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senses. The pain in my shoulder numbed.
I sped toward the fanged man with all of my strength. I ran three steps up the side of the wall to give me a better angle and propelled myself off, lunging through the air toward him. My hands reached out, locking onto the sides of his head. I held on as tight as I could and used my momentum to swing around him.
Crack!
His neck snapped.
He finally drooped to the floor, arms slumped at his sides, fingers relaxed to a less deadly posture.
* * *
I ran to Jaren, needing to know if he was all right. He sat up, shook his head, and stared up at me in awe and confusion.
“How did you do that?” he asked, stunning me out of action mode and into Oh my God! What did I do? mode.
The strength and speed I used should have been impossible. Fear unfurled with the rapid beat of my heart, and my hands shook. I turned to look at the man who I’d killed.
He lay on his side with his head twisted back at me. The menace was gone from his eyes, but the life in them was, too.
“Oh, my God. What do we do?” I verged on hyperventilation. A dead man lay in Jaren’s living room. A dead man who I had killed . “I killed him. What do we do?” I looked at Jaren with fear and hopelessness. My fear must have spurred him into action.
“We have to get out of here. More of those monsters might be coming for you when he doesn’t return with you, or return at all, for that matter.” He started hustling through the house grabbing things and shoving them into the duffel bag he had just unpacked hours ago.
I stood, frozen, staring at the lifeless form that seconds ago had been about to rip my head off. “It was self-defense, wasn’t it? He was trying to take me. Then he almost killed you. I had no choice, right?” I thought out loud, hoping Jaren would tell me I wasn’t a monster.
He didn’t say anything, though. He only ran in and out of the room, grabbing clothes and supplies.
“Why are you packing? We need to call the police. The police will protect us if the man’s friends come for us.”
Jaren set his bag down and looked at me. “And tell them what? That you had superhuman strength? That you were able to give this guy a complete one-eighty degree makeover of his head. They’ll never believe what we just saw, which means they will never be able to properly protect us, either. We have to get out of here. These people can’t find us. Do you understand this?”
“Mm-hmm.” An invisible vise tightened around my throat.
“Call your mom,” Jaren said. He picked up his bag to continue his packing.
I walked to the kitchen on legs that wobbled as I stepped over the shards of glass. I didn’t trust that I could stand much longer so I turned off the stove, grabbed my purse, and sat on the floor next to the sink. I dug my shaking hands into my bag and grabbed my phone. I hung up twice because my quaking fingers called my friend Monica and then my friend Molly before I stabilized them enough to hit “Mom” in my contact list.
“Mom,” I sobbed when she answered. Fear smothered me, and I wondered how she would see me once she knew I had killed a man.
“Brooke? Honey, what’s wrong?”
“Mom,” I cried, “a man came to Jaren’s—” I tried to collect myself, because I was sure she didn’t understand me.
I tried again. “There was a guy who came to Jaren’s saying I needed to go with him. When I didn’t want to, he stormed into Jaren’s house and tried to force me. Jaren tried to protect me and almost got himself killed.” I took a few deep breaths trying to delay what I was about to tell her.
“Are you okay? Did you call the police?”
“Well…he had Jaren by the throat, so I stabbed the guy, but it only ticked him off. Then he came after me, and we fought, and I killed him. Please don’t hate me. I’m so sorry,” I said, pleading with my mom to not disown me. I needed her right now.
“Slow down. I could never hate you. Now think. Why did he want to take
I sped toward the fanged man with all of my strength. I ran three steps up the side of the wall to give me a better angle and propelled myself off, lunging through the air toward him. My hands reached out, locking onto the sides of his head. I held on as tight as I could and used my momentum to swing around him.
Crack!
His neck snapped.
He finally drooped to the floor, arms slumped at his sides, fingers relaxed to a less deadly posture.
* * *
I ran to Jaren, needing to know if he was all right. He sat up, shook his head, and stared up at me in awe and confusion.
“How did you do that?” he asked, stunning me out of action mode and into Oh my God! What did I do? mode.
The strength and speed I used should have been impossible. Fear unfurled with the rapid beat of my heart, and my hands shook. I turned to look at the man who I’d killed.
He lay on his side with his head twisted back at me. The menace was gone from his eyes, but the life in them was, too.
“Oh, my God. What do we do?” I verged on hyperventilation. A dead man lay in Jaren’s living room. A dead man who I had killed . “I killed him. What do we do?” I looked at Jaren with fear and hopelessness. My fear must have spurred him into action.
“We have to get out of here. More of those monsters might be coming for you when he doesn’t return with you, or return at all, for that matter.” He started hustling through the house grabbing things and shoving them into the duffel bag he had just unpacked hours ago.
I stood, frozen, staring at the lifeless form that seconds ago had been about to rip my head off. “It was self-defense, wasn’t it? He was trying to take me. Then he almost killed you. I had no choice, right?” I thought out loud, hoping Jaren would tell me I wasn’t a monster.
He didn’t say anything, though. He only ran in and out of the room, grabbing clothes and supplies.
“Why are you packing? We need to call the police. The police will protect us if the man’s friends come for us.”
Jaren set his bag down and looked at me. “And tell them what? That you had superhuman strength? That you were able to give this guy a complete one-eighty degree makeover of his head. They’ll never believe what we just saw, which means they will never be able to properly protect us, either. We have to get out of here. These people can’t find us. Do you understand this?”
“Mm-hmm.” An invisible vise tightened around my throat.
“Call your mom,” Jaren said. He picked up his bag to continue his packing.
I walked to the kitchen on legs that wobbled as I stepped over the shards of glass. I didn’t trust that I could stand much longer so I turned off the stove, grabbed my purse, and sat on the floor next to the sink. I dug my shaking hands into my bag and grabbed my phone. I hung up twice because my quaking fingers called my friend Monica and then my friend Molly before I stabilized them enough to hit “Mom” in my contact list.
“Mom,” I sobbed when she answered. Fear smothered me, and I wondered how she would see me once she knew I had killed a man.
“Brooke? Honey, what’s wrong?”
“Mom,” I cried, “a man came to Jaren’s—” I tried to collect myself, because I was sure she didn’t understand me.
I tried again. “There was a guy who came to Jaren’s saying I needed to go with him. When I didn’t want to, he stormed into Jaren’s house and tried to force me. Jaren tried to protect me and almost got himself killed.” I took a few deep breaths trying to delay what I was about to tell her.
“Are you okay? Did you call the police?”
“Well…he had Jaren by the throat, so I stabbed the guy, but it only ticked him off. Then he came after me, and we fought, and I killed him. Please don’t hate me. I’m so sorry,” I said, pleading with my mom to not disown me. I needed her right now.
“Slow down. I could never hate you. Now think. Why did he want to take
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