Running, Never Stopping

After the first transformation, a shifter named Sophie reveals her secret. Now many people don't know this but there are shifters that watch over them all. When she starts to run she finds many others her age from different corners of the world. what would happen if these people came for you? Would you run or sacrifice yourself for the sake of your kind? For anyone this would be a tough decision, Sophie has to face it though. And it could be a bloody battle to fight for the right, and stand up to the wrong.

This is made for my friends who have given me the character's name's and what they want to happen. One of them wanted a version of one direction so sorry if you didn't want this but they would like this. I hope you enjoy this, comment below if you would like to be in this or any future stories I will publish!!

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6. My duty

Soph's POV

I looked in to his eyes, I made sure he saw how I felt about him. I saw the pain run through him, I laughed to myself. My ears twitched as I heard the tapping of my mother, her face came in to view and I froze. It was all my fault, I was the reason she had stains from crying on her usual rosy cheeks, I was the reason her hair was a mess, I was the reason for her grief. I shot one glance back at the man and then bolted, wanting to find some peace in the woods. I felt more at home here than I actually did in the building, it all felt alien to me. I jerked to a stop and howled, my chorus radiating through the thick bracken. The birds silenced to her the foreign song that echoed to their nests. I felt the feelings from the foxes as the tensed form the intruder that they knew would kill them. I stopped for breath and started again, my ears tuned in on the thumps of feet running towards me. I cut off and turned head on. My body rippled with anger, my claws making small trenches in the soft mud beneath my feet. Whoever this was, whoever dared to cross my path, was dead.

Harry's POV

I said goodbye to Katty and left to find my niece, I stopped when I made sure I was out of sight and stifled a cry when I heard the screams of pain and shouting coming from the house. I ran along the border to find the couple who had changed so much since the arrival of their daughter, were standing their. Blood was splattered against the window and the flickering of the lights made me release a single tear. I wiped it away quickly and then ran back to my purpose, I needed to find her and bring her back. I she refused I would help her with what we needed to do:

*flashback*

I had arrived a two years ago to the house, it was silent. The beat of a mouse' heart could have been picked up strongly. The tree's held their breath and the house froze in position. I closed the door to my car and ran in, not bothering to knock. I searched from the hallway and heard the muffled whisper come from the living room. I sprang round the corner, my knees shook from what I was greeted with. Niall passed out and covered in blood on the couch, Katty was on the floor sobbing, her t-shirt dripping in her own blood. I went to go towards her but, even in how much pain she was in, she crawled over to the corner and screamed out for Niall. I went over to him but was stopped in my tracks by her three words:

"Don't touch him." her words were cold and a unimaginable amount of pain was pushing the anger out in to them. I ignored her and laid two fingers on to Niall's wrist. There was no heartbeat. I grabbed him and pulled him on to the floor and started CPR. I heard a click and looked to my left. Katty had a gun and was ready to fire it at me, I stood up and walked to the other side of the room. I watched as she caressed his face and winced as she tried to do what I was just doing. I walked up to her and rested my hand on her back, she calmed down and gripped on to the carpet in pain. I lifted up her top and saw a deep stab wound in her side. I pulled out my phone and dialled for an ambulance, I crouched down and started again on to his heart.The ambulance came 10 minutes later and still Niall hadn't woken up, The carried Katty on to a stretcher and in to the main compartment to get her away from the horror. They called clear and shocked him with the paddles, I had to excuse myself so I went on the lawn and curled up to cry and die. I didn't know where Sophie was, but I just sat there and cried. I heard the wheel of the trolley and gasping as I saw my only brother wheeled in to the ambulance to join his love. I saw the pain in his eyes and I understood immediately. The Kira where her. The Kira are a band of brothers and sisters who can change like us and when they find they someone has changed in front of people or has told them then they have to be punished. If the criminal was not found then the family must pay.

*end of flashback*

I stood there waiting to see what was happening. I sighed but was off again when I heard the howl. It silenced birds and made the wildlife quiver. It made my heart stop. I tried to stop my feet from being thunder claps but I was so worried about her I couldn't. Another howl, I charged forward and felt my heart flip. Then it was gone, I knew I was close so changed and quietly padded over another place where I would not be in her direct killing area. I came out to her right and yapped playfully, wagging my tail in recognition. She snapped her head in my direction and I was shaking. Those eyes meant certain death for whoever came to her, when she saw me though they were blown away with the wind and happiness came to them. She looked frightened for a second,

What is it? What's wrong?

What is this feeling Harry?

Have you never felt happy before?

Not that I can remember, I can never remember my childhood. These past two years are all I have and they have been filled with pain and pure hatred. I can never go back there, I don't want to anyway.

You don't have to. You have a duty though. 

I replayed that day to her and she growled when I played her father.

For my mother I must do this.

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