. There were stairs to the right and a couch to the left, making a little walk way. I walked down it, looking past the couch and seeing a nice set up of a living room. In front of the couch was a odd looking coffee table with a chest board on it. There was a large screen TV in the corner with a game station hooked to it.
There was a door way kinda thing, with French doors against the wall. I walked through, looked around. To the left was a dinning room with doors that lead to the back porch. To the right was the kitchen, where two people were at. I walked over, listening into what they were saying.
"-Stop being so paranoid." The man said, who was at the stove cooking pork chops. He was tall and very built. Black hair, black eyes."How can't I be? You know powers are genetic! And she's been acting odd lately." The women said, looking at me. I froze, thinking she could see me with her piercing blue eyes, but she looked back to the man. "Different how?" The man asked. "Well, she keeps going out in the storms. Maybe she can control the weather." The women said, making the man laugh. "Sean can control the weather, so you know how that works." he said. "She seems to be more energetic."
"She's eight." My eyes went wide as he said that. Right then, I knew what was happening. "She's also getting stronger and faster. Plus," The women leaned in, going into a whisper. "She is able to hear something I say in the bedroom, when she's out in the woods." The man perked at that. "Then I fear for the worst. We mustn't tell her. Go get her for dinner." He said and the women left.
I leaned against the wall, falling down it and sitting on my butt, hands on my head. "Unbelievable. Bustard is showing me what I've been dreaming off." I shook, putting my hands over my eyes. If that is true, then I am truly scared.
I sighed some, standing and went to the stairs. I heard thunder and sighed some, walking up the stairs. "How many times have I told you to not sit on the ceiling?" I heard the women say. I got to the top and turned to the door on the left, walking in. The women was standing in front of the window, as the little girl started to climb back in. "Sorry mommy. Being up high makes me happy." The girl said. The women sighed. "Okay baby. Go on down, dinners ready." the women said whilst the girl ran past me.
"I know you're there." My eyes went wide as the women turned to look at me, her eyes now a bright silver color. "What-?" I asked, looking around seeing if anyone else was here. I looked back to her, tilting my head. "I saw you from the street when you first arrived." She looked me up and down. "This…Is so trippy." I said, eyes wide. "Who are you? Not a time traveler." He tilted her head, looking at me.
I bit my lip, looking at her. "Sylar." I said. "Jinx Sylar." She nodded some, walked to the window. I turned some, looking confused. Sylar? Really? God I'm lame. "Well -"
"Call me Jinx! Er, please." I said. "Okay, fine. Jinx. What are you?" I looked back to her. "I'm a shape shifter." her head shot to me, her eyes became icy as she walked up to me. I took a step back as she got in my face, looking me over. She then gasped some, stepping back and putting her hand over her mouth. "Katharine?" She asked and I looked away. "God. You're beautiful." She whispered. I swallowed, getting on a straight face.
"I'm not what I seem." I said and she put her hand down, looking at me. "Just like you're father. You have The Hunger don't you? What animal do you possess?" She asked. "Dragon." She closed her eyes. "Dear God." She whispered horrified. "I'm so sorry." She looked at me. I looked at her, thinking about something. "You…You can help me? Answer some questions." She sighed. "If you say that, then that means we aren't there." Her eyes were oddly calm at that. "Yes." I said. She nodded some. "When?" She asks. "Tonight. I think he wanted me to see this. Wanted me to remember. But why?" I asked, talking to myself. "What?" She asked. "Er, don't worry about it. " I said, shaking my head.
"Come on hun!" My father yelled. "Be there in a minute" She called. "Look, before you go, I think… I think I kill you!" I said, biting back the hurt. She stared at me and smiled. "I would imagine so, with such a curse in you." I looked at her, wanting to scream out in rage and pain. "The dragon is the worst animal. Only to be held by one other person. Your great Grandfather, Hector." I stared at her, waiting for her to continue.
"He was a great man, and was able to tame the beast inside of him. But that wasn't all that controls transformers. Like others with abilities, transformers get a Hunger. The dragon's though, is the worst." She closed her eyes. "It consumes the hosts soul, leaving rage and power in it's wake. Most Hungers need a specific thing, but this Hunger is pure. It only wants death, blood and destruction. No ones mind can handle such thoughts and craving." She looked at me and I furred my brow. "What happened to Hector?" I asked.
