As I watch the fire licked across the log in my fire place I stared into it thinking about how I was going to find the dog. Its scent still lingered on my shirt even after hours had passed since it had touched me. I gritted my teeth and cursed at the air. How could I let myself be taken down by a hunter? For years I knew I had been in danger of this happening and I had trained for this but when it came down to it I was helpless. To it I was just a little hopeless pawn trapped in his game. I felt pathetic and worthless. Like all I could do was watch as I died. But I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t just lie down and die. My animal instincts immediately swallowed my fear and replaced it with a fighting rage. I was going to fight the High Council and there god damn hunting dogs. I stood up and went to my dresser. I groped around the wall and finally found the small button embedded in the wall. Immediately the wall rotated the other way revealing my weapons. Bloody roses and machine gun clips were strapped to the wall. Silver daggers able to be strapped to my leg and hidden. But the thing that caught my eye was the red katana hanging on the wall. The blade was wrapped tightly in a red silk and the handle had a red and black diamond pattern. It was the last thing I recovered from my house. It had always been passed down from father to son. It was the last thing I had of my brother. As I removed it from the wall its touch seemed to make memories of the horrid night flood back into my memory all at once. This was the thing that would win me the battle. This was my last stand. I would fight for the memory of younger sister Mary and my older brother Christian. I lived my life for them and I would die in their memory.
prev chapter
![[send message]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/mail.png){kind=small}
![[befriend]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/friend.png){kind=small}
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Flag Writing
