Clan Fighters by Kaitlyn Garlets (classic books to read TXT) 📕

if you did something wrong, she looked like an insane woman. You could practically see the red flames burning in her eyes, making Reece gasp.
"What are you doing?" Reece asked, backing up into the other side of the wall.
"You want the truth? Well, here it is: I did get into the box when you were sleeping and I did take everything in it. Every paper that told you about your real parents and all about your so called powers that you don't even use or know how to use for that matter! And you know what I did with them?"
"What did you do with them?!" Reece asked angrily.
"I hid them. So that you could never find them. Well, you won't anyways because I'm going to kill you."
Reece gasped, still against the wall as Macbeth reached for her neck with her hands.
"Before you kill me, I just want to know why," Reece said, closing her eyes, still clutching the box, gripping it tighter as if Macbeth could get to it if she loosened her grip on it.
"Because I wanted to be the chosen one from the prophecy. Not you. I was supposed to be the one, but I was banned from my powers!"
Reece opened her eyes, surprised by what she just said. "What do you mean you were supposed to be the girl from the prophecy?"
"I mean, I had a brother who was supposed to be the other half of the prophecy, but then he turned to the Skincrawlers for God knows why and the Main Clan's House banned me because they thought I was going to join the Skincrawlers too! And now that I can't be that person, I won't let you!"
"No," Reece said.
"'No'? What do you mean 'no'?" Macbeth hissed, cracking her neck to the side.
"I mean, you may kill me, but that's not going to mean anything. Its not going to bring the prophecy back to you. It won't bring anything to you. I mean, look at you! Your just as much a Skincrawler as your brother!"
"Don't talk about my brother like that! You don't know him!" Macbeth said, hissing again, grabbing Reece's throat.
"Look," Reece said, struggling to talk. "I know that you must hate me, but let me go and I will just forget this ever happened and I won't fulfill the prophecy or whatever."
Macbeth's grip on her throat loosened, but only for a second. "No! I don't care anymore! I'm going to kill you so that the prophecy doesn't come true! Because it wouldn't matter if I let you go, you would have to go and fulfill it anyways. Its your destiny! But not for long!" Macbeth screamed, her grip on Reece's neck.
"Hey, Macbeth," Reece said in a whispered, scratchy voice. "Why don't you look up?" Reece spotted Griffen standing right above Macbeth, fire coming from his hands.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Macbeth asked, looking around, her grip not getting lighter.
Griffen pounced right when Macbeth saw him right above him and threw a fire ball at her, hitting her in the stomach as she turned around, letting go of her neck.
Reece gasped, holding her neck with one hand, holding the empty box with the other.
"Reece! Look out!" Griffen yelled just as Reece looked up to see that Macbeth had dodged a fireball and it was heading straight for Reece.
Reece jumped out of the way just in time. She landed on the dirty ground, coughing from inhaling it. Reece stood up, leaving the box on the ground and looked up to see Macbeth on top of Griffen, grabbing his neck at the same time he was holding hers with fire all around both of them, but mostly on her neck as Griffen let the fire seep out of his hands and onto Macbeth's neck.
"Die! Why won't you die?!" Griffen yelled, gripping her neck tighter, as Macbeth spit in his face to distract him, but found it didn't work.
"Griffen!" Reece yelled, rushing over to him and grabbed Macbeth by her long hair and tried to yank her off of Griffen who coughed as she let go, grabbing at her roots, trying to get Reece to stop.
"Its over, Macbeth. I can't believe that I even trusted you when I didn't even know you," Reece said, yanking at her hair again when she tried to claw at Reece with her long fingernails.
Griffen caught his breath and stood up, grabbing a rope that as on the floor, untangling it. He knelt down to where Macbeth was and tied the rope around her arms and hands, making Macbeth scream.
After the rope was all tied around Macbeth, he stood again and sighed. "So, what do you want to do with her? I mean, we could kill her since she tried to kill you."
"Who is this? A Firewiller?" Macbeth said, as Griffen leaned down and took duct tape out of his large jacket pocket and slapped a piece over her mouth, making Macbeth scream with rage.
"Yes, this is Griffen. He lives here. He help me figure out how to open the box.
"Why would you want to kill me? I mean, I did nothing wrong to you. I trusted you and thought that someone actually wanted to help me get through this! But like always, I was wrong and too trusting of people and I told you everything! Everything. I feel like a total idiot because I have no idea what I am or what I am capable of or anything! and I let myself think that you were going to help me and get me through this without any trouble or anything. But no, I was wrong again. I am never going to trust anyone ever again!" Reece said, having no care for someone who tried to kill her.
