The Servant Of Chaos (WIP-New Part Every Monday/Friday)

Chapter II | Part 3

After seeing Caleb making out with the blond guy, Synthia's mind had gone spinning without control. A lot of questions floated in her troubled head and her heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over with a blond knife. 

She had been so worried about not getting her expectations high about the ball that she hadn't noticed how much she was expecting things to go well with Caleb. She had let her heart get so high in hopes of having found the perfect guy, that when those hopes crashed down her mind broke down just as suddenly as well.

She silently thanked the whining violins invading her eardrums for not letting her hear the throbbing of her own heart in her head. The tight crowd pushed her and pulled her around, but, though she would have usually held her ground, she let herself get lost in the swirling crowds.

Tears started to push at the back of her eyes, but not directly from the incident with Caleb.

It was much more than that. The last months had been living hell, with her parents divorcing, her dad moving to another country and both of them fighting for her custody had driven her to an anxiety attack. She had visited a shrink, who instead of giving her a solution, recommended she was separated from her parents' drama. Therefore, landing her a spot at an American Academy she did not want to be at.

 And now that she had allowed her hopes high for a good life in America, she had been let down, once again.

A salty drop started to blur her vision, and she was about to head to the restrooms to wipe it off when she heard the first scream. At first, she confused it with the excited yelps of people at the party, maybe a high-class woman who had had a little too much champagne.

But then she heard another one, way too guttural for a normal scream. Then a high pitched call for help and a throat-ripping wail that cut through the loud music of the party. The band stopped playing and people scanned around for answers.

The tears stopped coming as her hearing sharpened, her mind ignoring the confused chattering and focusing on the rest of the sounds. She heard nothing more than whispers and steps.

There it was.

A low, deep growl. It wasn't anything human, it couldn't be. She heard the creature snarl again, her ears picking up impossibly quite details in a room with such compressed noise.

But still, she could hear it. Claws scratching against marble like nails against a chalkboard, primitive snarls and growls that seemed to come from the center of the manor's first floor. She stopped and unconsciously spun, heading now in the direction of the sounds. The screaming got louder and the people stirred. Beneath the incessant chit-chat, she could hear crashing, struggling, and snarling much louder than before. 

She scanned her surroundings, seeing only waves of dresses and top hats. She looked at her silver bracelet, which she would've swore chimed and hummed at her wrist, getting tighter and tighter as she went. She noticed that the accessory glimmered as she walked under one of the skylights that adorned the detailed roof. The girl gazed up and saw the moon, centered above the crystal dome that topped the building.

Her white heels clicked along the marble floor as her feet started picking up their pace towards the origin of the sounds. Screams flooded the manor and people began to whisper uneasily, everyone now conscious that something was wrong.

Her silver dress fluttered in a gust of wind. A loud creak announced that the heavy, wooden, main doors were being opened and letting people out in a panicked rush. The wailing was getting louder, filling the atmosphere with a tang of fear.

Synthia started moving faster, trotting against the crowd and making her way through as everyone started walking towards the exit. Eventually, she reached the center of the stadium.
Suddenly, the bracelet seemed to grip her right wrist tighter than it ever had before. It sent waves of energy up and down her right arm, shocking and hurting her, not allowing her to keep moving. In pain, she took a few steps back, retreating into the confused crowd. The pain decreased a little. Then she turned and kept walking to her left, the blinding pain diminishing. Eventually, the pain was even bearable.

That's when she realized, even though she did not know why or how, the bracelet was telling her where to go. She continued in that way until the pain was completely gone.

And that's when she saw the wolf.

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