"Once his innocent soul was fragmented, he became a Killer." I looked away, thinking of what me and Sylar have done. "Looks like you've already started by that look." I looked at her. "Actually… I haven't. It's all been-" I stopped short, making her raise her eyebrow. I couldn't help but notice how much I looked like her when she did that. "You're working with someone?" I glared at her, making her smile. "It would seem it has chosen your mate." My eyes went wide. "Wait-what?"
"What's going on?!" father said, rushing through me with hands out, claws from his finger tips. "God, that's so weird." I muttered, shivering. "Nothing dear. Just talking to myself." She said smiling. Father sighed, standing up to his full height and retracted his claws. "For a wolf, you sure are a scardy cat." she said, letting me know his animal was a wolf.
"I think I know what our daughter is." She said, looking at me. Before anyone else could say anything, there was a loud scream. "Kat!" He yelled running through me. Mother nodded to me and ran out behind him. My heart raced, and I followed after.
"Stay away from her!" The man yelled. "Oh, I don't think so. You all are coming with me." Bennett said, a gun pointed to the girls head. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." The man said, hunching over, muscles shifting. "You shift, she dies." gun loaded, the girl closed her eyes, feeling a rage that wasn't normal. "We'll go. Leave her be." The women said. "Not until we make sure she isn't like you two." Bennett said. He squeezed a bit harder on the girls arm.
Her eyes shot open, showing everyone yellow eyes. "My God." The man said, stepping back. "She's a dragon." The women whispered. "What? How do you know?" He asked. She looked over by the door, smiling. "She told me." They both looked over to see hunger filling her eyes. "Step back." The man said, eyes wide. "Don't even-"
"Just shut up and step back before you get killed!" The man yelled, pointing at the girl ho was now trembling. Bennett let go, stepping back and pointing the gun at her head. "What's happening?" Bennett asked. "She's about to kill us all." The women said, closing her eyes. "Get upstairs! I'll calm her down." the man ordered, pushing his wife up the stairs. She sighed, going up there and going into her daughters room.
My body trembled, feeling out of place. I looked down at my hands to see them fade out some. "Damn it. Not yet. I have to see what happens!" I said, looking at the scene that was playing out. The girls flesh ripped apart, a Black baby dragon now in her place. It was hunched over, whimpering and breathing hard. "Honey?" The man asked, stepping forward some. The dragon lurched it's head up, swinging it's tail and sending Bennett flying through a window.
"Oh God." I said. The dragon stood up, glaring at the man, nothing human in those cold, yellow eyes. The man stood his ground, a tears in his eyes. The dragon then flew toward him and grabbed his neck in it's mouth. "No!" I yelled, but I knew it wouldn't make a difference. As the dragon feasted on the man, I ran up stairs. "You have to get out of here!" I yelled at the women. She turned and smiled at me. "I can't. I understand what is going on now." I saw that spark in her eye, a spark I knew. "Your power…You can understand thing. How they work. You've…Stolen powers too?" I asked. She smiled a hollow one. "Yes. But I have controlled my hunger. This isn't the past. This is all in your head. Just a dream of the past." I began breathing hard, shaking my head. "No. I can save you!" I yelled. "You can't change the course of time through a dream. But if I were real, I just would like to let you know that I love you." I closed my eyes. "If…You seem to have her knowledge. So I ask you, how did you control the hunger?" I asked, opening my eyes. "Mine isn't the same as yours." She said sadly. "I know…But the guy that's been helping me has the same power. He's a good person, but he kills for power. If I can-"
"You want to save him. Why?" She asked. I opened my mouth, then closed it. "I see. " She said, smiling. "Love." I looked at her. "Love is what cures the Hunger. And if my eyes tell me the truth, which they do, It seems he's already on his way to discovering that." My jaw tightened at that, remembering his kiss, his words. "It's you who is the resilient one." I looked away. "You need to let the rage go, live in the present and not let the animal control you." I looked back to her. "He's 24 and a Serial Killer." She frowned some. "Kinda old, don't you think?" I gave her a blank look. "Yeah." She smiled, walking to the window.
