She was dressed in a short red dress and her face was caked with makeup. It was the silver bracelet that gleamed in the firelight that gave her away. What was she doing here? Didn't she have a family dinner? Wasn't she supposed to be helping her mom?
His breath hitched as he took another step forward and anger flared in his chest as he watched another guy put his hands around her waist. He lost himself. He forgot about his surroundings. He forgot where he was. He saw some random dude touching his girlfriend's body. No one was allowed to touch her! Only him!
"Hey," he yelled, walking across the clearing and towards the guy who had his hands on his girl. "Get your hands off her!" He closed the large gap quickly, pushing at the guy's shoulder as they turned to look at him.
There was a collection of gasps as the guy stumbled back and nearly fell, though one of his friends was there to steady him.
"V-Varrior," Taylor stuttered, her eyes widened as she turned towards them, guilt flashing in her eyes.
"Do you know who your fucking messing with, cursed," the guy sneered, stomping towards him with clenched fists.
Varrior knew who he was. Damian Rome was the son of the people who own the housing scheme where he lived. He was the asshole son of a perfect family. Varrior strongly disliked him for he was one of his biggest bullies.
"Damian, stop! I'll take care of him," Taylor said, stepping between them.
"Take care of me," Varrior questioned, a deep frown forming on his light pink lips.
"I thought you already took care of him," an almost animalistic growl erupted from Damian's throat.
Varrior glanced at him cautiously before turning his attention to Taylor who held his hands. His hard features momentarily softened.
"I really appreciate your gift but I don't think that I can keep it," she said hesitantly, glancing towards Damian who rolled his eyes. "And we can't be together anymore," her voice was merely a whisper so Varrior had to lean down slightly to hear her words.
"Speak up, bitch!" The loud command of Damian caused her to flinch and she repeated her words loudly.
She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back her tears as she yelled the words for all in the clearing to hear.
Varrior felt her hands slip from within his and as she screamed in his ears, his heart shattered into a million pieces. She didn't want to be with him anymore but why he had been nothing but good towards her. He had treated her like his Queen.
No matter how angry he got, he had never let his anger loose to harm her in any way. He had always been respectful. Hesitated to make way for her approval and consent. Her wish was his command. He had been completely and utterly loyal. Yet, at the call of his enemy, she willingly broke his heart.
Varrior didn't know sadness or heartbreak but he did know anger and it blurred his vision as he glared at Damian.
"You did this didn't you," he said dangerously calmly, at the tone of his voice Corden stepped closer, his body tense as he prepared to intervene and save his friend from his potential death.
"You're a fucking cursed wolf, you don't belong with a girl like her," Damian said but Varrior didn't hear a word, his anger had been building up.
Damian didn't even realise when he had pushed Taylor aside and stepped towards him and with all the strength Varrior's slender body could muster he pulled back his fist and pushed forward with immense force. A crack echoed through the quieted clearing.
Varrior's knuckles burned and ached as he watched with satisfaction as Damian stumbled once again into his friend, who was too slow this time to catch him. The two of them tumbled to the ground and smirk made its way unto Varrior's lips as he watched blood trickle from Damian's mouth, his jaw was dark and slightly caved in.
"Shit," Corden cursed, he had failed.
Damian wiped his lips slowly, glancing at the crimson stain on his hand. He sneered at it and an animalistic growl rumbled in his chest once more. Varrior watched with wide eyes as his blue eyes fade to black and his teeth elongated into sharp fangs.
Strong arm gripped his shoulders and his world blurred as he was suddenly pushed in the direction of the woods.
"Run!" A thunderous voice commanded, sending him sprinting through the dark forest. Growls and screams echoed through the night but all Varrior could hear was his heart thundering in his chest and his erratic breaths.
His heart jolted as he heard growls following closely behind him. He pushed his trembling muscles to move faster, his shoes pounding at the forest floor and his arms swinging at his sides.
He was running but he wasn't sure why. The command shook his very being. In that moment he felt like if he didn't move, he would instantly die. Now by the growls and snarls that followed him as he ran blindly between the trees, leaping over roots and pushing at tree branches, he couldn't help but wonder if his death was in sight.
Lost in thought, Varrior hadn't noticed the large black beast that had gained closer and ran parallel towards him. The creature bared its teeth in a devilish smile before it suddenly ran into him. The force of the impact sent his fragile body into a large tree.
Varrior screamed as a sickening crack echoed through the air and the scent of his blood and fear filled the atmosphere. The beast was not finished with him. The wolf-like creature clenched its jaws around his ankle, sinking its fangs into his flesh, savouring the taste of his blood that dripped into its mouth.
Varrior's screams could be heard as the beast began to run, dragging Varrior under its large body along the forest floor. His body sweeped the crude and rugged forest floor. The beast dragged him far into the woods, until he stopped screaming and only his pained whimpers and slow breathing could be heard.
The creature released his leg and crouched over his body, sniffing his barely moving body. It suddenly slashed at his chest with its massive claws, tearing through his flesh and scarring his ribcage. Varriors body trembled and he cough weakly, blood spluttering from his mouth.
The wolf-like creature then did the unthinkable. It raised its back leg and relieved itself unto the broken boy. Varrior's body twitched and jerked as the warm toxic substance burned his open wounds.
Tears fell from his eyes as he stared towards the hollowed sky. Not even the moon bothered to bid him goodbye.
The beast ran off back the way it came after throwing a very human sound his way. It scoffed at him and then left him to die.
He didn't want to die but how was he supposed to live? He had lost…the love of his life.
He had discarded the thought for awhile thinking that what he was feeling was just hormones of a teenage boy but then she went away one weekend to visit her grandmother and he didn't even notice just how much he missed her until he saw her again and she ran into his arms. His heart had swelled with joy…
Now she didn't want him. He would have done anything for her and now he would die, knowing that she no longer wanted him yet there was nothing more he could do about it. He couldn't win her back. He couldn't save her.
He felt broken as he stared up at the sky. He would die a broken boy.
A strangled sound left his throat, his body aching and burning with pain. How could his world end like this? And by the hands of a strange creature that reminded him of the myth of creatures that walked as both man and beast. A terrible tale of the half man, half wolf being, that hunted and killed for sport. Why had this one left him alive?
Was it so that he could suffer? Could this creature know him?
His thoughts were cut short as something gleamed as it passed through the sky. At first he thought it was a star but he blinked and the sky was still dark. Something gleamed once more. It was bright and glowed a white light. It was falling towards him quickly. Varrior's heart jolted as he hoped.
He hoped to be spared from the cruel hand of death. He hoped for a second chance to be a better son, a better friend, a person and maybe even one day find someone to have a better love with but his hope…didn't matter.
For the object heading towards him was sharper than any sword, lighter than the feather which shape it took and its aim true to his left eye.
His hope ended as it pierced his eye, slicing through his skull like a fish in water. A sigh left his lips and his hope died.
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