Red poppy - revenge
Ever since the fire, I have been in this bed. I don’t know how long it has been, but I have felt almost every single pack bond snap. My pack is gone. Their screams echo through my mind, day and night, non-stop. Their last words are haunting me whenever my mind wanders. The howls. The laughter of those bastards watching us and our house burn. I haven’t felt peace, haven’t had silence since this all went down. I miss it.
No one visits me. Laura and Derek must’ve run far away from this town as soon as they could. And I don’t blame them. I just wish I could have done the same. At least they are safe, wherever they are now. From the fire, from the Argents, from Beacon Hills.
The only people I hear are the nurses and doctors. They talk in terms I don’t understand, talk about how big of a tragedy it was. They tell each other that I’m lucky to at least still be alive, even if I’m in a coma. I don’t understand what they mean. How is this luck? I am stuck in my head, my body immobile and unmoving. I have no pack to fall back on or to ask guidance to. I have no one left.
I am never gonna see my wife and her smile again, or hear her laugh. My sister will never boss me around again. I won’t be able to see her kids, tease them, or even put them to bed on the nights she’s away. I won’t even be able to tuck little Cora in again while she pretends to hate it. There’s nothing. My situation is many things. But it isn’t lucky.
One tiny flame had ruined my life and destroyed my pack. On a night that is supposed to be the most fun night of the month. But now, I'll never experience another fun full moon with my pack and family. I will forever cry on the night that used to bring me so much joy. One family had decided to take the lives of mine. All because of who we were. Humans, hunters, the cruellest creatures of them all. Yet we are predators. Yet we are called monsters. We are the ones that suffer, but they get to decide we shouldn’t live. It just isn’t fair.
I know I was never the best brother or uncle, but I loved my family. I still do. My sister is was annoying. I would kill to hear her teasing again. Even just once.
These are just empty dreams though. I will never see them again, but I can avenge them. I just need a plan. I need a plan to kill that woman Kate Argent, and every single person that was involved. Since I don’t know how long I’ll be here in this horrible place and bed, I might as well start planning.