• ~Tory

    We both turned our heads to her; short with black hair, red eyes and a sick grin on her face. This woman, I instantly did not like.
    Ignoring her, I turned back to him. “Please come with me, I know it seems like I am with the Drake Agency but I am not. I am an outsider, a castaway.” I held my hand out towards him, palm up. “Please.”
    I saw the hesitation on his face, the indecision of what to do in his amber eyes. I had spoken the truth and he knew I did, all I had to do was pray that he believe me and see where it led.
    “Nathaniel, do not listen to the whore. She is sleeping with the commander’s son, she is not worthy of your trust.” The woman put her long, red nailed hand on his arm. Sinking her claws into him like butter.
    “Please. I have so much to learn from you, just come with me,” I pleaded again, taking a step forward when it looked like he would come with me.
    The woman let out a shriek, let go of Nate and jumped at me with her full weight. I wasn’t ready for it; we tumbled to the ground in a pile of flesh and blood. We both rolled each other over, trying to take the upper hand but none of us could get one.
    The sound of tyres screeching brought me to a stop; I stopped trying to find an opening against her. The woman had the option of running or killing me before I could do anything to stop her.
    Her animalistic claws sunk into my stomach, my breath rushed out of my lungs in a gasp but my eyes stayed glued in the direction of the car. A car came flying through the front gate, followed by another and another. Hell started again but NightDust didn’t want or have the resources to compete with the new back up.
    “Leah! Let’s go,” Nate said as he dragged her off me. Her claws ripped me stomach as he dragged.
    I barely noticed, I was thinking about other things. Gabby had finally gotten through to them; she had brought the back up here. The other thought was in the opposite direction, that woman had bound my powers. I couldn’t use them when she was fighting me, like they had left me but now I could feel them rushing back into me. She was the one I met that night in the park but I killed her. She was dead.
    “Tory! Where the hell are you?” Seth called out.
    “Seth here,” I called back as I spotted him walking by.
    I tried to sit up but it hurt like a b***h, I pumped psychic energy through my body to help myself sit up just before Seth got to me.
    “Holy Hell…” he murmured at the sight of me.
    I smiled slowly. “Now don’t look like that, its not like you haven’t seen worse.”
    “Don’t you dare smile or joke Tory, you have a lot of explaining to do young lady,” Seth growled at me.
    “Yeah, also in a lot of pain too, help me up will ya?”
    He did before I finished my sentence. Arms around me, careful not to cause anymore damage to the already bleeding wounds, he helped me limp to the building. To think, this night had nearly cost me an arm and my stomach, and I still didn’t get what I wanted.
    Seth broke my thoughtful silence. “You know what? I think I’m going to lock you in an iron cast room and throw away the key.”
    I laughed then winced when it pulled at my stomach wound. Note to self: No laughing for a while, no matter how funny the joke.
    “I’d find a way out somehow, and you know it,” I said back jokingly.
    He smiled down at me. “I do. I know you’re very capable of looking after yourself as well but I still worry.”
    I went to answer with some smart a** thing about not worrying but was interrupted by a voice that haunted my dreams and froze me to the core.
    “What have we got here Seth?” Jamie’s angry voice echoed.
    ~Jamie

    I seriously couldn’t believe my eyes, even though I only believed things that I saw with my own eyes. They were, surely, playing tricks on me but then that only happened to elderly people and I wasn’t that old.
    A woman that looked like Tory stood in front of me with Seth’s arms wrapped around her for support. It wasn’t that she looked like Tory, she was Tory. My Tory was here.
    She was alive, not dead like everyone thought up until a few days ago. Rage coursed through my body, my teeth were clamped tight together that I thought they would shatter.
    “Jamie…” Seth said in his warning voice.
    “And you didn’t think to tell me this because?” I growled at Seth but my eyes were on Tory.
    “Jamie-,” Seth started but was interrupted.
    “Why would you need to know?” she asked me. “You’re not any ones boss here, you don’t even stay here!”
    I felt shock run through my body, I knew my jaw had dropped a little and my shoulders sagged a little under the weight if her disapproval. She was angry at me! I was meant to be angry at her for not telling me she was alive! For making me sick, depressed so much that I had to leave our home; the place where we had lived nearly all our lives together. Home just wasn’t the same without her anymore.
    My body stiffened in ager, she was mad at me when she had no right. “What would you know?! You’re dead!”
    Her already pale face, paled even more. I instantly felt bad, guilty even, that I had hurt her that way.
    “Tor…Tory, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” I said taking a slow and cautious step forward.
    Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body sagged, knees giving out as Seth’s arms caught her before she hit the ground. My heart squeezed with worry as I saw the bleeding wound at her stomach, I hadn’t noticed it before.
    “Tory!” I just about screamed. I looked up to Seth. “Is she going to be alright?”
    “Once you let me get her inside, yes,” Seth grumbled.
    I nodded at him, not really having anything else to say on the subject until she was awake. I really wanted to talk to her about this, not him because he would defend her no matter what.
    Seth bent to put his arms under the back of her knees, his other arm around her back, and started walking as he carried her inside. I watched, in my place, as he took my former best friend farther and farther away from me.