Flashback II

"No!!" Nova screamed as she saw her parents' cold bodies on the floor. Her father was lying on his stomach, his face was in her direction and his eyes and mouth were wide open.. it was as if he was staring at Nova. The blood that was flowing out of his mouth had stopped and he must have been clawed in his stomach as there were no other visible injuries and he was lying in a pool of blood. Her mother was not too far away from him, she was also laying in a pool of blood. She had been slashed through the face and claw marks trailed from the side of her forehead down to her jaw and neck, she was slashed in her arm and her side as well. A knife was in her hand but her grip on it had loosened, maybe she had tried to protect herself and her family from the werewolves.

" Mum!! Dad!!" She yelled again while still desperately trying to free herself but the person behind her was too adamant about not letting her go.

Her eyes shifted from her parents back to Noir and Alan and she saw Noir raise one of his hairy hands, his claws were ready to strike and the devilish smirk on his face spread wider.

"Noir, what are you doing?!" She screamed while vigorously shaking her head, she wanted to close her eyes but she couldn't. Alan was too tired to even yell out in pain and she couldn't help but wail loudly at every single strike that Noir used to mutilate Alan's features he let Alan fall to the floor after making sure that he had died, one of Nova's hands was free now.

The deed was done and now the person who had locked her arms was slowly starting to free her, Nova was a bit calmer now. Her lips were trembling and tears were uncontrollably pouring out of her eyes. Noir was still standing in the same spot, looking down at Alan like a mad scientist who had just created his darkest invention ever. Nova didn't fall to the floor and wail, she knew that she was next.. she was sure that they were not going to let her go.

'werewolf' She whispered in her head as she finally took note of what Noir was. She was sideways facing the kitchen all along as the person who captured her as she entered was standing beside the door. Not only the kitchen but the entire environment was silent except for Nova's erratic breathing, it didn't help that they were living in a secluded place ( not far from the woods) and they were the only residents.

Fear crept in her again and the only thing on her mind at the moment was how to escape from them. She didn't know what came over her but she decided to take to her heels even though she knew that she wouldn't make it.

She turned around and ran out of the kitchen, as fast as her legs could carry her. The werewolf that had restricted her earlier immediately noticed and ran after her. Nova was the best runner in her school and had won numerous prizes but she was no match for a werewolf. She hadn't taken more than thirty steps when she felt something hairy wrap around one of her hands and she couldn't run anymore, her hand was held in such a tight grip that she feared it breaking. The werewolf had caught up to her and immediately wrapped his hand around hers, Noir was sure that the other werewolf would catch up to her so he didn't chase her... he was leisurely waiting for his next prey in the kitchen.

The werewolf intended to drag her back to the kitchen so that Noir could finish what he started, he was stronger than her so she couldn't just run away.

Nova screamed as she was dragged back to the kitchen, her voice was on the verge of breaking now. She was shaking her head while trying to use her other free hand to hit the man dragging her when she noticed something on the table beside her. Her family had always been interested in collecting antique things and she could remember Alan telling her a few basic things about the katana-like sword that was on the table. It was made of silver and according to myths, silver was dangerous for werewolves. Alan must have brought it down from where it was hung earlier in the day and not placed it back. The sword was about to get out of her reach as the one dragging her was fast but she hurriedly reached for it and immediately swung it toward the werewolf, the sword was too heavy for her so it didn't hit him as she wanted but it still made a deep slash on his chest, the sword was very sharp and the werewolf wasn't expecting it.

The werewolf roared out of pain and she finally got a closer look at him. He looked older than Noir but they had similar features and his eyes were blood red, not ice-blue like Noir. He was also not fully transformed but she could see his teeth as he roared at her, everything seemed like it was in slow motion. He had released her when she first slashed him with the sword so she tried to raise the sword and strike him again but she failed this time.

He had caught her hands as soon as she raised it and bit one of them. Her arms shook vigorously as she subconsciously raised her head to look at the ceiling, the sword fell out of her hands. Almost immediately, she felt something dig through her back and an unexplainable wave of pain hit her so much that a heart-wrenching scream pierced through her trembling lips. Noir had come out of the kitchen when he heard Ian roar, he saw Nova raise a sword to Ian who was having his cloth soaked by the blood gushing out of the fresh wound he just got, it was not closing up. Out of instinct, Noir immediately leaped to where they were and slashed through her back.

Nova brought her face back down and her eyes fluttered and she coughed out blood a couple of times as she stared into the red-eyed werewolf in front of her, her hair was damp from sweat and her face and eyelashes were wet too. Ian had now let go of her hand and her eyes were almost closing but tears still flowed out of them. Ian's eyes were full of rage as he raised his hand to strike her one more time, he slashed through her neck, making that his last attempt to kill her. Nova felt the pain and everything suddenly went black as she fell to the floor.