Werewolf and Hunters

I returned back home with a deep sorrow for deciding to end things in such a rush. It was indeed a hasty decision and I was too self centred to just think about myself when I had someone who looked up to me all the time.

Gabrialla. My little bean. Even though she recently had a coming age of ceremony but I still see the little girl before my eyes when she smiles, when she cries, and when she holds the whole universe in her eyes. 

Gabrialla needed me to have the universe in her eyes. Because I agree or not, I was her life. And I was too cruel to take that one thing away from her when she found purpose of her life in someone else.

"How's college?" I asked the girl who now had calmed down and gulped down the whole glass of water.

"It's okay." She whispered and looked at me. "You won't do something like that again, right?" The little girl asked.

"No." I replied softly and kissed her forehead.

"Can I trust you?" She asked, breaking my heart.

"Yes." I answered. I felt a pang in my heart with the white lies that I spilled. But I couldn't think otherwise. All I could focus was getting away from all the pain that I suffered. The only person I don't regret having in my life is my little bean.

Talking some more with her and finally succeeding in making her sleep, I headed towards the attic in the corner of the apartment, which was more like a studio apartment.

It looked old but not dusty since the two girls loved keeping it clean and tidy. But the paint falling off the ceiling and walls helplessly made me frustrated with the look of the house. Gone was the neatness and all there was the old place which begged to be modified.

I walked inside the always dusty attic and looked for the old box which was rather clean than the rest of the room. Holding it in my hands, I opened it slowly looking at the same things I saw the last time I opened it.

Another comfort that I had in life was this box of memories of my parents. Their old photographs, their love letters for each other, and their wedding rings that I treasure it as a souvenir. 

I always recall the last time dad and I had the conversation before he and mom headed towards their lab to check if it was safe after their colleague suspected someone intruding in their lab.

Apparently, dad was onto a project which is now closed after his death. I always wished he had shown his research about animal transfiguration into human. But another scientist seemed to have a problem with that research and so he created any obstacle he could to make sure that dad never achieved his goals.

After the accident inside the lab, everyone suspected the chemical blast to be dad's failed experiment, but I knew it wasn't an accident. A mind of a 14 year old could never forget the cunning smile of the man responsible for my parents death.

But that never meant I could take revenge for my parents when my own life was a mess. I had to run day and night to pay my bills and keep the food in the table for my little sister. 

And as if that wasn't hard enough, the landlord along with his friends would always find an excuse to bully me. Thankfully, they kept my sister out of that as she was never their classmate, and she knew Taekwondo. 

If I knew any better, I knew my sister could survive without me, but I also knew that she couldn't LIVE. She needed someone to live a life and I was the reason.

If only, I could see dad's research, then I'd turn into a werewolf and bite their head off. Or a tiger would do.

But that wasn't how the experiment worked. Dad suspected that werewolf existed and could become assassins for humans in exchange for flesh. I could work with that. 

But the truth was, there weren't any werewolf. Not on this planet though.

I closed the box carefully and I left the room only for the lights to cut off.

"Great!" I sighed. "Gabby!" I called out to my sister who was sleeping in our room.

"Yuna...?" She called back and I sighed in relief.

"Baby, stay where you are. I'll check what's wrong!" I yelled and headed towards the main door.

"Okay!" She answered quickly.

Switching on my flashlight on the phone, I peeked into the corridor of the building. It was all dark. I slowly made my way outside but heard a few footsteps coming near.

"Hello? Is it the owner?" I called for someone and the footsteps stopped.

My eyes were wide in the dark and I saw some people at the end of the corridor. 

"Hey! What's wrong?" I asked but no one answered.

After a long silence that followed in the darkness, one deep voice replied.

"We're too late." That was the last thing I heard, before the whole building started collapsing. I wasn't too far from my house, but there was nothing I could do to go back inside.

The floor beneath me was shaking and I was falling in all directions, hitting my head on the walls and floor. It didn't take much time to process anything until a huge pressure fell on my body. I was starting to lose my breath but I wanted to see that one person alive and in front of me one last time.

I knew I had to die, but I didn't expect it to be this way. I wanted to hug my sister, I wanted to kiss her goodbye like I did this morning, I wanted to tell her stories, I wanted to see her smile just one time.

But the heavy bricks and all possible things of furniture was on me and the last thing I remember was seeing darkness.