Dead End

Dead End

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My world is a constant battle of painful memories and bitter hope. I've been running for two years now. I'm always looking over my shoulder, looking to the side, but never to the present. I don't deserve peace and happiness, my hands forever tainted by the innocent.

I find myself at a dead end of sorts or more of a crossroads, but will I survive what is to come? Or will I submit to my fate?
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My world is a constant battle of painful memories and bitter hope. I've been running for two years now. I'm always looking over my shoulder, looking to the side, but never to the present. I don't deserve peace and happiness, my hands forever tainted by the innocent.

I find myself at a dead end of sorts or more of a crossroads, but will I survive what is to come? Or will I submit to my fate?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Back through my tainted memories

Author Chapter Note

Raven is on the run from her past. She leaves the safety of her new friends and takes to the roads alone. She has a dark past with many secrets and fear of being found.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 16, 2017

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I rummage through my closet, my mind caught between a rock and a hard place. I couldn’t stay here any longer, people have been asking too many questions. But I loved living here and the people I’ve come to love. I look back at my worn leather bag, stamps, and tags from all over decorating the thing like some morbid artwork. If people saw that, I would no doubt be labeled as a modern-day gypsy.

I made sure to be at home while everyone was busy with their lives. I hated goodbyes. A sigh spills from my lips. If only I had been born an average human. Maybe my life would be easier then. I walk over to my dresser, a few trinkets scattered across the surface. My eyes fall to the ruby necklace, a fond smile finding its way across my lips. Debra bought this for me at a yard sale. 

I stuff the necklace into my back pocket. I might not be able to take them with me, but maybe I could take a few pieces of them. Doug’s old sunglasses. Sallie’s favorite book. I place all my treasure’s carefully in my bag, making sure it would be the first things I see as I opened my bag. A sob rips from my soul. Why? Why was this happening to me? Couldn’t they just leave me alone?No, Raven, this is your punishment, you know that!

I wanted to stay so badly, but staying would put them in danger. The clock chimes its mournful tune, turning all my nightmares into reality. It was time to go. I whisper a goodbye to the empty rooms, my eyes filling with tears as I walk past each of my friend’s doors. I will never see them again. I grab my bag, fling it over my shoulder and walk out the door. I will not make the same mistake as before, I will not bring death and destruction to their lives.

I hop into my blue convertible. The car sputters and backfires to life, its days also numbered. All it was now, was a countdown to her final breath. I loved this car, she’s been with me from the start and never once gave me any problems. I liked to think she knew the trouble I was in and made it her duty to carry me to safety. I reverse out of the parking, my eyes staring at the house for the last time. I close my eyes, wipe the stray tear from my cheek and drive down the road.

***

2 Weeks later,

My cell has been beeping and ringing nonstop. I don’t answer any of the messages or calls. I should’ve left the phone there, breaking all contact, but the selfish part of me just couldn’t seem to let go. I’ve listened to all the voice messages, the rants, the angry shouts and the tearful ones. The messages had the same rants and tears in them, but I still refused to answer back. I looked at the pictures of us together, the smiles, the silly ones, the dancing ones and knew I had to destroy them all.

I select all the pictures, my finger hovering over the delete button. Two weeks ago, I said goodbye, but here I was still clinging to the past. I press down, watching as the phone deletes all three hundred and twenty pictures and fifty-nine videos. I allow myself to cry, sobs racking through my body as I stare at the blank screen. This is not how it was supposed to be. I was to help the Organization to liberate shifters, not go on a killing spree. Why did I not see the malice in their eyes the day I joined? How could I have been so painfully blind?

The day I ran away, broke all ties with that cruel world, was the first time in my life I felt truly free. Yet, here I was, running from that world. Some freedom, right? I pull my bag closer, rummaging around for my last orange. I’ve not stopped anywhere public for the last two weeks, my paranoia still too raw and close to the surface. I didn’t even know where I was, my movements are random and unpredictable. I was taught how to survive and evade, who knew I would hone those skills so perfectly.

I peel my orange, my stomach grumbling in anticipation. It’s been a while since I ate properly. I look at my legs and arms. Losing weight might be a dream come true to a normal human woman, but for a shifter, it was bad news. We burned more energy and required a certain amount of protein and calories to keep us going. Especially if you’re a predator shifter. So, losing all that weight and muscle made you vulnerable and weak. I lean my head on the steering wheel, shoveling the orange into my grateful mouth.

My animal claws at my insides. She wants to get out, be free, take to the skies and soar. I just couldn’t allow her that freedom just yet. People might see a wolf and just shrug, even if its size is twice that of an average wolf, but seeing a giant eagle soaring through the skies, well that made people stand up and notice. Yeah, I’m a giant Shadow Eagle. There weren’t many of us left, so losing just one of us was a big hit. We’re silent hunters, powerful fighters and merciless once we tracked down our prey.

Fire flashes behind my closed eyes, pain screams through my body as I relive that day. The day I saw what I was too blind to see.

