Midnightcat100: Sorry its taken so long and its such a short chapter! I'll be adding more on to it later but for now enjoy! _

Hunter's POV

How do you tell someone that you accidentally killed an innocent person? I struggled to find the words in my head. My brain was scrambled, filled with confusion. Although I wasn't confused. I knew exactly what I did. The horrible crime that I had committed. I knew as soon as I saw Harry's melting eyes, as they turned back inside of his head and the whites of his eyes became liquid.

I clenched my hands into fists and looked down, covering my shameful face with my hair. I couldn't allow Ellie to see the hurt on my face. We sat side by side on the couch in her living room. Her legs were curled up on the couch, the tips of her toes peeking out from the sweats she had put on. She prodded me with her sparkling blue eyes, awaiting an explanation that I didn't have. I tried anyway.

"It was an accident...I never meant to hurt him," I started, my voice a whisper,"I...I was hanging out when Zil came up to me. He said that I had taken some beef jerky or something from his room. I kept telling him that I didn't know what he was talking about but he didn't believe me! Then he grabbed one of those fireplace pokers. So I put my hands up and... and well Harry stepped in between us and... yeah. I didn't even know I was using my power!" I was now yelling. I stared up at Ellie, looking for some kind of reassurance that wasn't there. Tears began forming in my eyes, as the memories of Harry's dead body flashed through my mind. I quickly looked away. I wasn't a killer. But I had killed. I was asking too much of El. Why would she ever want to help me? Help The Killer.

Ellie sat stiff on the couch, frozen with fear of me most likely. I stood up, knowing she wouldn't want someone like me in her house. I began walking towards the door when her hand reached up and grabbed the back off my shirt.

"Don't go." She said. Her grip tightened around my T-shirt as she pulled me back to the couch. I plopped back down as her arms wrapped around me.

"Why would you want someone like me here?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm a monster..." I replied. She unwrapped her arms from around me.

"Don't say that! Out of anyone the monster is Zil! You are the kindest person I have ever met and the only one that was willing to help me. It was an accident. We'll pull through this together!" She proclaimed, her eyes lit up like the electricity within her. Her fair skin was glowing a light blue as she began Sparking. She put her hand on mine and a surge of electrical energy surged up my arm, lighting my nerves on fire. I winched and she pulled away. "Sorry. I didn't know I was Sparking." She said, as she pulled the electrical current back into her body.

"You don't need to hold it back, I'm okay with a zap or two." I told her, the blue glow now gone completely.

"If I wasn't holding back, you wouldn't be able to be a hundred feet away from me without getting electrocuted to death. I'm concentrating on concealing it all the time and the only time I Spark is when I'm distracted by something." She looked down at her hands, as though inspecting them for the first time," That's why it feels so good to release all the energy, whether by running or charging batteries. Its like having twenty pounds removed from my shoulders... but then when I let out to much energy I feel weak and tired. It's so weird and confusing, nothing makes any sense anymore."

"And it did before?" I asked, Ellie laughed and stood up. She gave a large sigh and turned to me.

"What am I gonna do with you? We should probably get out of Perdido since Zil's looking for you and Sam'll most likely send someone else to search for you when I don't come back. But where should-"

"You can't come with me." I interrupted.

"But..but..why not? We should stick together!"

"I don't want you getting involved in all this! It's my...mistake... now I have to pay for it. I'm not gonna drag you down with me." I shot up off the couch and sped to the door and opened it before Ellie could follow me. I ran down the hall to the stair well. I was headed to Astrid's house. Ellie's pleading call for me to stay with her reached my ears, but I kept running down the stairs. I would see her again, at least I hoped I would.

Demitri's POV

Fuck. Fuck. This can't be happening. No! Why? "Why?" I screamed at nothing. Fuck! My bloody hands grazed the remains of Claire's cheek. Her beautiful face now gone. Torn away. Eaten. Her body now a ripped carcass of flesh. A tear stung my cheek as it fell from my face onto hers. This would be the last thing I could give her. A part of me within her. It should have been me. Why wasn't it me? I knew it was dangerous. I shouldn't have let her go.

My thoughts were interrupted by the crippling snarls of the monsters, back for their meal. My head shot up to scan the surrounding area. The green forest was plastered in blood. The crisp leaves of ferns dripped in Claire. Her essence splattered all around, soaked in by the moss. I got to my feet. The humanoid speech grew closer.

"Goodbye Claire...I'm sorry." I said to her torn corpse before running away. They would smell her on me if I didn't wash off quickly. The Achatz river was close by if I could only reach it before they caught my sent. The sound of the rushing water filled my ears. I burst threw the dense brush to she the ragging river, its dark waters swirling around the immense boulders in its way.

I pulled my blood stained T-shirt off and threw it onto the prickly bush beside me. I wouldn't be able to wash the blood out of my clothes. If I got rid of them now i would be safe but if I kept them the coyotes might be able to catch the metal like sent of dried blood.

I heard a rustle behind me and flinched. The small rustle turned into a crackling burst and what sounded like a scream. My heart raced as the screech of pain reminded me of Claire. The poor girl I was unable to help. I heard a hard slam and ran towards the noise. I knew it wasn't Claire, it couldn't be, but a small part of me told myself that it was. That I somehow had a second chance. That by some miracle her torn body was just part of my imagination and she was still out there. Unharmed.

Instead it was a different girl. Her pale skin was covered in deep gash wounds and her arm was bent in the wrong direction. Red blood oozed around her frame. Her brown hair covered her face. A white bone pierced out of her left leg, pink flesh stuck to its tip. She looked dead. She probably was but something in my head told me that I could save her. If not Claire then this girl whoever she may be.

Carefully maneuvering my arms under her crippled body I picked her up. I could feel the slight pulse of a foreign heart beat on my bare skin. She would survive. I would make sure of it.