38. Hope

How long are you meant to have flashbacks for? Every night I wake up sweating. Cals mangled, broken wolf bleeding out on the floor.

Elvie stood tall with her shotgun, more than ready to aim it at myself.

It’s not even a nightmare, really. It’s not a distorted image of the past. It all actually happened. They left that damn klaxon sounding for days.

It was utter pandemonium. Lockdown was upon us all.

Without even a word Reu slammed on red flashing warning lights as well as the klaxon, appearing with his own weapon, a matter, black machine gun. Those lights were for a cave-in, a Rogue attack. Imminent death. I guess it was appropriate seeing as the pair of them looked ready to shoot me in the face.

Pointing the stub of the bulky machine gun at me and the others he snarled in fury, "Rooms. Now. You're all under lock down."

My father was known as the mad, dangerous one. Reu was meant to be icy cool. Icy eyes, icy nature

"But Cal! He needs help, he's bleeding why the fuck did you