Emily has ran for her life. She is sick of being chased like a pest. Until one day she has to stop running away, she has to run to it. To face her inner nightmare. what she is fighting for is her only weapon. and no-one knows this but her. (This is a sequel to shifter)


7. Out

I was in this fantastic world. Me, Henry and Jess, as a newborn, were all together. I was playing with Jess and the Henry came in. He stood there cackled and wanted to play with her. I was weak so he took her easily. He walked off, I couldn't get up. He turned and flashed a smile. It wasn't Henry it was that man who had changed it to Henry on the battle field. I didn't want to know his name so he was unknown to me but very much familiar in his face and stature. He walked away with Jess, she was just giggling because she believed this was her father. People were sticking needles in my arms and legs, I thrashed to tell them what had happened but their grip tightened on my body. This world was not so fantastic any more. The last thing I saw in this world was Jess. Dead.


I woke up screaming. What I had dreamt was partly true, Jess was gone and I was in that horrid fazing cage again with a needle sticking out of my leg. There must have been others, blood was starting to trickle down them. It was cold to my skin, unexpected. I howled in disagreement to the bleeding and of me being down here. It was then I realised how I must have been weak. I must have been fazing. Henry ran down, he was bandaged up again. Guilt spread through me like wild fire and I could not come to another explanation that would make me think that it wasn't me. I bowed my head in shame when he came down.

"Emily, this was kinda you but it doesn't matter. I nearly fazed to when I realised she was gone, but when I saw you; that actually broke me down. Richard brought you up here and did more tests. You have been out for three days. What were you howling about?" he had said a smile on his face. My head turned to my legs, the blood was coming more now, pools of blood filled with every drop more and more.

"Oh, I will get Richard and then he'll tell you what we have planned." he had said. He turned and sprinted up the stairs. I lay there, waiting. Richard soon came down to dress the wounds, I still hadn't fazed back.

"There Emily, now we have a plan to save Jess. You need to faze back to do so though." He had said. his eyes were fixed on mine, forcing me to listen. To change.

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