Kapitel 2: Ch.2
Their speed was unreal,
like an adrenaline surge that never faltered, a relentless force driving them forward.
Each stride they took closed the gap between us faster than I could comprehend.
I was running with every ounce of energy I had, but the exhaustion was biting at me hard.
My legs felt heavier with each step, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
No matter how much I pushed, my speed began to falter.
The pounding rhythm of my heart couldn't keep up, and I knew I was losing ground. The beasts behind me sensed it, their snarls growing louder, more confident.
"Come on, come on!"
I urged myself, desperate to go faster. But it was too late. Before I could react, one of the alphas lunged forward,
its claws slicing through the air with deadly precision.
The impact hit me like a thunderstorm, ferocious and inescapable. Its bloodied claws tore into my back with a force that sent me hurtling forward.
I felt the searing pain immediately—a deep, hot agony that spread through me like wildfire.
The force of the attack threw me to the ground, and I crashed hard, my body collapsing into the dirt and leaves. For a moment, everything blurred.
My vision swam, my head spun, and I couldn't make sense of anything around me. It was like the slash had not only torn my flesh but my very understanding of the world.
I lay there, sprawled out, gasping for breath, as the blood began to flow from the wound.
It was thick and warm, soaking into my shirt and pooling beneath me. I could feel its sticky weight, a chilling reminder of how close to death I was.
My thoughts spiraled as the pain coursed through me.
Was this it?
Was this how my story ended?
My heart pounded with a mix of fear and regret as the truth dawned on me. I was teetering on the edge,
caught between life and death, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
The sound of another snarl jolted me back. My eyes widened as one of the beasts leaped toward me, jaws wide and ready to tear me apart. Its shadow loomed over me, massive and merciless.
"Not like this!"
I shouted in my mind. My instincts kicked in, fueled by desperation. I threw my arm up as if trying to block the inevitable.
"Shit,"
I muttered under my breath, my voice trembling. This wasn't just fear—it was recognition. The slash, the pain, the blood—it all felt hauntingly familiar. The memory from the dream surged back like a flood.
This was it.
The dream had become reality. The slash across my back wasn't just a nightmare—it was real, vivid, and now a part of me. The beasts were here, the pain was here, and I was trapped in the same horrifying moment I had seen before.
The mark on my back wasn't just a wound—it was something else entirely. It appeared as a strange, dark symbol etched into my skin,
almost alive with its energy. I hadn't shown it to my mom or anyone else.
No way. Something about it told me this wasn't something I could casually explain. So, I kept it to myself, a secret buried until I could figure out what it meant—or what it might do.
Despite everything, life went on, and at that moment, hunger struck me hard, pulling me back to the present.
My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since morning. I felt famished like I could devour an entire buffet in one sitting.
I made my way to the dining room, drawn by the enticing aroma of food wafting through the air.
There on the table was a plate my mom had left for me—a perfect serving of fried egg, rich sauce, and fluffy white rice.
Atop the rice, a massive chicken leg sat like a crown,
golden and crispy, oozing flavor.
"Wow,"
I murmured as I approached, the sight of the meal already lifting my spirits. I pulled the chair out, sat down,
and wasted no time digging in.
The first bite was pure heaven. The egg was seasoned just right,
the sauce had a tangy kick that balanced perfectly with the rice, and the chicken—oh, the chicken—was tender and juicy, its flavors exploding with every bite.
The aroma alone was enough to make anyone's mouth water.
As I shoveled a spoonful into my mouth, the sweetness and spices blended so perfectly, that it felt like a celebration on my tongue.
"Mom, your food is always the best—better than any chef's,"
I called out, my words muffled by another bite.
From the living room, her voice came back, warm and proud.
"Well, someone has to keep you strong, right?"
I chuckled, savoring another bite. The meal was doing more than filling my stomach; it was grounding me,
giving me a sense of normalcy amidst all the chaos I'd been feeling.
For a moment, I let myself forget about the symbol on my back, the nightmares, and the strange,
growing unease in my chest.
But even as I enjoyed my mom's cooking, a part of me couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to change. The mark on my back wasn't going away—it was waiting, biding its time, and I knew I couldn't ignore it forever.
For now, though, I let myself savor the moment.
I'd need my strength for whatever was coming next.
After my mom headed to her room, I leaned back in my chair,
feeling content.
The meal had done its job—recharged me and pushed away the morning's tension. With a satisfied sigh, I glanced at the clock. Time to get ready for school.
"Gotta change up for school,"
I muttered, standing up and stretching.
