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Captain Nemo

hope it all goes well

                                 it had been a mistake.

         all wendy had meant to do was kill archibald. & no, she wasn’t one for killing, but he was going to kill her. he was going to take her niece away if she didn’t stop him. it all happened so fast that wendy barely had any time to register it before she saw ingrid falling over the balcony to her death. a death caused by her. ‘ ingrid!! ‘ she cried, trying desperately to catch her in time. but, it was no use. she was gone. her soul was probably halfway to the underworld by now, waiting to be reborn.                    moving down the stairs, she ran to ingrid’s side, inspecting the damage. ‘ no…’ she whispered, tears pooling within brown eyes. god, she was so stupid. and joanna…joanna would be so angry. but, she would forgive her, right? she had to…

                                             ‘ what happened? ‘

            jo’s voice rang in her ears as she fought to compose herself enough to explain. ‘ why don’t you ask your sister? ‘ archibald said & the eldest witch’s eyes fell upon her. they were disbelieving————shocked.                         ‘ it was an accident. ‘ wendy shook her head, chancing a glance at archibald. ‘ you killed my love. ‘ within seconds, his hands were around her throat, choking her to the point where she nearly passed out. thankfully, joanna was able to stop him. though, that entailed killing him. no, they didn’t kill people often, but when the situation called for it————–she had no choice.                   moving slowly away from the wall, she walked to her sister, swallowing hard. ‘ you’re reckless & dangerous & act without thinking. ‘ she was pissed. so, beyond pissed. of course! she’d just killed her daughter. ‘ i’m sorry..’ she whispered. 

                                         ‘ get out. i never want to see you again. ‘ 

          Scott scanned the empty road watching, waiting for the right car, the           right person beyond the wheel to come pass by. The plan was sloppy, a           desperate measure for an even more desperate fool, but it needed to be           done. The seconds dragged on, minutes becoming hours before the           headlights came into view. It was the car, the driver Scott couldn’t make           out through the tinted windows but there was the scent, it was him, it           had to be. Scott felt his body tense, the muscles in his legs flexing           waiting for just another second before he leapt.

          The sound of his own bones shattering pierced his ears. His flesh tore           blood seeped out from his wounds staining his white hair in a dark           crimson. His body bounced along the hard road skipping along the surface           like a stone across a pond. He yelped and whine, bloody paws kicking at           the empty air. Pain seared through Scott burning through him like a white           hot fire but even now he could feel his wounds begin to heal, flesh           stitching itself back together. His fur retreated bones popping and           breaking rearranging as his body shape itself back to a human form. Where           a white wolf once laid kicking in pain there was now a young man, naked           and sweaty and covered in blood.