Darkest Powers fanfiction
EVERYONE'S SECRET
Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Wow. This took forever to write. xD Hahaha. I'm trying to balance out my three fanfictions, and since all of them are around the same amount of chapters, then I'm taking turns writing each one. But I think Everyone's Secret is closest to the finish line. This is both a good and bad thing. Hahaha. Okay, well, enjoy the chapter and please review! (x Thaanks a lot! And, again, sorry for the oober late updates. /: At least it's a long chapter. ^-^

Chapter 21.

Staring deeply into his black eyes with such malice, Mary stood with her arms crossed as she stubbornly walked through the door of her old home, followed by Rocky and Byrne to make sure she didn't run away. Mary wanted to run, but she didn't, and it wasn't because of her father's annoying minions, but because there was still some unfinished business she had to attend to.

Mary followed her father into the kitchen, the first room that the front door opened to. The condition was extremely poor, poorer than how she'd left it. Almost all of the furniture was reduced to shredded wood; the appliances were stained black and not working; and the walls and floorboards were torn and broken into, as if many times somebody had punched holes through them. Her eyes were narrowed to slits as they pierced through the back of D. Jay's shaggy black head.

"What have you done to the place?" she sneered. D. Jay turned his head to her and glared.

"You gonna really stand there an' judge a man, Mary? Last time I checked, I was yo' daddy. Ya better give me some respect."

"Respect?" Mary repeated, barking out a humorless laugh. "You're a murderer. You're not getting any respect from me, even if you are my father."

Her bicep was immediately grasped by Rocky's thick fingers as they tightened around it, attempting to cut off her blood circulation. Byrne was snarling beside her, baring his teeth.

"Li'l bitch. Watch yo' mouth," Rocky hissed in her ear.

"Let. Go. Of. Me," Mary snapped.

"Let 'er go, Rock," D. Jay agreed. With one last squeeze, Rocky reluctantly released her.

"Without a woman's touch, how'd you expect me to keep up the house?" D. Jay mused, a slimy smile prancing across his lips. "A perfect reason why you should come back, Mare Bear."

"Shut up," Mary groaned, rolling her eyes. "If you really wanted a woman's touch, you wouldn't have killed Mom. You're vile, you're a terror, and you'll probably kill my kids if I stay here."

D. Jay's eyes glanced briefly to her large mound, but it was long enough for him to produce a nasty snarl.

"I'm having twins," Mary continued, "and I don't plan on raising them in a hellhole like this. And you're not going to be a part of their lives."

His nostrils flared and he exposed his bared teeth as his upper lip twitched. "You can't be a mother. Yo' just a li'l slut. You can't do anything," he snapped.

"That's what you think," Mary shot back. "You'd be surprised at what I can do. I can kill you while you stand, even while pregnant."

Both Byrne and Rocky tilted their heads back in obnoxious laughter. D. Jay's smirk returned. Mary's eyes narrowed, the lovely greenness of them twisting with malice.

"Oh really, sweetheart?" Byrne sneered, stroking her cheek. She snapped her teeth at him, almost biting his finger.

"Yeah, really," she snapped.

"Let's quit the antics, Mare. A pregnant teen against three advanced werewolves? Ain't likely, right?" D. Jay said.

"Damn straight, boss," Rocky chimed. Mary rolled her eyes.

"You of all people know my strength, D. Jay. You made me that way. You taught me everything. I just had to teach myself to not become someone like you. I can look after myself. I can raise two kids. And I most certainly can take on three pathetic werewolf men."

Bryne tugged on Mary's long black hair, pulling her head back. They both snarled at each other.

"Fuck you, bitch," she hissed.

"You ain't got nothing on us, slut. We'll rip you and yo' babies to shreds. We'll drink yo' body dry of blood. We'll grind yo' flesh with our teeth until they nothin' but mush. And then you'll be sorry you ever doubted us and our strength," Byrne growled. Mary glared at him before spitting on his face. A large white wad of saliva slithered down the inside of the bridge of his nose, rounding his nostril. His face turned beet red and he became outraged. Mary twisted her body and jerked her head away from his hand, patches of hair ripping from her scalp. She howled in pain and gritted her teeth, backing away from the now angry werewolf trio, her hand placed on the spot where her hair had been ripped from.

"You've got a big mouth, hick," Mary spat. "Put your words to the test. We'll see if you've really got the balls to actually kill me and my babies."

