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Silent Scream

( @alexiela73 here. This is an original, and I was hoping to get opinions/feedback on how it seems roughly so far. It is not Overwatch, but is my own personal OC Alexiela Feren. I just want to know how it seems so far. is it interesting? Is it boring? Cliché? Does it capture your interest? Is it something you’d want to see more of? What can I improve on?)

The only sounds heard this night was the soft sway of leaves rustling in the trees, as I step carefully over scattered roots and rocks hidden on the surface. For anyone human, it would have been treacherous to attempt to make it through this impossibly dark underbrush. For me though, my eyes were completely adjusted to the darkness and saw with ease.

Clouds filled the sky, but slowly seemed to be waning. It was easy to tell that tonight was a full moon, a thought that easily curved my lips into a smile.

A full moon...The animals in the woods would be restless tonight. It was a night of hunting, or more, a night of being hunted. Even the large predators such as mountain lions and bears would be wary and attempt to find higher ground. After all, a more cunning and ferocious predator would be prowling the woods tonight, scavenging in packs and killing for sport. It wasn't hunger that drove those creatures to stalk through the darkness most nights, nor to ravage any and all creatures that came across their pathes.

No, it was the thrill of the kill. The exhilaration of the chase, the wind in their fur and the blood pumping through veins as the prey attempt to escape. It was instinct that ran deep within, beyond any other thought or feeling.

A light shiver ran down my spine and I pushed these facts out of my mind, focusing on the task at hand. I wasn't scared of such creatures. Should our paths meet, no matter how many of them could possibly challenge me...I would surely win.

Here I live in a world of fantasy, where creatures found only in fairy tales and nightmares come to life. Vampires, werewolves, fairies....all kinds of creatures. All of them have been here on earth since the beginning of time, before even humans came into being. Every fairytale rings with a truth few believe in. These creatures live in a society of rules, governed to keep peace among them all and keep the humans in the dark.

I am one of those many creatures, but not one that lives in a fairy tale. No, I am the monster hiding beneath the bed, told to naughty little fairies and witches to make them behave. To this world, I am a real threat. But to those willing to see beyond the lies told by generations, I am a hero, a rebel and most importantly, a person.

The wind picked up again, and a faint scent made my nostrils flare.

"I'm surprised. For once, I think they might actually be trying," I chuckle to myself, quickening my steps but not too much. After all, I didn't want to get that far ahead. I was restless tonight and in desperate need of a workout after lounging around for so long.

After a harsh winter up North, on one of the many islands of Nunavut, it seemed that the Council had finally found a hint of where I could possibly be hiding for the winter. Though well hidden, I had caught scent of them yesterday too, treading through the thick snow far off in the distance. The Council seemed to have rallied a real team this time, suited with a fine tracker and a decent sized group of creatures that were eager to obey the law and be rewarded for helping the capture of one of the Councils worst enemies.

Naturally though, after being cooped up all winter by myself, I felt the need for a bit of a chase and a refreshing workout. My limbs had been stiff, as I had sent myself into a deep sleep much like hibernation for the last two months. So I had left, going slow enough for them to keep up but leading them quite quickly further down into Canada's interior.

It was rather disappointing to me, honestly, though. Even though the Council always failed to catch me, their game seemed to have really picked up in the last decade, never letting me remain in one place for very long.

The Lovac was getting closer, I noticed. A Lovac was a hunter of a human of a sort, but stronger physically and with slightly heightened senses. Surprisingly, they were decent in a fight, as I had seen in many brawls across the world, and usually were meant to help keep the peace...Or find those disturbing it. This one was gaining speed, clearly tired of the chase and eager to finish the job.

I didn't mind the thought, as I moved nimbly down the familiar path. In the distance, I saw a dark shape looming above the trees. It wasn't until I reached the tree line that I made out the two story house, looking empty with boards covering almost every window and grass up to my waist covering the lawn. There was spray paint on some of the walls of the house, though none of the writing made sense.

My eyes scanned the building before I saw an opening. There was a hole in the wall on the left side of the building. It was from the floor to about five feet off the ground, and was about a foot and a half wide. It would do, I decided.

One second I was across the yard from it, from the house that was buried far in the woods away from the rest of the world. The next second I was there, and any human that might watch would say I teleported. But the speed with which my body could move was blinding. No human could outrun any creature of the night, but of them all, my kind might possibly be the fastest. Or maybe that’s me bragging.

It was dark and musty inside. It was clear no one had lived here in years, nor shone the house any kind of love. The place was a mess, with remnants of broken furniture and dust covering every square inch of the room. There was one or two pictures that hung on the walls, but the pictures were too faded to make out. The walls, like the rest of the building, was covered in holes and peeling paint, and carried a musty smell.

A feeling of sadness washed through me as I looked around, pausing as I made my way through what was once likely the living room. This place brought memories to me from years ago, when for a time I had made it my home. But now it was just a broken well of memories I was better off forgetting.

Heading into the hall, I saw the stairs and made my way up. The floor creaked and one of the boards actually cracked apart as I headed upstairs. It appeared the house hadn't aged well, what with its obvious state. But it still held something for me, something I was eager for.

Making my way down the hall, I stopped in front of a blue door that was half off its hinge. Pushing it carefully, I slid inside through the small opening and coughed a bit. The pungent odor of the house was three times worse than what it might be with my heightened sense of smell, and so far it was almost enough to make me gag.

I still had a minute or two before the Lovac and his team would arrive. Still, no fear filled me at the thought of facing them. It was difficult to fear death when you had lived so long.

Right now though I didn't have time. I swiftly moved to the closet, pushing open the door and crouching down. I swept my fingers through the dust, attempting to push it aside to see the cracks in the floor boards. Seeing a dark line, I hooked a nail beneath the board and opened it with a load creek. Setting aside the boards, all there was now was a hole...And a box.

