Rejection My a*s

Near Death Experience

Chapter 3

Its morning, I wake up, I am still holding the photo, I tuck the photo back into my childhood book and place it gently under my bed. Outside from the cabin I hear a gunshot. I look towards the window, I could see the gunshot broke a tree apart. I see my Amoux focus, g*n aimed, and shoots another tree.

I flip over the railing of the loft and land on the floor, almost silent. I walk out and jon Amoux. He silently hands me the g*n, I fire, a tree breaks apart, I reload and fire, and do the whole process again, and again

Amoux watches his daughter

“More balance, more weight on the left foot. Don’t rush. Aim for centre mass”

I listen and fire again. I drop the g*n and attack Amoux, Hand, knee, elbow, fist, he defends easily.

“Again” said Amoux

I repeat the motion, hand , knee, elbow, fist

“Again”

Hand, knee, elbow, fist. I am getting faster, my strikes are getting solid. After the fight, Amoux and I do chin ups. We both are fit. Neither of us will give up.

Amoux is observing Accalia’s power. Both have the sense that he is judging her. Accalia’s face is fiercely determined.

Amoux and Accalia sit with their back to a tree in the huge forest as they breathlessly recover from the exhaustion of the exercise.

“Dad, are you going to tell me now” still panting from the exercise

“Later but first lets race across the frozen lake”

Both stood up, and looked towards the lake. A mile wide sheet of ice surrounded by dense forest.

Amoux and Accalia race across, full sprint

“Keep up” said my father as he pulls ahead, pumping is arms, leaving me behind. A small smile creeps onto his face. He is having fun. His foot strikes hard. The ice cracks but does not break.

“Keep up Accalia, I am not that fast” he turns back but could not find Accalia.

35 yards away, he spies a small hole in the ice.

“Accalia” screamed Amox

I could hear my dad shouting my name as I was writhing under the murky water. The current was pulling me along. My claws rip, frantic, along the icy ceiling. I slap my fists and feets into it, trying to break the ice, without success

Amoux voice filtered through the ice and water

“Accalia, where are you”

His shadow crosses above me, I throw my fists and feet ard, getting desperate, Amox on the surface hears the creaks and thuds of  her movements, he sees her, the shape of her, struggling and sliding under the ice.

His eyes follow where the current is pulling her, yards ahead, he sees a heavy branch sticking out of the ice, he sprints, takes hold of it, and using his werewolf strength, he breaks it apart.

His wolf is near the surface, his eyes have turned black, he could see her shape coming, it will pass by, just a few feet out of his reach. He works faster, more panicked, more desperate.

I struggle to breathe, bubbles of Air escape my lips, and race along the ceiling searching for an exit.

Amoux on the surface has broken enough ice and jumps in the icy cold water with a splash. He breaches back to the surface and hammers his forearm through the weakened ice, over and over again, splitting the skin in many places.

Amoux ignored the splitting of his skin, he knew he would heal very quickly, and continued to break the ice. Each strike breaks through, his strength and will is impressive. He will not let her die. He never could.

He makes up those few final feet just as Accalia slides by, he dives under, one arm holding to the surface, and snatches her under the arm, and using his werewolf strength, he brings himself and accalia out and on to the surface.

Good Thing they were both werewolves, already they were beginning to get their strengths back and the skin healing very fast. Within minutes, they were both fine, as if the episode of falling into the water never happened.

They both got up silently and started walking towards the forest. Amox strides through the trees at a steady pace. Accalia lingers behind him on the path. He stops and waits

“I don’t understand why you are so upset”

I ignore him, and walk past him

Amox temper and patience are about to give

“tell me whats wrong”

“I would have found a way.  Could have broken through, I am a strong werewolf”

“there was no time, it wasn’t an exercise, you could have drowned” Amoux reasoned

“I would have found a way if you let me. I didn’t need your help, I don’t need it” I turn from him and trudge into the forest towards the cabin.

I know I am being unreasonable and ungrateful, but he has trained me to be strong in any situation since I was two, and now when the situation arose, instead of him letting me find a way, he puts himself in danger. If he wasn’t a werewolf he would have died as well, then I would become an orphan, losing both father and mother, which I am not willing to let happen under any circumstance.