Impasse

Chazminne Harrison Fantasy

I looked around my empty room and sighed. Everything was packed and shipped off to LA. No one knows, it's just me. I had been planning my escape for months. Searching for apartments there, cyphering money into my account, packing, getting fake papers, keeping all of this a secret. That last part wasn't hard, I only had one friend and he was too busy chasing after girls to notice that I was going through the wringer, but I was to busy trying to leave to care.

I circled the room one last time before walking to the door. I had both good and bad memories in this room but I was ready to take another step in my life. A better one, away from this pack away from these people. As I reached for the door I heard people coming.


“Are you sure she came this way,” a girl asked, or at least it sounded like a girl.

“I'm sure. She went into her room and hasn't left. I have been doing my job you know,” a chubby kid stated. I could tell he was chubby by his speaking patterns. They were labored, like he was struggling to speak. For a warrior pack they had poor warriors.

“So how are we going to do this,” a third and familiar voice said. No, it couldn't be. I pulled the door open and sure enough there he was. My best friend, my only friend.

“Miguel,” I asked shocked.

The world stopped; I knew what this was and it still wasn't going to make me stay. Ignoring the feeling I turned to run and jump out of the window. I could hear them shuffling trying to reach me before I could make my way out. I was faster than them but they had brought weapons.

The girl threw the first weapon, a rope laced with silver and dipped in boiled Wolf's Bane. I dodged it but the fat kid threw his and it caught me around the neck. “f**k,” I muttered. He gripped it tighter, choking me. Burning me.

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