Byrne charged for her, Rocky and D. Jay lingering behind to actually watch him murder her. Mary was swift and agile, and, as Byrne extended an open hand, claws out, she ducked and bit him on the arm, her canines sinking deep into his flesh. Byrne howled in agony and Rocky and D. Jay jumped into action. Rocky jerked her head back by pulling her hair, and Mary snarled at him, scratching his face as D. Jay rounded her, kneeing her in the back. She bent backward, moaning, eyes wide as she stared up at her father, his face twisted with disgust.

"You've been a bad girl, Mary," he snarled. A faint smile spread across his lips, mocking him.

"You haven't called me Fiona yet. How long have you been a sober bastard, D. Jay?" Mary taunted. Roaring, he pushed her to the ground and perched a foot on her pregnant belly. Her eyes widened.

"Not so confident now, are you, Mary? Worried for you fucking babies?" he sneered. Mary's heart pounded in her chest, providing more agony than the burning bald spot on the back on her head. And then, to her absolutely horror, D. Jay began to press down on her belly.

"STOP!" she screamed, grasping her belly, tears immediately strolling down her face. "Stop. Please stop," she begged.

"What makes you think I want to stop?" spat D. Jay. "You disrespectful li'l brat."

"Smash them babies in 'er," urged Rocky, rubbing the gash on his face, which was slowly healing. "As if she really needs 'em."

"Crush the bitch while you're at it," added Byrne.

Mary's green eyes were wide and bright as she stared up at her father, silently pleading for his mercy, despite her hatred for him. Why should her children be brought into this, she thought. She began to mentally curse herself for not running when she had the chance.

"I've got no reason to not kill them, ya know," D. Jay said to her, narrowing his eyes and rubbing the stubble on his jaw. "All it would take is a heavy stomp and they'd be gone." The tears rushed faster down Mary's face. D. Jay noticed them. "Now why're you cryin', girl?"

"Don't do this to me, Daddy," she wept, shaking her head. "I'm just so angry. I get it from you, and you know it. Everything is so stressful. I'm on the run from a group of scientists that want to experiment on me, I'm a pregnant teen, and I have to deal with all the chaos you've made in my life. Don't do this to me. Don't do this to your grandchildren."

D. Jay's eyes were wide with shock as he stared at his crying daughter. Rocky and Byrne snarled beside him.

"What're ya doin' Jay? Just kill the damn kids!"

"Kill 'em both! You hate all o' them!"

"Will you two just shut the hell up?" D. Jay barked at the two men. He turned back to Mary. "This is my daughter after all."

"What the hell are you talkin' about? You were ready to beat her to a pulp just five minutes ago!" exclaimed Byrne.

"What? Just because o' some sappy words from her yo' gonna back out and be a pussy?" Rocky sneered. D. Jay reeled on him, stepping away from Mary. Her breath returned to her and she began to breathe at a normal pace. She slowly stood as Byrne's and D. Jay's focus remained glued on Rocky. D. Jay began to back Rocky towards a wall, threatening him.

Wiping her tears, Mary crept behind the trio. Her false sorrow had worked on her father and saved her babies. She glared at the thought of forgiving her father and pleading for mercy. Mary wasn't weak. She fought for what she wanted, and used deceiving to help her.

Very quickly and quietly, she approached Byrne from behind. She could hear him sniff out her scent and, before he could say anything, clapped her hand over his mouth and dug her claws into his throat, tearing the flesh off. The scent of his blood immediately made the others turn around. Byrne moaned and choked as he crumbled to the floor, blood pouring profusely from his throat and his mouth.

"Mary …" D. Jay said slowly.

"Byrne's … Byrne's …" Rocky stammered. Byrne gasped violently before he fell still, blood pooling around him.

"He's dead," Mary finished bluntly, a grin appearing on her face. She raised her fingers, dark shiny crimson with his thick blood. "Who's next?"

"You killed Byrne, you bitch!" Rocky screeched, darting towards her. He Changed into a large dark brown wolf and jumped towards her, but Mary quickly moved out of the way. D. Jay grabbed a hold of her arm to keep her in place.

"You lied to me, didn't you?" he snarled. Mary rolled her eyes.

"Of course I did, you moron," she scoffed. D. Jay roared and Rocky pounced on her, almost pinning her to the ground. She rolled away, wary of her mound, and moved into the kitchen. Broken wood splintered the ground. She felt for a large enough stake to pierce him with as he neared her quickly. Her fingers wrapped around a sharp plank of wood and stabbed him with it just in time. Rocky backed away, whining with pain. The wood stuck out from his breast, and sunk even further in as he accidentally fell on it when his legs buckled beneath him. One more howl and he was passed out.

