No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 45: We Meet Once Again!

The many spotlights and light bulbs installed in the yard, hallways, classrooms, and schoolyard can keep you from reality. Because they are deceptive, when El arrived outside, he was surprised to find it was already late. Inside it looked like the day had just dawned.

He breathes fresh air, closing his eyes with his hands on his hips. Today their school day was short-lived. They didn’t even follow the second sequence of the day, personal development. Things have happened so quickly that they have lost track of the day, and with the twins injured by Theo, who has just arrived at school, risks doing much more damage.

Meeting him in the hallway was a surprise, and he was so engrossed in his conversation with H that he couldn’t catch his scent before he ran into him.

It’s all your fault, H; you could have warned me instead of smiling like a fool and letting me act like a savage. Since when did he become so friendly? What was that smile on his face when he saw Theo, huh? He sighs, shaking his head.

No, it’s my fault. I should have listened when Howie asked me to walk properly instead of wandering down the hall with my back like a moron. But no, I had to do my own thing like a moron, without even activating my senses to watch what was behind me. Pff, it sucks all that. I’m foolish.

No, no! not precisely; it wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t mine or Howie’s, for that matter. It was more Theo’s fault. If he hadn’t pushed me to be anxious for his well-being, I would have been consistent, and he completely freaked me out.

I can no longer think appropriately without his face haunting me or appearing before my eyes like a screen of a system connected to my brain. I only think of him after this tragedy which almost cost him his life, not to mention this thing outside lurking them, looking for them.

He barks, stamping his feet, a little pissed at himself. Oh no, no, fair heaven! I’m going to go crazy. I have to stop thinking and speak out loud to myself. That’s not me, that’s not me. Since when do I worry so much about other people besides Howie?

Why am I losing my mind over someone I’ve barely met while Howie can easily manage his feelings? What is this sorcery? So is it this, loving someone, or is it because he is my fated mate that makes me act unreasonably?

He stopped on the exit door threshold, lost in a monologue discussion with himself, pacing, unable to overcome his thoughts and the flood of sensation that invaded him. He was terrified of finding himself face to face with Theo; since he came out, his smell had become stronger and more pronounced, and suddenly he started panicking like a beginner.

It’s the first time he finds himself in such a situation. Indeed, he always had an undeniable love for Lycian. Still, he had never felt all these things simultaneously, which overwhelmed him. and he’s been in a relationship before. However, it never lasted long because he was only thinking about Lycian. Even though there was no butterfly in his stomach, the sweat running down the spine of his back when he saw her, it was still love, and they were a couple, after all. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

So why is it so different with this boy when we were only enemies? And now I’m in pain, very bad, while I’m the one who hurt him, I’m the one who mistreated him, hurt him under crazy impulses.

Oh, damn it! I need to stop this bullshit before it’s too late; it’s not me anymore. I like to live without stressing myself for nothing; my curiosity and independence have always characterized me. So I’m not going to let anyone put a leash around my neck like a dog for the sake of these damn feelings I didn’t seek.

He opened the door and retraced his steps, dragging his legs with his neurons boiling. He was on the stairs when a question popped into his head which caused him to stop abruptly, he missed one of the steps, and he fell on his butt and slid his butt to the bottom of the stairs.

El gets back on your feet, buddy. Arsshhh, that’s not true! It’s pathetic all that, and you, my bud, you are far from being a miserable person.

I don’t know you like being a coward, my man. You can be silly and selfish at times but not pathetic, and he’s just a little jerk; you came here to find him, so keep going, don’t be discouraged. Where did your pride go, dude? Where’s your liberal spirit gone?

Don’t tell me you’re swayed by that coward, Howie? That’s not a good example to follow, buddy. He’s dumb and ridiculous; he got everything he ever needs in front of his eyes, but he doesn’t dare to take it and make it his own, so move your sexy little ass and let’s get that little shit and make him your wifey.

But is he going to like me calling him wifey? Well, it’s not up to him to decide. I call him what I want and how I hear it. He’s my fluffy teddy bear, after all, isn’t he? He said, laughing heartily, remembering the memory of that big giant malamute in his arms.

Ahh tch, you’re so silly, El. Let’s settle this once and for all. Your father believes in you, doesn’t he? If he finds out that you chickened out this close to the goal, it will be hell for you. You know that, right? Yeah, I know, don’t tell me about it. That old jerk is going to make my life miserable.