***

8 Years ago,

Fuck, I was so young back then, so naïve, so full of myself. They saw me coming and played me like a violin. I was in love with that world the moment I set foot into their madness. I was so blind and followed just as blindly. They trained us, both in human form and animal form, honing our abilities, turning us into the perfect aerial assault team. I was the only girl in my group of avian fighters but earned my respect quickly. I was fearless and strong, never one to back down.

I sob silently as I remember my first assignment. It was an orphanage. Children were outside playing, singing and dancing, never aware of the killer watching them. I was sent in to gather information. Fuck, I remember how my heart raced with excitement as I hid in the shadows. Domino, the madman we all followed, managed to convince us that these children were full grown shifters. How none of us could see through his bullshit sooner, I can never explain or tell you.

We questioned this, but he had an answer for everything. He said that these shifters had made a deal with a witch to keep them in their child form as humans, but as their fully-grown counterpart once they shifted. I believed every word that man uttered and soon grew to hate the shifters and people almost as much as he did. I loathed them, wondering how they could betray their roots as well as us so easily, that I found killing them almost like a mercy killing.

The night of the attack I did wonder why these cunning shifters stayed in their human form but were quickly put at ease. Domino explained that he managed to track down the witch and forced her to place them under a spell that would keep them in their child-like form. There was so much blood. We slaughtered all of them, seeking out each and every one and snuffing them out.

This mindless slaughter went on for six years, my heart and soul offered to the cause as I took mission after mission. They began to call me the Phantom. Not very original, but fitting none the less. I was an animal. I was so consumed with his anger and madness that it took losing one of my teammates, to wake me from my mindlessness. Drifter fell that night, his body broken and burned. The smell of his death clung to my soul, still sticks, forcing me to finally open my eyes. He was also the first that started questioning the system and the first of many victims that fell. Domino didn’t like questions, didn’t like his warrior’s, more like puppets, to wake up from his illusions.

After that day, I began to notice things. Things that should have been red lights flashing on the first day. We never stayed at one place longer than a few weeks. We were never allowed to visit friends or family. We were never allowed to see plans, or places not given to us. We were never to question his or his general’s orders. After that day, I made it a point to look at things through my eyes and what I found shattered my being. 

We’ve been killing human children and shifter children. Not fully grown shifters that made a deal with some witch. No, we killed real children. I cried myself to sleep that night after I threw up for hours. I hated myself, I felt like a monster. I showered and showered, but I couldn’t wash away the filth that was me. Innocent blood covered my hands in a crimson tide. Everywhere I looked I saw their faces. Slade found me huddled in the shower crying my eyes out. 

He dried me and put me to bed that night. The next day I found his wings hanging in my closet with his feet. A note was pinned to his bloody feathers. My hands shook as I peeled it from his feathers.

My dearest Phantom,

Your fellow, Night Terror as you call yourselves, came to me in a fit of rage and demanded I tell him what was going on. You can imagine my surprise and disgust at having a lowly foot soldier coming up to me, claiming all kinds of nonsense. I, of course, had to kill him, can’t have him spreading his lies. This placed me in a rather tight spot. As you know, there aren’t many of your kind left so you can understand the loss I had to suffer. Thus, I lay the following options at your door. You either continue to fight for me, or I kill off your team, one member at a time. 
Should you agree to the first, please note that you forgo all freedom. You will only be let out on my command. After your mission, you will return to my side, where I will keep you safe from the others and yourself. 

Furthermore, you will bond your beast to mine so my people can look at us as a united front. 

Forever mine,
Domino
P.S. You belong to me. Come to me tonight, we’ll proceed with the ceremony of souls. I wish to bind us together before your next mission.

That letter set in motion so many things that I still can’t fully understand. Mike and Sheila found me covered in Slade’s blood. They took the letter from me, and Slade’s, what was left of him, body and buried him. I still don’t know where and feel I don’t deserve to know. My team gathered together after that, and we planned our escape. Seven minutes to twelve we made our escape, each scattering into the far corners of the world.

***

Present,

A loud bang jolts me from my inner turmoil, my heart slamming into my chest. I scan the area around me with trained precision. I was just beginning to relax when a giant net covers my car. I grab for the keys, my mind blind with panic as I try to start my car. I want to scream in rage. Now my car picks the time to break down. I stop trying to start the car, focusing on the net that surrounds me.

I pull my knife from my left boot and begin hacking away at the thing. A sharp pain explodes on my shoulder, cold liquid filling my system. I try to fight off the drug stealing my consciousness, stars dancing at the edge of my vision. My breathing is erratic, my mind slowly drifting away. The knife slips from my pitiful grasp, my arms and legs heavy with sleep. I lift my suddenly heavy head, looking around the dark.

There behind the large boulder a shadow creeps forward. I can’t focus, my mind swimming in confusion. The dark figure steps up next to me, his scent enveloping me in honey and summer sun. I force my eyes to look up one last time, two bright silver orbs staring at me with hate and disgust.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the infamous Phantom. Welcome to my world bitch.”

I stare at his face, watching in horror as my vision goes dark.



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