Taken Over (Book 2 the Ravening Series) by Erica Stevens

Author:Erica Stevens
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, thriller, horror, young adult, science fiction, alien, apocalyptic, forbidden love, action and suspense, apolcalyptic horror
Publisher: Erica Stevens

CHAPTER 12

I ran that night. I ran like I had never run before. I ran like all of the dead had risen from their graves and were pursuing me through the trees. Ran like I could escape the blood thumping through my veins, if it even wasn't my blood anymore. I was certain a strange alien entity was pulsing through my veins now. My blood was something I couldn't escape from, it was the very life of me and it felt like my enemy right now.

It was inside of me, pushing me faster, driving me onward as it tore at my insides.

I wanted to shout my horror to the world. Wanted to fall to my knees and scream until I couldn't scream anymore. But that would only bring them, and if they came, they would kill me. If they came they would split me open, like they had the boy in the hospital, and poke around inside me to see if they could find what made me different too. I wondered if they would finally be able to discover what Bishop was so desperately seeking.

I stumbled and fell but scrambled back to my feet. My knees ached from the impact, but I kept going. My labored breathing was harsh in my ears, I fell again as exhaustion buckled my legs. I attempted to get back on my feet, but slipped in the loose leaves and plummeted back to the ground. I lay there, wheezing for breath and trying not to cry as my fingers dug into the earth.

What was wrong with me?

I didn't mean what was wrong with my blood, but simply what was wrong with me. Why couldn't I be like the others? Why couldn't I put on a smile and at least attempt to fake happiness? Was it because there really was something wrong with me, wrong with my blood?

I shoved myself off the ground, refusing to lay there and be depressed, refusing to be weak and broken anymore. The woods were my place, this was my time. I wouldn't allow it to be ruined, not now, not ever. There was nothing wrong with me. I had to believe that. There was nothing wrong with me other than a broken heart, savaged spirit, and a body depleted of the essentials it required.

I saw better at night because now I was a part of the night in a way I never had been before. I could hear better now because I had learned to listen better, because it was a sense I needed for survival and I had honed it. I was stronger and faster because I had been training, I had lost weight and gained muscle, and I had been fighting. I wasn't going to stop fighting now, even if the enemy was within me. I would beat it; I would pick myself up and carry on because it had to be done.

My lungs burned, my legs were weak from the run, but it felt good. I felt alive.

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