Before jumping up from the floor, he took one last look around to ensure he was alone in his crazy world before jumping up to the bottom. He got to his feet, adjusted his uniform, he sniffed his clothes. He smiled when he noticed that he still smelled as good as this morning when he left his bedroom.

Despite the tensions of the day, his toiletries still keep their effect. Not to mention that his body odor is still so sweet and sophisticated. For fear that he had the same damn smell as the twins’ father when he met him for the first time.

Let’s go El. We have a mission to accomplish, now or never, honey.

He put a hand on the bar of the big door to push it when suddenly a sound of footsteps and frantic voices in panic caught his attention at the top of the stairs.

What is that again? He grumbled between his teeth as he pushed open the door. He’s having a fit, and he’s convulsing. We must find Miss Abel, and why isn’t she here? Today is doctor park’s day off. What do we do, ring the emergency buttons?

Aike still hasn’t woken up, El grumbled. He closed the door and raced back up the stairs. And damn it! He needs to hurry before Raphael, and the others call on management. They’ve done enough for today, as it is. God only knows why they haven’t all been called to the principal’s office yet. So no question that this semblance of peace has gone up in smoke. When I just found the perfect way to be with this little jerk without going to his house every day.

He met a distraught Raphael; usually, he doesn’t put himself in such a state, and Oleck, for the first time in his life, seems to find a bit of solemn serenity. He is not at all troubled or frightened by the situation.

What is happening? El asks them, coming up to them. He is one of the twins. He is having a severe seizure, we have done everything to get him back to normal, but it persists. The other is at his bedside, a little lost, he didn’t want us to call for help, but now it’s been going on far too long, Oleck replies calmly, which surprises El coming from him.

While Raphael is red as a tomato, it shows that he is not used to working under pressure and has completely lost his words. And God only knows. He has words to use, that one.

Okay, we’ll try something else first, then call security or whoever you want to call. El patted Raphael’s shoulder, who stared at him without even seeing him.

Is he okay? Don’t worry about him. You can go. I’ll watch over him. Give him some water. All this must have shaken him. It’s his first time, it shows. He leaves them behind and storms back into the room.

The girls are clinging to each other. Let’s say Mandy is clinging to Elie like a lifeline with watery eyes, shaking like a leaf. She’s shaking a lot more than Aike, who’s convulsing like an engine, El remarques, rolling his eyes. It’s weird.

Fortunately, Elie is there; otherwise, this room will turn already into a real circus.

Ayke is desperately leaning on his brother, trying every way to communicate with him, he knows he needs him, but he can’t reach him to make him understand that he is with him.

El put a reassuring hand on his outstretched shoulder. He jumped; he didn’t hear him coming. When he looked up at him, he felt relief. He suddenly gets up from the chair to throw himself into El’s arms, who is Stunned by this sudden reaction from Ayke.

He doesn’t know how to react. He just lets it go without saying a word. What’s going on, El whispers to him, trying to be gentle, serious, and without irony, as Howie would have done in such a situation.

He doesn’t react. I don’t feel our bond anymore, he can’t feel my presence, yet I feel his pain, fear, and despair, but he can’t find me. It’s as if there’s a bug in our system network. My brother is in danger. He will die if I can’t connect to him, El.

Hey, calm down, sweetie. Nobody’s going to die here, ok? If he doesn’t react to your presence, we have to find a way to tell him that you’re here and with him. You tried talking to him. I imply talking to him through your specialty, you know what I mean, hmm? What other bond did you share other than the ones I know?

Yes, I understood, I did it too, but he didn’t answer. I can’t find him even when we sleep; we can talk or invite each other into the other’s head. I tried all that, but nothing worked, nothing at all.

Ok, I understand. El gently pulled him out of his arms, unsure if he could be patient and kind to others. Those are Howie’s qualities for him. That little prank, Howie, is starting to influence my actions. What’s been happening to me, he asks, since when I became such a chick?

While reflecting on his new behavior, he guides Ayke to his brother and asks him to try one more time to connect with him, without others noticing or even Ayke himself noticing. He placed his right hand on his back to fuel his life energy and strengthen his spiritual connection, which became weak after what they did to help H.

