Chapter 3, Information on the Beast
I didn't see Roland for a few days after that. He said he had something to take care of, which I was guessing was stuff involving his wolf self. But when I asked if it was about Decline, he said not exactly. Trying to find out what was going on with him, I tried to find him around town. Unfortunately, I didn't find him Saturday or Sunday. I actually got Elisha, Declan, and Alex to help me out, who didn't find anything as well. Instead of finding Roland, I found something else.
I walked down passed a gravesite on my way downtown, and noticed there was a funeral going on. It was a rather interesting group of people gathered. There was a lot of people, and I saw Roland there, looking over in a distance. Relieved and excited, ignoring the funeral present, I ran up to him. He didn't seem too happy to see me at this time. He looked around, and grabbed my arm then pulled me behind a big tree then he did his super speed jump. I'm not sure what else to call it, for it felt like light speed except not really in a space ship in the movies. It was certainly different from the TV shows, for your hair actually gets effected by the fast wind.
"I fixed this all up for you, ya know." I said dramatically. I wanted to know why he zoomed us out of there. "What was that about? And where are we?"
"How did you find me?" He asked, urgently and impatiently. I saw in his eyes he wasn't too happy. Not mad, but worried.
"I was going downtown and saw you. I haven't seen you in days I was worried." I replied. "I missed you." He sighed.
"Listen; it's very sweet of you to be so cute and find me, but right now isn't the best time, alright? I'm busy right now, and I've got big stuff to take care of." He said to me. I nodded in understanding.
"I see." I replied. "Will you make it to my graduation and a date before?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Maybe." He replied. "Depends on a few things. But I will go to your graduation." He kissed me, then vanished. I looked around, and noticed I was back at the gravesite. Everyone had already left from the funeral except one man. Curious, I walked up to the gravestone. I read the name, and it said; Ronald Blake, a savior.
I looked at the man next to me, and he looked rather interesting. He was around the same height as Roland, and looked stronger than him. He wasn't bigger, but I felt power radiate from his body heat. He had shiny black hair which was combed back like Roland's. He wore a long, black drench coat. His skin was normal toned, but was smooth. His eyes were blue, a strange blue. There was something about him that didn't seem normal.
"Did you know him?" He asked me. He continued to stare at the gravestone. He had a rather cool voice, that was settle. His tone of voice was high, but the loudness of his voice was quiet and yet understandable.
"To be honest, no." I replied. "I saw a large crowd here and was wondering who died." He nodded.
"Understood." He said. "Ronald was a savior for many people, and a destroyer for hundreds." He looked at me. He inspected me head to toe, then looked at my face for a bit. Then looked back at the gravestone.
"How so?" I asked him, interested. He dug himself into his jacket. Not to hide, but he seemed to think of his jacket as comfy by the way he looked.
"If you tell me your name, I will tell you about him." He offered. His cheeks were red, and I could tell he was blushing. I knew that nothing bad could come of this, so I decided to play along. I nodded to him, and told him my name. "Cara?" He repeats, with his face blushing even more. "That's a pretty name."
"Thank you." I replied. "Now can you tell me about Ronald?" I asked. He took a minute, then spoke.
"Ronald was a normal kid before I met him," he began, "not completely, for he was a little anti social. He'd never talk to anyone unless spoken to, but more in a way like it was a rule he created for himself. He never seemed to like telling people how he felt for he was insulted quite a bit."
"How'd you know that if this was before you met him?" I asked. "Did he tell you?"
"Not exactly." He answered. "I've seen people mess around with him, but I never took time to realize he was actually getting pretty hurt inside. Many different emotions built up in him, and it changed him." He had gotten upset and angry, for I noticed him clenching his fists inside his jacket, and the wrinkles on his forehead. His eyes lightened with sorrow. "You understand, that Ronald wasn't exactly treated the way he thought he would. He had a friend named Kathrine, and that was it. If Kathrine wasn't there, he would have certainly killed himself."
"Kathrine?" I asked. the man shook his head, and continued with his story. I felt badly noticing now that he was my age.
"Ronald randomly had people talk to him, and became friends with him. He was happy for once." He sighed. "But poor kid; he only talks when spoken to. All of his friends, after about two years, they all vanished. They were still around, still alive and went to the same school. But they weren't really his friends." I looked at Ronald's grave and somehow felt his pain. I imagined what his life must have been like, and how painful it was.
