The Crossed Pathways to Home

Lucy's world is fading. Sad, alone, her grandmother dying, the rest of the world hating her, what's to look forward to?
But when a mysterious blonde haired boy turns up...


16. Chapter 16

~~"So how are you holding up?" Finbarr asked me.
"I'm nervous" I told him. Grandmas' funeral was tomorrow. "I'm not sure if I want to go" I cringed. I know it's horrendously selfish, but I don't want to see her coffin, her friends crying, her grave. It made it all seem
"You have to go, babe. You'll hate yourself if you don't" he sympathetically told me.
You should hate yourself anyway.
These damn voices were getting annoyingly persistent.
"I know" I sighed.
Christopher walked into the house.
"Mason wants you Finbarr" he said, sitting tiredly down.
"Alone" he added, seeing me about to get up.
Finbarr apologetically grinned at me and walked out.
I sat, awkwardly tapping my fingers off the table, sensing that Christopher was not in a good mood.
"I hear you convinced Finbarr to let you change into a werewolf" Christopher then said coldly.
" was more his idea than mine" I told him timidly.
"I'm sure" he spat. I angrily sighed. There was no point in arguing with him.
"You were lucky!" he then burst. "You were only one year away from college, from being able to do whatever you wanted."
"Why can't I? What if all of us go to college, you, me, Finbarr, Seamus and Lisa? You stay here to stop each-other killing people, why can't we stick together to do the same?"
He looked at me, his eyes shimmering with hope, but he blinked, shook his head and the glimmer disappeared.
"We can't go experimenting. We can't put peoples' lives at risk."
I slumped back, defeated. I knew that nothing would change his mind.
"At least if I were to change to a werewolf, you wouldn't want to kill me" I said sullenly. I saw him suck in his cheeks.
"Nice" he snarled sarcastically.
The boy's traumatized, and you mention that. Nice going.
Not like you hold back from doing the same to me, I snapped to the voices.
"Sorry" I mumbled anyway.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
Then I saw a thick book under his hands.
"Swedish and Irish Wolvien legends?" I asked. His eyes flickered down to it and up again to a wall.
"Yep. The work we're doing to figure out what out have to do, how to help you. It's actually unreal."
You're such a burden.
My stomach dropped in guilt and panic.
"What I have to do?" I nervously asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Yes. Bring peace" he told me, as if I was an idiot.
That's because you are.
That's enough!, I angrily told the voices.
"How am I going to do that? I barely have peace in my own head!" I said indignantly.
"I'm not sure, Lucy."
"Come on!" I exploded. "Everyone's been working on this for ages! You have to know something!" A lump formed in my throat and I blinked back some tears.
"C'mon man...I can't deal with not knowing anything anymore." What I didn't tell him was that I might not be able to cope with knowing the truth either.
He sighed.
"Look..." he said quietly, leaning in closer to me. "Things between Swedish and Irish werewolves have been declining over the past few years. They're trying to introduce a new law that allows them to persecute werewolves who let witnesses live. That prosecution will probably be death. Lucy, if that passes, we're screwed. They could kill this whole pack." He looked at me wide-eyed. "God knows what will happen with the kids who can't change yet. They think they're doing the right thing, that's why they won't stop. To bring peace...I think you have to listen to the ring of the eye, hear Markievz. Hopefully, his words will come through you. Whatever he says, will inevitably happen. Neither party will dare disagree with him. Hopefully, he will want witnesses to live."
"Hopefully?" I asked, dumbfounded. "You are hoping that this ring will go in your favour? You are hoping that it will say yay for the Irish wolves, I'm on their side, and you are hoping that he won't decide to kill us all? That's experimenting with peoples' lives, not going to college."
I felt myself breathing rapidly, my panic rising.
I had the power to determine whether my only friends could live or die, and I didn't want that responsibility.
You're going to make a mess of it, you're going to kill them all.
I got up and started to pace around the kitchen.
"What...what if I just lie? Say he wants to keep witnesses alive?"
"He'll speak in Wolvien language."
"Crap!" I felt like pulling my hair out. "Dude, you've got to be joking. I can't...I don't know...I can't!"
"Lucy, you have to. Calm down." He got up and grabbed me by the shoulders.
"No no no no no no!" I aggressively shook my head. "What if I'm the reason that you're all killed?!" I yelled at him.
"Then that's how it goes."
"You can't look at it like that!" I screeched. "You'll be killed! Seamus, Lisa, Finbarr, Mason, Manix! C'mon man, what will happen to Tara?"
His eyes softened into sadness.
"I don't know" he said gently.
"How can you tell me" I asked, my voice quivering, "that thats' not experimenting with peoples' lives?"
He breathed heavily through his nose and looked down.
"I can't" he said softly. "But it's the only shot we have. The only shot to save you, me, Finbarr, Seamus, Lisa, Mason, Manix and little Tara. You have to do this. No-one else can."

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