"You know what happens. Time for you to wake up." She said. I looked around and saw the dragon walking up the stairs. "Don't do this." I said. She turned, raising her hand. "You've had enough nightmares. " Her hand pulsed and I began fading out. The dragon came in, flying and grabbing the women. "NO!" Blood went everywhere as screams filled the room. "NO!" I yelled. They both crashed through the window.
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I shot up, breathing hard, sweat covering my body. I looked around, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. I sighed some, running a hand through my hair. I looked around and saw Sylar asleep in a chair next to the bed. I looked at him for a bit, thinking about the dream. I shook my head and got out of the bed, leaving the room quietly, going into the kitchen. I turned on the light over the over and walked over to the sink. I turned on the water to cold and washed my face off. I grabbed a towel and dried my face off, then put my hands on the counter, closing my eyes.
"You look like shit." I opened my eyes, smirking some. I turned and leaned against the counter, crossing my arms and looking at Sylar. He looked me up and down, a odd look on his face. Concern? Yeah. That's about how odd it gets. "What happened?" He asked. I looked down, reliving the memory that was giving back to me. Pain filled me, but I held it back. "Atticus got into my mind. Saying something about shadows people have." That seemed so far away. "What? What did you do?" He asked, taking a step closer. "He." I shut my eyes, then looked up at him. "He showed me what happened to my parents. My birth ones." I closed my eyes again, biting back the emotion that ran through me. "God I'm weak." I said, looking up and laughing.
"Emotions aren't weak." I looked at him, seeing the innocence in his eyes. I uncrossed my arms, looking at him. Just. Looking. I walked up to him and hugged him, unable to hold the pain inside. I hugged him tightly, nuzzling my head into his chest whilst I let the tears roll down my face. He held me tightly, putting his chin on the top of my head. "I killed them. God. I killed them both." I trembled some. He shushed me, running his hand through my hair. "I ate them!" I inhaled, trying to control myself. "Are you sure it wasn't a trick? You said he got into your mind." I laughed some.
"I.. I talked to my mom." I leaned back some, looking up at him. "She…She was like you. She was able to see me, to wake me up." He stared at me, listening intently. "I asked her how she controlled her hunger." He perked at that. "You won't like it." I added, putting my head on his chest. "What was she like?" He asked, making me confused. "Don't you-"
"I just want you to be happy. The way you looked when you talked about your mother tells me she does that." My breathing became shallow as his words sank in. I let him go and put my hands on the counter, leaning over and closing my eyes. "He said we all have shadows in our minds. " I opened my eyes, glaring at the wall. "Now I know what my shadows are." I turned to look at him. He looked at me, walking up and staring me down. "She told me all about my power. My Hunger." He narrowed his eyes at that. "You think your bad? You killed mommy and daddy when you lost control that you're one of us?" He grabbed onto my wrist, pulling me to him.
"He got to you, made you believe you're one of the bad guys. Trying to turn you into one." He then ran his hand down to mine, entwining our fingers. "I've seen you fight it. Better then I have." His faced eased, his thumb running back and fourth on my hand. "You're strong. Stronger then you care to admit." He faced me completely now, his dark brown eyes searching for something.
"What if I can't anymore?" I asked in a near whisper. "I'm tired of fighting. I feel as if I'm dieing on the inside, each day that I do." I closed my eyes. "She told me that the dragon's Hunger is the worst of them all. Someone's mind can't take it. It will eat me alive, leaving a shell behind." I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "I don't want to live like that. If that's all my life will lead up to…"
He closed his eyes, shaking his head. He looked down at me, locking our gazes. "Why are you saying this now? Just because you think you know what might happen, doesn't mean you give up." I looked at him, then laughed some. "Why are you trying to prove I'm good? Wasn't it your plan to turn me bad? Turn me like you?" His jaw clenched. "Why are you so bent on keeping me good now?" I stepped up to him, our bodies touching. "Why are you intent on trying to protect me now?" He glared down at me, his hard body against mine. The his eyes looked me up and down almost made me intimidated. Almost.
He then let me go, stepping back and turning his back to me. "I… I can't help it." He turned to look at me. "I feel like it's my job. My- my being to keep you the way you are." He stared at me, as if scared. "If you don't want to stay with me anymore, then go." He really looked scared at that. "But if it's only so you can let the animal control you, so you can become something your not?" He shook his head some, taking a step forward. "Then I swear, I'll kill you myself."