Macbeth tried to say something, but Reece just leaned down and spit in her face as she had done to Griffen.
"That's for spitting in Griffen's face," Reece said. "And this is for trying to kill me!" she said, spitting in her face again.
"What are we going to do with her?" Griffen asked, a small smile on his face.
"I don't know," Reece said, closing her eyes, rubbing her temples.
"You okay?" Griffen asked, setting his hand on her shoulder for comfort, but Reece just moved out of the way, putting her hands to her wet eyes. "Look, I know we just met and all, but I want to help you. You are a great fighter and I think that we could use each other. If you want to stick around."
Reece ignored him, feeling dizzy. Reece sat down on the dirty ground, and leaned against the wall. "I just...I don't know what I want to do. I have no idea where to go now that Macbeth isn't who I thought she was. She had known what I was and told me what I should do and I did. But I don't know what to do now."
Reece opened her eyes and gasped.
"What?" Griffen asked, looking at the wall Reece was looking at.
"I see someone."
"I don't who is it?" Griffen asked, tensing up.
"Its my dead brother. Macbeth had told me that I can see the dead. But I wasn't sure because I had seen my mother and she was dead."
"What's he want?" Griffen asked.
"I don't know," Reece said, getting up.
Reece saw that her brother had went behind some crates on the other side of the room and she followed, her heart bursting with pain and sorrow.
"Reece?" Griffen asked, reaching out to her, but she just waved his hand away.
"Brian? Is that you? Are you trying to tell me something?" Reece asked, walking behind the crates.
Reece saw her brother standing next to an open crate, where there was a scroll inside the crate. Reece picked it up and unrolled it, seeing that there was some type of writing on it that she didn't know of. Reece didn't understand.
"I'm not clicking on what your trying to tell me, Brian. Why won't you talk to me?" Reece asked, holding back more tears.
Brian just shrugged and shook his head.
Reece looked at the old torn-up scroll one more time and called Griffen to take a look at it.
"Hey, what's up?" Griffen asked.
"I found this and I think it might be important. What do you think?" Reece asked, still looking at it.
"I don't know. It looks old. Here, let me take a look at it."
Griffen took the scroll and went back to the front of the small shack where he could keep an eye out for Macbeth.
Just thinking about Macbeth made Reece lift her hand up to her neck where there was still red hand prints from when she was trying to choke her to death.
"Thanks, Brian," Reece whispered, so badly wanting to hug him.
Brian nodded, disappearing from her sight.
Reece stood there, looking at the spot that Brian had been until her eyes watered from not blinking. She walked to the front of the shack and sat down on one of the rotten chairs without realizing she had sat down, wanting to cry.
Suddenly, she heard a creak coming from something near her and just as she was going to look around, the chair she was sitting on crushed underneath her. She sat on the broken chair and cried in front of Griffen and Macbeth, who were both watching her cry.
"You sure your okay?" Griffen asked, seriously.
"No! I'm not okay! I just want everything to be back the way it was before my parents died two years ago. I just don't want any of this to be real!" Reece said, crying even harder.
"You know that your sitting on a broken chair, right?" Griffen asked, trying to lighten the mood, but failing miserably.
"Yes!" Reece sobbed. "I have no one to help me through any of this! I can't trust anyone!"
"Not even me?" Griffen asked.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. Not after what Macbeth did to me," Reece said, wiping her tears, her voice still shaking.
"I'm sorry. I really am. Maybe I can help. I know some people," Griffen offered.
"I don't know, Griffen. Like I said, I can't really trust anyone. And I just met you. I just need to think stuff through. Okay?"
"Alright, but you know that you don't have to trust me," Griffen said, sighing. "I just want to help you. You know that right?"
Griffen only wanted to keep her safe from harm. If she was really the girl from the prophecy, then he had to protect her, no matter what the consequences were to him or anyone else for that matter. And not only did he want to help her, he wanted to help in anyway he could. He had never felt something like this about someone in his whole entire life and he surely didn't want something bad to happen to her. It made him mad to think that someone actually was let in by Reece then turned out to be someone who was jealous and wanted to kill her over such a stupid thing like that.
Griffen had grown up, memories haunting him over the death of his parents right in front of him. He knew exactly what Reece was going through.
"Look, Reece. I may not know you all that much, but I know exactly what you are going through. I lost my parents too. They were murdered right in front of me, while my parents kept me safe, hidden from the Skincrawlers. I know just how you feel. I want to help you. No, I need to help you.