Her Torturers

As they try to break her down, he tries to pick up the pieces and put them back together.
Alice Rosalie Jackson

Alice is the third hybrid to exist. She has all of their strengths and only one weakness from each specie. She is the perfect supernatural. Because of that the leaders of the world are trying to capture her, torture her, make an example out of her, enslave her and breed her. She is constantly on the run to stay free and survive. What happens when her freedom is taken away completely? What happens when she loses everything she has left?
Salem Xavier Ares

Salem is the leader of the werewolves. He is the strongest, the fastest and the most feared wolf in existence. But he is mate less and therefore not at his strongest. He has been looking for her since he shifted the first time. But happens when he finds her and realizes what she is? Will he accept her or will he push her away and use her like the other leaders had planned?


3. Chapter One

Alice's POV

Present time.

I woke up with a jolt. I hadn't had that nightmare in a long time. I still had a few scars from the dragon that held me.

Since I lost my parents, I have been forced to live on my own, off the grid. I have gotten close to detection but somehow I always manage evade them. I usually stay in Asia. You are probably asking 'Why Asia?'. Well that's quite simple. Because the ruler of Asia isn't out after me with the intention of either torturing me, breeding me or just killing me. Hayabusa, the Kitsune king is the only rule that doesn't let his mind worry about a hybrid like me. I have sought counsel with him a few times. Only once was I granted it. I had asked the only question I could think of. 'Is it worth living for me when I have nothing left to live for? Do I have a purpose or can I just hide somewhere and die peacefully?'.

He answered me with only very few words. Those words repeat in my mind constantly. 'You are the next step in the evolutionary chain. And your mate is waiting for you'. My mate. Yeah it sounds romantic as hell and great but really, who would want an outcast that is frowned upon by every community on Earth? The Werewolves want me dead, the Wendigos want to breed me so they can make some sort of super army and take over the rest of the continents, the Vampires want to make an example of me by torturing me until I finally break and the Dragons. Well honestly I have no fucking clue what the dragons want from me.

Okay enough back story, let's get back to what's happening right now.

I got up and grabbed the phone I had stolen a couple months ago. I used it mostly as a mirror. I looked like crap. My silver colored hair was sticking to my face due to the sweat. My eyes, my oh so beautiful eyes were staring back at me looking lifeless. They had lost the spark that used to be there. That spark disappeared the day my world came crashing down. The day I saw my mom and dad die right in front of me. Ever since then I've been running, hiding and training. Hoping that someday I'll be able to avenge my parents and kill the people that murdered them the same way that they had done.

I got up and quickly gathered all my things which wasn't that much. It mostly consisted of the clothes I was wearing, the phone, the two swords I had stolen from a blacksmith a while ago and a picture that was the reminder of what my life was once like. A picture of my mom, dad and me.

As I looked around the foxhole I had been sleeping in I thought, for the first time in a long time, that maybe if I stayed here I could just live my life as normal as possible. But no, that couldn't happen. If I stayed here all that would happen was that they would track me down and capture me.

I looked at the time on the phone. 6:36 AM. Great, I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep. I couldn't keep this up. If I didn't get some more sleep soon, I'd mess up something and it would cost me my freedom. I couldn't let that happen. I had a promise to keep and I intended on doing just that.

I started running. I didn't care were as long as I kept moving. It had been my only way of survival. When I had crossed over from America to Africa with my parents we usually only moved during the night as it would give us more cover.

Well it's been a long time since then. Even since they got murdered I always been in the move. Only getting a few hours of sleep here and there. I am currently running through the forests of Russia. I didn't need to worry as much about the creatures that was hunting me here. Mostly because here I was under king Hayabusa's protection. At least as long as I called for him if I got caught. Which was why I still moved around. I wasn't going to make their hunt easy.

My plan was to keep moving and keep training until I could take down each and every king and queen that had made my life a living hell. The only problem was that all of them had more experience in battle that I had. The youngest of them was Salem, the Werewolf king. He would be my first target but I still didn't have enough training or any real plan on how I would even get close to him.

As I stopped to catch my breath, I heard a branch snap. My senses immediately went on high alert. How could they have already found me? Was it even them? All these thoughts ran through my heard. I had no idea of what to expect but I sure as hell wasn't going down without a fight. I grabbed the swords and pulled them off of my back. The morning sun reflected brightly from the blade. One of them was a silver blade and the other was a regular steel blade. I was hoping that there wouldn't be any dragons with them. If there was then my only option would be to run. Dragons only had one weakness and it was an extremely specific one. A sword forged in dragon's blood. I had never heard of anyone that could forge a sword like that but that didn't matter. I just had to stay free.

That's when their scent hit me. Fresh cut grass, blood and decomposition. Thank god I didn't smell smoke. That meant that it was only werewolves, vampires and wendigos. Even though that was still bad, it made me a little more relaxed. I had fought werewolves, vampires and wendigos before all though that had been one on one.

Soon they came into view. Two werewolves in wolf form, a vampire and a wendigo in it's true form. "So this is all the kings can spare on little old me?" I mocked. "How dare you disrespect the rulers?" the vampire yelled. "Well considering that all they want is to either kill, breed or torture me, I think I have every right to disrespect those assholes" I said.

I heard the wolves growl. "Hey why don't you two jackasses shift back instead of standing there like the flea infested mutts that you are" I snarled at them. I gripped the swords tighter in my hands. I knew that I could kill the wolves and the vampire right now but I could only wound the wendigo to the point where it would run. The wendigo was the worst one out of all four of them. He would be the hardest opponent. I would have to rely on my skill and knowledge of our surroundings to win over him but I had a feeling I would be able to do it with a bit of effort. I stared at him and looked at his true form which only made me a little more nervous if he attacked. He was at least 13 feet tall and his skin was completely grey which only added to his scary looks. He had several scars across his body which I guessed could be from other battles or from the torture that Lucifer put his men through. It was no secret. The man or should I refer to him as a beast, loved to torture all of his men. He did it to the point where he broke their soul and then he started to rebuild them with the mindset that he wanted them to have. His eyes were a dark blue color but they were Like mine. Completely lifeless. His claws were a little longer than mine, around 3 inches. All in all, he looked absolutely terrifying.

I got brought out of my train of thoughts as the vampire came running at me. I tried to dodge him by jumping to the right but I wasn't quick enough and he grabbed onto my left arm and swung me against a tree. That's when I started seeing red. I quickly recovered and swung the steel sword straight for his leg but quickly changed the direction so it was now going for his neck, in a hope that it would catch him by surprise. And sure enough, a second later his head flew off and I got sprayed with his blood as his body fell to the ground with a loud thump.

"So anyone else that wants to try me?" I snarled at them. The werewolves were shocked that I had been able to move so quickly and I could sense that they wouldn't be putting up much of a fight. Suddenly the wendigo looked me straight in the eyes. "You'll make a fine breeder. My master will be very pleased" he said before they all three turned around and disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. I didn't bother thinking about his words. I just turned around and ran in the opposite direction. If they had found me now, they could easily find me again and especially now that I smell like a vampire.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't care about where I was headed. I just had to get away from there and I had to get this vampire blood off me. The scent still lingering on me made it easier for them to follow me. I needed to find a river or a lake to get it off.


Question Of The Chapter - Have you ever broken a bone or gotten hurt in any other way like that?

My answer - I have broken several bones in a bunch of stupid ways. I have also dislocated my right shoulder several times.

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