The box was black, dirty but beneath there was a glimmer of silver in the center. A crest, one that had long been in my family. A soft sigh left me as I stared at the crest through half-lidded eyes. My family...

Picking it up delicately, like it might shatter into a thousand pieces upon being touched, I carefully wrapped it in a blanket and put it inside the bag strapped over my shoulder.

This box held something inside it, something that had been gifted to me a very long time ago by a friend now long gone. It was a map, a map to a very remote city where very few, if any, creatures of the night lurked. It wasn't a place many strangers visited, and once it had been home to ancient witches that had put a protective barrier on the area to keep it off the radar from any who seek it and its people.

This place might be exactly what I'm looking for, I thought. At the time, I had still been fighting many battles, thwarting the Council at every turn I could to prevent the damage that many of its actions caused society. But now, I was ready for a break.

I still wanted to help people, to protect those in trouble. But for once, perhaps it was time I helped myself first. It was time I settled down, even if only for a year or two. Somewhere where no one would recognize me, nor be able to locate me via magic.

For a moment it seemed that perhaps I had been too preoccupied by the box, as I started to placing the board back. Awareness filled me as I heard a faint creak from behind me, and the hair on the back of my neck tingled. The thick air seemed to move, and then I felt the lunge.

I lunged to the side, my leg sweeping out. It collided with something solid, as my eyes caught on the glint of a dagger that stabbed the air where my head had been seconds ago. It glimmered, curved and was beautiful in the pale moonlight that illuminated the room.

There was a grunt as whatever it was slide back from the force behind my kick, and slowly it started to stand, that knife still easily visible in the dark.

"You filth," pants a heavy voice, the one holding the dagger. It was a man's voice, deep and ragged and filled with rage. "You had us chase you all this way for an abandoned house? You're pathetic. Face us and die."

The shape holding the knife was that of a massive man, likely six foot seven, if I had to guess. He wore a black trench coat, of the expensive variety, and a gray tuque that covered his ears. Only his eyes glinted above the collar of his coat, filled with anger and ambition.

For a moment there was silence.

Then a giggle escaped me at the sheer absurdity of his words.

"Did you think you were going to find me and I was going to simply hand myself over to you? Honestly, sweetheart, I'm not scared of you or your 'pack' in the slightest," I purr, my eyes glinting mischievously in the darkness. My hand darted up, slender fingers wrapping around his wrist and dragging him down with an inhuman force. His eyes widened as I brought him down close to my face.

It had been easy to tell just by seeing his eyes that the man was a werewolf. They glinted unnaturally, but held a glimmer of moonlight that seemed captured in his soul. It surprised me the Lovac hadn't come in first, but letting the werewolf in first was surely tactical. After all, though a werewolf could change whenever one pleased, it was the moon in the sky that really gave it power.

The man struggled, a animalistic growl leaving his throat as he tried to jerk his arm away, but my grip was strong. Nails biting into his flesh, I heard his gasp and felt warm liquid touch my fingers where I held onto him.

"You crazy bitch, let go of me-" He started to snarl but abruptly I let go.

What with his insistence on pulling away, the moment my fingers let go the strength of his pull caused him to simply fall over onto the floor, catching him by surprise. But not so much as when he looked up to see me suddenly standing above him, tilting my head curiously.

"Surely you're not a fool, wolf. You know what I am, who I am and only half of what I am capable of," I murmur, eyes narrowing as I study him. Now his eyes were wide with caution and a tinge of fear. I could hear the sound of his heart starting to race, the blood pounding through his veins. His blood...

Lifting the hand that had held him, my tongue slowly flicked out to lap up the drying liquid. It was warm and thick, and though it wasn't nearly as potent as a humans, it still sent a thrill through my body.

I could see how a light tremble had come over him now.

My kind had a reputation, one that rocked the nation and beyond. It was one given to us as an excuse to wipe out my species, simply because the fear of what our powers could accomplish. To the Council, even long ago, that power had been a mystery to them, and the fact that it was already so strong had scared them enough to make us too dangerous to keep alive.

After a moment, my shoulders slumped slightly and I stood up, moving quickly across the floor. Perhaps this wasn't a necessary battle. I was so tired of seeing the fear in everyone's eyes from just knowing what I was.

In that moment he was up though, and I could see he wasn't about to give up quite as easily as I had hoped so.

Squaring his shoulders, I could see the wolf was trying to become more intimidating. Already his teeth had formed into canines, thick and pushing out from his lips. His eyes shone animalistically, reflecting the light of the moon that poured through the window. Any mortal would have been terrified. Anyone normal would have been cautious.

But I was not normal, and there was only so much that scared me these days. Unfortunately for this wolf, he was not one of them.

“I’m giving you a chance,” I say softly, eyes locked with his. The wolf did not back down, slowly moving closer. And the closer he got, the more he changed, fur rippling along his skin. Bones cracked-changed. Clothes began to rip. “Or else I won’t hold back.”

The wolf didn’t hear, not as he fell to all four paws. My sensitive ears told me his companions were close on his heels. It would be only another minute before they poured in the door, and I knew blood would stain the floors.

My eyes darted between the door and the wolf, which now crouched before me, hackles raised and huge fangs bared. It was massive, possibly the size of a horse if you measured it, and was covered in a coat of thick coppery fur. It wouldn’t back done, I realized and felt a wave of pity.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, and I rolled up my sleeves. My face was grim as I faced the wolf. “I truly am.” With that, the wolf snarled and leapt.

Light exploded in the room, blinding and only sorrow remained when it at last dimmed.

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