Kitten

Chapter Twenty-Six

I take a deep breath and open the door. I walk out into the hallway, tiptoeing quietly. I can't let the hunters get away with killing Holly. Kurt was killed upon his arrival here. I jump out the window in the hall and shift quickly. I run to the cave he was at before. I take a deep breath and smell hunters everywhere. I crouch low, seeing one up ahead. I pounce on his and pin him down with my claws. I shift and growl in his face.
"Where is your other camp?" I ask my voice low and menacing. He is young, and scared. He can't be older than me and is shaking below me.
"I can bring you there," he says his voice just above a whisper. I pull him to his feet and he leads me away from the cave.

I stand behind the boy who led me here and stand looking at the building.
"Can I go now?" The boy asks still shaking. I cock my head to the side, I bite my lip in pain as I feel myself being pushed to the side. Megaera takes over my body and smiles.
"Yes, you can leave now." I shift and jump on him, ripping out his throat. I shift back and I fall to my knees sobbing.
"Why did you do that?" I whisper through my sobs.
They need to pay, all of them.
"He was just a kid!"
So was Holly! Get up and make them pay! She orders. I stand up, my knees shaking.
"This is not who I am," I whisper, leaning against a tree to regain my balance.
But this is who I am! She pushes me out of the way and walks into the building. I curl up into the same small corner and cry.
"Who are you?" A man yells from down the hall. Megaera turns and smirks.
"You are weak," I hear her deep voice growl at me. She shifts and jumps on the man. She slashes his stomach. I whimper and close my eyes.
"Stop!" I whimper into my knees. I bury my face into my legs as I pull them to my chest.
You are weak! Weak! Weak! As she chants this she slashes the man's stomach again and again. I sob louder wishing the blood and gore would stop. Finally she stands up and shifts back. She walks farther down the hallway with a sadistic smile in her face. "They will pay." As she walks past the mangled body I try not to look at how torn his stomach is, or the blood pooling around his pale body. But the thing I try's not to look at the most is his young, innocent face.

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