Chapter 110

Chapter 110
Aidan's POV

I'd experienced chaos, but never a holocaust, and definitely not one that involved a massacre with me as the bad guy.

The air was chill outside, or maybe it was just me. I'd grown acquainted with shutting myself in after a long day in class that being in the open felt like trespassing.

For the first time again, I understood the school's system. They isolated students from society, then further isolated even in the school by keeping them busy with tons of school activities. Mental stress was the easiest way to get a criminal's mind off the thought of escaping. It hurts that I fell for it

I thought of Professor Rockwell. This was all his fault, if I hadn't listened to him, if I'd resisted him, then I wouldn't have abandoned my desire to escape. I never would've believed that the academy was home.

We marched through the woods like members of a search party, only we weren't in search of a missing person. We were out to hunt.

Having lived away from civility for months, I found it difficult to process the feeling of being around too many people. The city, the lights flickering like fireflies trapped in a jar, and the noises, it filled me with madness.

As we entered the city, marching downtown, some folks grew interested in us. Must've been the way I looked in a shirt I'd worn for three days. The other guys around me didn't look any different. Blurring through the forest had left a souvenir on us - dew, sweat and grass clung to our clothes like a little child.

I could hear their voices as we neared them. They looked quite at ease, relaxing by the fountain, holding hands as they walked and giggling like life had no pain.

"Yea, right," a girl giggled to her friend from a distance.

"What's that?" Another girl asked, pointing at one of the guys behind me who was already undergoing vampiric transformation.

"Yo, are you okay man?" A guy asked, walking over to us.

I stopped in my tracks, and like a bunch of humanoid robots, the group behind me halted too. This brought back the feeling of nostalgia, but this time, we weren't fighting the vikings or an army of zombies. I was about to rip some humans apart.

I turned to the freckled face dude. He was young - probably in his twenties, looked innocent but mischievous.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

That was the only word that rang in my head like an ancient chant. Why shouldn't I heed the voice? It's not like I cared about any of them.

"I will be, when you're gone." I snarled. Then grabbed the dude, and snapped his neck off.

Some bunch of low level girls screamed, covering their mouths with their hands. I strolled towards them, humour in my eyes and power in my strides.

The last time I was out with every kind of human, I was hunted. They’d thought I was a predator and sought to destroy me, but now I was the Hunter. I accepted that I was a predator.

“Did you just snap the life out of that guy?” a girl in a black coat with furs on the collar asked, covering her mouth.

My eyes swept across the fur and my expression darkened. It had nothing to do with me, it probably was just the fur of an animal and not one of my kin, but the sight of it enraged me.

I bent, so our faces laid on the same plain. With a smile on my face, I whispered, “Yea. And if you don't run, I might do the same to you.”

She shot me a disbelieving stare, taking her hands off her mouth. “You're bluffing aren't you?”

I stood erect, eyes closed and thought about it. Was I bluffing? A scoff escaped my lips as I returned my gaze to her.

“We'll see about that.” I scowled, the smile gone from my face.

All the time, it was like I was watching my life play out on a TV. No one cared, loved or accepted me while I was with them. Those memories fueled my annoyance.

Turning to my army of vampires, I looked across each motherfucker. There was only one expression on their faces. Hunger.

“Tonight, we destroy until there's nothing left but us!” I yelled, and they raised their voices in agreement. Their voices blended together with the wind stirred in a ripple in my chest but what was it for?



I could feel the beast inside me thrumming, as a low growl vibrating through my ribs made my teeth ache. It wasn't me anymore, that I could tell. I was completely gone. My body was only a covering with a face, steered by something dark, angry and blood thirsty.

Everything Rockwell taught me was gone with the wind. I couldn't recall him advising me to use my powers for good. There was no more good left in me, nothing except my wolf form, raw and hungry. My eyes were burning with rage as I stared down the neon‑lit streets.

The vampires were already out - fangs bracing and drinking from wrists and throats of their prey. The stench of blood filled the night air.

I knew that the cops would be here any moment, if they weren't on their way already. For a second, I wished upon the star that I could meet the guy who'd apprehended me just before I was thrown to the academy. He and I had scores to settle.

Suddenly, what had been a lovely, serene environment when we first arrived was now the place where the earth drank to its full.

My claws were already dripping with blood but I couldn't place where and how I got them soaked in blood.

A few minutes later, just as predicted, the noise of the siren echoed down the lane and I smiled. One by one, the men dropped out of their vans with ammunition and a speaker. I wondered what they were going to do with that.

"Freeze!" The man with the loud speaker yelled into it.

"Nah, you freeze first." I howled, the sound ripping from my throat, half‑human, half‑animal, and splitting the air.

One of my minions lunged towards him, but I stopped him. "That's mine." I hissed, going for the moron.

I barreled past a little child on the curb, clutching a ripped open toy and bawling his eyes out. The wind whipped my fur as I passed the child, making his voice a distant echo.

"My baby! Somebody save my child!" A woman begged, crying and appealing to emotion. Mine was dead.

Save him yourself, I thought, wondering where her maternal instinct ran off to. The fellow with the loud speaker must've known that I was coming for him and shifted on his feet but didn't run.

Was it fear, courage or stupidity? I can't tell, but when I got within earshot from him, I understood why he shifted.

The goddess had smiled on me. She'd granted my request.

"Looks like we have an unsettled score, man." I said in a throaty voice and a smile spread across my face.