D. Jay didn't have time to mourn for his lost minion. Instead he ran towards Mary, eyes wide and black with malice, teeth bared, claws extended. She could see him ready to go through the Change. Black hair began to sprout on his face and neck.

"How dare you, Mary. How dare you!" he roared.

"What's the matter? This is what you wanted me to become: a killer," Mary sneered as she squared off with him. She felt the werewolf genes inside of her thrum in her veins, begging to be released, begging to Change.

"You've gone too far," he said. "I didn't want ya to go on and kill yo' people, Mary. You're a traitor. One thing 'bout us werewolves I know I've taught you; don't betray your pack."

"I don't have a pack," Mary snarled. "I'm on my own."

She ran after him, her claws still extended. D. Jay roared and caught his own claws on her cheek, scraping the skin off. She grunted and elbowed him in the gut, grasping onto his shoulders so quickly and kneeing him in the groin. Suddenly, everything appeared to be a déjà vu moment. This had happened when she'd left. She'd fought D. Jay before she ran. However, this time she wasn't going to leave him alive.

Suddenly, they both stopped in their tracks as an unwanted scent cut through the area. D. Jay's nose perked up, sniffing the air and cringing.

"No …" Mary whispered. "I thought I lost them."

"You brought them here?" hissed D. Jay. "They smell sterile."

"I told you I was on the run," she said, and then, she suddenly hatched an idea, a way to get the Edison Group off of her tail. She backed away from her father, heading for a broken window.

"You want them to see you?" D. Jay scoffed. Mary shook her head.

"No. I want them to see you." And then she howled as loud as she could, and, from a distance, she could see a group of armed men and a couple of black Jeeps heading her direction, their distant shouts echoing.

"You heartless bitch," D. Jay seethed. "You'd sell yo' own father to a group o' scientists." He didn't even ask it in a question. It was a statement. He knew she would.

"You've never been a father to me," Mary said. "Why would it even bother me?" D. Jay glared at her and growled.

"You li'l brat. I'll kill you where you stand." Mary opened her arms.

"Well then, let's see," she challenged. D. Jay roared and ran towards her. Mary swung a fist at his face, but D. Jay caught it in the air and threw his own fist. Mary ducked and kneed him in the groin again. D. Jay groaned and Mary punched him in the face, throwing him to the ground. She continuously jammed her heel into his most vulnerable area, and D. Jay cried out in utter agony. Mary stepped back, watching him roll around on the floor, groaning in pain.

"Shut up," she snapped and walked towards the piles of wood to grab another plank.

"Mary," D. Jay pleaded. "Don't. I'm … your … father." His voice was raspy now, gasping from the pain his groin emitted. His hands were cupped over his pants as he curled his legs up like a baby. Mary rolled her eyes.

"Wow, I'm disappointed," sighed Mary. "As Alpha of the pack in Montana, I'd think you were stronger than that. I always knew you were pathetic." She reached down to grasp a plank of wood and ran her hand against the splintered edge gently. "I guess I won't kill you after all. I'd rather you get caught by them so you can go through the trouble I went through. Only fair, right? Since, after all, you made my life a living hell. Besides, they just want to experiment on you. Have fun with the Edison Group, D. Jay." She lifted the stake over her head and gutted her father, pushing the stake through his belly. He cried out in anguish and his breath became unsteady.

"That's for Mom," she murmured as she stepped over him. She walked towards Rocky, whose wolf form was still out cold from the pain he suffered. Holding his large head between her hands, she jerked it to the side, a deafening crack sounding in the air, and let him fall limp on the ground. She just had to be sure he wouldn't be getting up either.

Mary walked towards the door to grab her backpack. The scent of the Edison Group was drawing near. Even as a werewolf, D. Jay wouldn't have any time to get out of here. She calmly crossed the room, no trace of emotion spread across her face. She stopped at the archway that led towards the stairs and the hallway before sighing heavily and slightly turning her head to look over her shoulder.

"It didn't have to be this way," she whispered, but she knew D. Jay could hear her anyway. "You didn't have to kill her. She didn't overreact; she acted like any human would. You've always been coldhearted, but when you killed her, I believe you killed a piece of yourself too. You probably could have been a good dad. But that's a big probably. I could be so wrong." She bowed her head. "But it doesn't matter now. What's done is done." Mary turned her head and walked down the hallway towards the backdoor. And as she reached it, she smelled salty water faintly, and the tears didn't belong to her. They belonged to her father.