"This school is kinda nice,
though,"
I added,
trying to hype myself up as I made my way to my room.
Once inside, I walked straight to my wardrobe.
Opening it, I scanned the lineup of clothes, trying to pick something that wouldn't make me stand out too much. After a moment of deliberation, I pulled out a plain white T-shirt and a pair of long navy-blue trousers.
"This'll do,"
I said to myself, holding the outfit up and giving it a once-over.
"Simple, clean, good enough for today."
I quickly threw them on, smoothing out the fabric to make sure everything looked just right.
Before heading out, I decided to add a little flair to the look.
I grabbed my navy blue cap, adjusted it snugly over my head, and checked myself in the mirror.
"Yeah, this works. Lookin' sharp,"
I said with a small grin, feeling pretty confident about my choice.
As I turned to leave, a thought hit me. Phone.
Do I have my phone?
My hand instinctively patted my pocket, searching for the familiar rectangular outline. Nothing. My heart skipped a beat.
"Wait… where's my phone?"
I muttered, the first wave of mild panic setting in. I checked my other pocket. Still nothing.
My eyes darted around the room, scanning the bed, the desk, and even the floor.
"Oh, come on!
Where is this damn phone?"
I started moving things around, checking under the pillows, flipping through papers on my desk, and
even lifting my shoes as if the phone could magically be hiding there. Frustration started bubbling up.
Then, as I turned to look one last time, my gaze landed on it—lying right there on the bed in plain sight, mocking me with its presence.
"Oh, damn. There you are,"
I said, half relieved, half annoyed.
"Guess I need to stop losing stuff like this."
With my phone secured and my outfit ready.
I switched on my phone, eager to check my email.
My fingers tapped the screen as I opened the app, a small flicker of excitement building inside me.
But the moment the inbox loaded, my heart sank.
It was blank—completely blank. Not a single notification, no new messages. I was hoping,
no, expecting,
a response from the Nons Tech team by now.
You see, a few days ago, I'd filled out a form to have my novel accepted into their prime stories collection.
I was so confident they'd get back to me soon.
After all, my story was good, wasn't it?
It had depth, drama, action—everything they wanted.
"Damn it,"
I muttered, running a hand through my hair.
"What the hell is going on here?
No response? Seriously?"
Frustration bubbled up inside me.
"Oh, shit...
What just a fuck is this?"
I grumbled under my breath, staring at the empty screen as if my glare could magically summon the email I was waiting for.
"They should have responded by now. This is ridiculous."
I sighed, trying to calm down.
"Alright, alright, I'll just be patient. Maybe it takes them more time.
I'll give it a few weeks, and if nothing shows up, I'll check on this damn site again,"
I said, annoyed, as I switched off my phone and stuffed my phone into my pocket.
Still, the silence from Nons Tech stung a little.
I'm a fiction writer, after all. I've written tons of stories in different genres—speculative fiction, fantasy, werewolves, and more.
But my favorites?
Romance and werewolf novels. There's just something about weaving those intense, emotional tales that always pulls me in.
But here's the thing: writing isn't just a hobby for me.
It's a career I've been building, and I'm proud of how far I've come.
Right now, I'm a university student juggling my studies and my writing career, but I've also made a name for myself on RALME.
RALME isn't just another platform; it's the platform.
It's miles ahead of Nons Tech, offering writers real opportunities to grow, connect, and succeed.
And the best part?
It pays me $2,000 weekly.
That's right—writing isn't just my passion; it's also my bread and butter.
I've been fortunate to find success there, but it didn't happen overnight. My elder brother—my big bro—was a huge part of my journey.
He's not just a brother; he's a mentor, a business genius, and a brilliant engineer. He's the one who pushed my fiction, promoted my works, and helped me gain visibility on the platform.
Big Bro lives in Taiwan now, chasing his dreams and building his empire. He's a content creator and a businessman, always moving, and always innovating.
I call him whenever I need advice, and he always knows what to say.
Thanks to him, I've built a solid presence on RALME, but there's still more I want to achieve. Nons Tech was supposed to be the next step in my journey—a chance to expand my horizons.
But for now, it seemed I'd have to wait a little longer.
I leaned back on my chair, letting out a long sigh.
"Patience,"
I reminded myself.
"Good things take time."
With that, I grabbed my backpack, ready to head out for the day,
leaving the frustration behind—for now.
"Alright,"
I said, taking a deep breath.
"Let's do this.
Another day, another adventure."
Ready to face whatever the school had in store for me.
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