Chapter 16: The Horrible Truth
I ran from room to room, and as I passed, the dust was swept up in a strong gust, and flew out of a nearby open window. Happy, I padded down to the library, where I can hear people talking.
"So, may I see Freya? Since she seem's to be the main owner of this place, and know's most of the information." Kingsdale said. I narrow my eye's, didn't they know that I'm not supposed to exist right now?!
"She's... going through some difficulties..."
"But she's well enough to go look at flower's, by herself?" Countered Kingsdale, looking at Ridge, who was still oblivious to the situation.
I frowned. It look's like their in a very tricky situation, and I can't do anything about it! Or maybe...
I ran out from my hiding spot, and barked, getting everyone's attention. I twirled on the spot, before barking again.
"Who is this dog?" He asked. Everyone stared at me, their mouth's open.
I ran in a circle, grabbing some paper, before showing it to them.
"This is Freya?!" He exclaimed, reading the paper. The other's were speechless.
I barked, and ran to the door, turning around and barking again. "It seem's like she wants us to follow her." Duncan muttered, before walking slowly to me. I bark, slowly leading them to a closed door. Lewis reached out and opened it, gasping slightly when he saw what was inside. I ran around, before sitting in the middle of the room. Around me was hundred's of trophy's, certificate's and medals.
"Best dog 2013... Best dog 2012... Most obedient dog 2012?! Why, it look's like Freya has won quite a few awards!" Exclaimed Kingsdale, looking at me. I pant happily, my tail wagging quickly. "Who is the owner?" I tilt my head, before slowly walking up to Ridge, nudging him forwards.
"Um, me?" He said.
"Well, I must congratulate you sir, I think I misjudged you. I had no idea you was talking about a dog. How did she come to posses a mansion?"
"Uh," He looked at me, and I pointed to the amount of money I had won. "Prize money... yeah, we was looking through some pictures, and she wanted this place. We bought it together, me and my... crew, under her name."
Kingsdale nodded, and quickly scribbled some more thing's. "So you don't really know this place's history?" Everyone shook their head.
"Well, I shall be on my way. I just need to see the deed and blueprint's of this place." Lewis nodded, and quickly showed it to him.
I let out a sigh, and quickly walked out the room. I'm quite claustrophobic, and if I stayed in there for another moment... I shuddered, feeling my fur raise. Bounding down the corridor, I skidded slightly, before arriving at the kitchen. Scrambling onto the counter, I pawed at a few jar's, before settling on a blue one. Winning slightly, I dropped it onto the floor, impressed that the jar did not smash.
"I didn't know you loved cookies..." Someone muttered, and I froze. Turning my head, I saw Ridge looking down at me, smirking. I stood still for a few more moment's, before running away. I heard a confused shout, but I didn't hesitate, and ran through the labyrinth I call home. I burst through a door, noticing it's the balcony, and I jumped from window sill to window sill. When I finally found a open window, I jumped through, and carried on making my way to my destination. I needed to get away from him... can't think when I'm near him... I skidded to a stop, in-front of my bed-room door, noticing it's closed.
Teleporting, I hid under the sheet's, my paws over my eye's. Why the hell do I feel this way? Whenever he's nearby, my thoughts just go all fuzzy, and everything becomes complicated... I groan, and turn around. I... I think I've developed feeling's for him. No! I can't get attached... but I knew I already had. The Yogscast are now a permanent part of me, that I will never forget, and all because of one simple glitch...
"Freya?" I heard someone call, and I raise my head warily. Noticing it's Ridge, I turn my head and laid back down. I breathed deeply, feeling tear's build up. They all die in the end, every single one of them. Wither away, like a flower. Locked away in my memories, never to be thought of again...
"Freya.. are you... crying? Don't worry, you will turn back soon!" He said, scooting nearer, and stroking me, not realising the real reason. I lifted my head, and I looked at him, my eye's filled with sadness. If only you could understand... Sighing, I jump back down, and slowly walked to the door. He will never understand. He has no feelings for me, probably only see's me as a friend. That is the truth. Shaking my head quickly, I barked a quick bye, before disappearing with a soft 'whoop'.
Blinking, I found out I had appeared in the wood's that surround the back of the mansion. Martyn's presence has a weird... influence on the nature around us. About to leave, my ear's suddenly shoot up, and my whole body tensed. I turned my head sharply, to notice another wolf, surrounded with a purple-ish aura. Teeth bared, it acted aggressively towards me, and I responded the same way.
We paced around the clearing, not taking our eye's away from each-other. Finally, I pounced, going instantly for the neck, my rage fuelling my action's. It let out a roar, and fought back, scratching the side of my face. All I could see was red. Maybe it was my own blood, maybe it was my anger, but I let out a bone-chilling howl, before charging, my pelt stained red. It yelped, and backed off, but I used it to my advantage, and clawed at it, ripping fur everywhere. I stood triumphant over it's broken and bleeding body, about to make that one final strike-
"STOP!" Someone shouted, zapping me back into reality. I stumbled, and looked around. I was in... Rythain's room? No... I look down, to see him on the floor, bleeding, his neck fully exposed...
I was just about to kill someone.
I back away, snarling, now having no control over what's reality and what my imagination has created. I flinched from the light that suddenly poured into the room, and my mind finally figured out the difference. I look down at my paw's, covered in blood, my wound's still bleeding.. I looked at everyone running into the room, the desperate cry's of Zoey... I shrank back, whimpering.
I was scared.
I saw Ridge, trying to calm me down, but keeping his distance.
He was scared too.
Everyone was shouting, they looked at me with fear in their eye's, and I can smell it... like sour milk.
I hated it.
This is why I don't make contact, this is why I stay away from people, this is why I hide from the world.
This is the horrible truth.
I cannot run from my past. I'm a murderer, a killer, a monster. My insecurities have come back worse then ever, and all it took was one little push... and it will send me over the edge.
I let out a howl of horror, and started panicking. The wall's, they were closing in... they laugh at me, they taunt me...
I felt a stab of pain, and I look around to see Duncan injecting... something into my arm. I let out a yelp, but it came our slurred, I staggered around, my balance uncertain. My face... I felt the wound's heal quickly, numbed by this weird potion. I look back up, suddenly feeling very small. "I'm sorry..." I heard someone whisper, just before I collapsed onto the ground.
Authors Notes:
If you noticed, my titles are getting better! Yaaay! A small achievement for someone like me. Tomorrow it's bank holiday, so expect many stories! Also I will do requests, I want to do another story except this one. Please write your thought's below, it's nice reading them!
Thank's for reading!
Signing out,
Deceptive Chrysalis