"Kathrine is pissed." The man said, shaking. "Ronald became friends with us; his real friends. He wanted to protect us, but - he wasn't strong enough." He tried to hold in his tears. "Kathrine is pissed, and I am too." He walks off. I followed him.
"Who is Kathrine?" I asked again. He turned to me.
"Are you the one Roland was talking about?" He asked, suddenly. Tears were still running from his eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked, concerned. He nodded.
"Good. Kathrine is-" he was interrupted.
"Cara, let's go. Now." Roland showed up. He wasn't happy at all. I was going to reply, but I had a feeling that was a bad idea.
"Bye, Cara." The man said to me, waving. "I'm Adien by the way."
"Nice to meet you." I replied, before Roland taking me away. He zoomed us back to my place.
Roland was pacing back and forth. I explained to him everything that happened, but it was almost like he wasn't really engaging in the conversation. I noticed he was in deep thought, but he wanted me to talk so I did. As I watched him pace, I noticed that his shoes were muddier than they were previously. "So who is Katherine?" I asked. Roland stopped pacing.
"You do not want me to answer that question, Cara." He replied. He gave me a concerned look. "Trust me, ya don't. I know that you already know this much, but getting caught into this is a little too deep." I stood up from my chair.
"I'm your girlfriend last time I checked." I exclaimed. "And I'm still alive!"
"Which is exactly why I don't want you to know who Kathrine is!" Roland yelled. He noticed he had yelled, and apologized. After a long pause, I decided to speak.
"Is she like the leader of Decline?" I asked calmly. He shook his head.
"No." He replied. "She's worse." I looked at him with confusion.
"Worse?" I asked. He nodded.
"She's one of the Decendents." He began. "And by god - pissing off one of them is like committing suicide."
"What's a Decendent?" I asked. I was actually shaking now.
"There was a legend of the Decendents; beings which only two exist in the world. They were created to make balance. Either by creating, saving, or destroying. And no, they aren't Gods. They are hybrids."
"And what's a hybrid?" I asked. He laughed. "What?"
"You know so little." He responded. "It's so sad how we are at war, and the humans don't know a thing what's going on!" He calmed down, then continued. "A hybrid is a mix of two things, for example half life half death."
"Makes sense." I added. "What kind of hybrid are these Decendents?" I asked.
"No one knows the answer to that," he replied, "some say angel and demon, others say wolf and god, and others say a discrimination. No one knows, for they are just so strong. However, they both have one thing in common; they must be together."
"Whys that?" I asked.
"In order for the 'tree' to continue on, they must create another. Legend says that if they have a child and it grows to live a full year, every demon will die." My eyes widened.
"What?" I sat down, trying to take this all in. "So your saying all evil is gone if these two have a kid?"
"If." Roland exclaims. My heart beats slower now. "If, they do. The child, if created, creates a supernatural limo, causing all evil to die. There are rules, however." Roland sat down, and he toned down. "The rules are strict and simple; both Decendents and the baby must be alive for a full year. If one dies, the evil does not fall." I nodded.
"So your saying the parents have to live as well?" I asked. Roland nodded.
"I'm sorry." He said. I looked at him confused.
"For what?" I asked. I got closer to him, but he turned away.
"Ronald was one of the Decendants." When he said this, my heart almost stopped. I felt his pain, my pain, Adien's pain, everyone's pain all at once. I felt as if the end was near. "Kathrine is one of the Decendents, and she's going to bring destruction upon this town. Unless we can stop her in time." He stood up. I felt hope burst out of him.
"What is it?" I asked, standing beside him.
"I know how we can beat Kathrine." I looked at him confused.
"Why would we want to do that?" I asked. "Isn't she supposed to be good?"
"She's going to kill us all." He explained. "Unless we can get her out of her body, and send her to the next Decendent time period."
"You mean starting everything over again?"
"Can we do it?" I asked. "How do we do it?" He looked at me, and then sat back down, and his hope washed away.
"Right. There's that." His happiness died. He collapsed.
"Roland?!" I yelled, shaking his lifeless body. I looked around, and didn't know what to do. I looked into his pockets and found his cell phone. I tried to find someone to call. I clicked the first number I saw.
"Who's this?" A man voice answered. "You alright, Valistur?"
"Roland has passed out, and I don't know what to do! Please help me!" There was silence. After a couple of seconds, he replied.
"Where do you live?"