Chapter 16 (re)


    Franchesca ced her hand on the knob of the front door just as a ck hand with sharp wed


    fingers gripped her wrist and hauled her into the apartment, mming the door,tching it from the


    inside. The whole scene took merely seconds.


    An extra second too long to register what re just saw before her. re screamed as loud as she


    could. She screamed until her voice cracked. Nathan didn''t waste time in knocking her out of the way


    and throwing himself against the wooden door that burst open. A shiny gold knife was pulled out from


    his buckle under his jacket before he charged into the apartment.


    Crawling toward the door, her eyes bulging. On the verge of wetting her pants, re watched in


    stunned silence as Nathan sprung himself up in mid-air and jumped on top of the monstrous creature


    with the gold dagger in his hand like he was diving in the middle of a war zone, and had done it a


    thousand times over.


    Eyes fixed on her brother’s movement, he was that amazing. Shocked to the spot as he continuously


    plunged the dagger into the creature, re didn''t notice at first the ck and slimy monstrous creature


    with bloodied horns protruding from its back or the red eyes that stuck out of its head. She only paid it


    attention when the pupil-less eyes of the creature focused on her before it bellowed in pain.


    The creature whined, but Nathan relentless with his de didn''t pause with his continuous assault. The


    acidic stench of rotten flesh filled the air. Knife in. Knife out. He didn''t stop, but the creature wouldn’t let


    up, and re could see why. Her mother was embedded under its body, not moving. The image


    enough to shake her out of the shock that threatened to hold her captive. re got up and ran into the


    house. Grabbing a vase by the front door she cracked it on the wall. Keeping the sharp point in her left


    hand she struck the creature, the piece didn''te out. Screaming, she kicked the wailing beast.


    “LET. HER. GO,” kick, “You disgusting,” kick, kick, “Ah, piece of shit.” “LET,” kick, “HER,” hard kick,


    “GO.”.


    Dislodging Nathan off like he was a bug, sending him through the balcony window, the evil gosling


    finally got off her mother.


    Now facing her, the beast began to transform. Too stunned, she didn’t see her mother grabbing


    Nathan’s dagger from the floor until her mother plunged it into the neck of the creature.


    “re RUN.”


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    But re couldn’t move, a sh and a strange pain prickling in her stomach had her looking down.


    w marks parted her shirt and flesh, blood gushing out of her abdomen, hands to the gaping wounds


    as the warm liquid dripped over and through her fingers, she felt herself falling down, her body


    shuddering with pain as her head made contact with the hard tiled floor.


    Was this what death felt like, Was it so easy. Even in death, her mind remained curious, refusing to


    ept scraps. She tried focusing, but a sharp needle stabbed her brain. Voices, what were those


    voices. Why did she keep hearing voices? Loud screaming hurt her ears, then nothing, silence. A


    sudden burn torching her stomach took over all of her senses, melting it into one- excruciating pain..


    What felt like hours, she knew must''ve been minutes before she was invaded by ckness. Not


    understanding it, re weed the bright lighting from the far end of her psyche. Her heavy


    eyelids slowly opening.


    Lying helpless on the floor re focused on the first thing she could see, her mother kneeling and


    gasping for air. Next to her mother sat a frowning Alonso and an out-of-breath sweaty Nathan who


    crouched next to re''s head. Swallowing the tears that threatened to flow from upon seeing the worry


    in her brother’s face she ced her hands t on the floor, “Mom, are you okay, Jesus what the hell


    was that thing?”


    re lifted herself up expecting to feel pain from the ab curl being done, she frowned, pausing. She


    was more than certain the blood on her stomach was hers, she lifted the ripped t-shirt up slowly.


    Sucking in air, she contemted what she’d find under it.


    Not feeling pain anymore is a good thing, she told herself even as she hesitated.


    Tightening her spine in preparation, there wasn''t much that could shock her after what she had just


    witnessed. Having already pieced together that there was something more to her. In a ce kept inside


    her head, locked away, she’d always known she was different.


    Steeling herself, re lifted the rest of her top up. Unsurprised that the wound was healed, but still a


    soft gasped escaped her parting lips, “It’s gone.”


    Tracing the red cursive marks that now marred her stomach she didn''t say anything after that.


    re was scared, yes, her entire world was spinning on a different axis, and it was only the


    beginning.