A cloud of white light almost identical to the one in the room materializes under his hand, which rests delicately on Ayke’s back. Listen to me, big boy, calm down, ok, empty yourself, and forget that your brother is in danger or that he is going to die; tell yourself that he is okay because you are there with him and you are going to bring him back with you. Do you understand me?

Ayke nodded to let him know he understood. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath; after a few good seconds of concentration, he took his brother’s hand. Bravael, on his side, increased the power of his energy while monitoring the light so that the spectators do not perceive it. After giving Raphael water, the boys came back into the bedroom, closing the door carefully behind them.

As they desperately try to get Aike back to his brother thousands of miles from Wood Hill, another drama begins to take an even more complicated turn.

The house of Kerf, this house in which always reigns a great silence and possibility, is the object of an indescribable tumult. A terrible creature comes to tear into pieces and blood the sudden return to normal that these teenagers have seen hovering over their home during these few days. But who could have warned them about what is happening now in their living room?

From the top of the stairs, Perth, accompanied by Oliver hidden behind him, face something they never thought they could come across in this world. A terrifying demon, eyes looming over an implausibly huge mouth, wrestled with a fiery red-eyed gray wolf, which appeared to be cutting off his access to the stairwell.

The traces of blood on its silvery and shiny coat prove there was a struggle between this disproportionate creature and this wolf, despite its fragile and gentle appearance, which is very frightening and ferocious.

The blood comes from his wounds, which are undoubtedly the result of his fierce fight against this thing, a nameless horror, which threatens to burn the house down if he does not find what he is looking for.

Still, the wolf is determined not to give it to him so quickly. He stands up to him, fighting with all his might to keep him away from his children.

What the hell is this? Holy shit, holy fucking shit!?

The voice of Perth and Oliver reaches the ears of the wolf, who jumped as if he had not hoped that these two would witness such a situation; he let his guard down hearing them swear at the top of the steps; he hates to listen to them use big words but now is not the time.

He wanted to make them understand to go back to their room and double-lock to wait for him, but instead of speaking to them in a language, they would have understood he howled like the wolf he is now, to tell them to run, to hide.

Oliver jumps when the wolf begins to howl. He seems to understand what he wants to tell him. At the same time, he asks himself, how can I understand a howling wolf? This showy beast must have done one of those effects on my system.

The howl persists. Oliver let go of his brother’s t-shirt, which he had clung to put his hands on his ears, which he wanted to cover so as not to hear the wolf’s howls. He fell to the floor on his buttocks fighting against the noise in his head. The latter felt his temples ignite, and his head was about to explode. He feels like he will die, his head will split open, and Perth will have to pick up the pieces of his brain with a teaspoon.

Perth, on his side, does not know where to turn. He wants to help his brother, but at the same time, something tells him that he can trust the wolf at the bottom of the stairs and that he must help him. But help him how? he wonders. He glanced at his brother, curled upon himself, his head in his hands. He was screaming at death like a damned man.

After one last glance at the wolf, who fights fiercely against the foul creature, taking advantage of its large size, she is over two meters tall with her long arms fitted with long clawed fingers as sharp as any hunting or butcher knife.

He’s been doing fine so far, but I still have to help him, so it’ll be after I get Oliv to safety, but safe where exactly? If that thing and that wolf got in here, without the alarm going off, then there’s no safe place in this house to protect my brother.

Shit, mom! He cried. Where the fuck is she? May she be safe, he prays deep inside. Hey, Oliv, look at me, bro, we have to get out of here, and I have to find our mother. So I’m counting on you to stay focused, to be able to follow my instructions, okay little brother?

Oliver nodded his head which was still in his hands, but he was not sure he’d be able to move; he felt that his limbs didn’t want him anymore and that he wasn’t like before. He doesn’t know where this wolf comes from, but he knows one thing the state he is in right now is due to his howl.

But how to explain all this to Perth, and he doesn’t want to worry him even more. He has their mother whom he must find and him whom he must shelter. After all, he is the youngest of the occupants of the house. Oliver knows he should be the one worrying about his safety, not the other way around.

He is always there as a human shield from a young age; he always shows bravery and courage. He always stood up to his attackers and the school bullies who kept falling on Oliver, as if the latter had a knack for attracting trouble. But for some reason, nature always intended him to be that way; whenever he finds himself in such a situation, his younger brother is always the one to come to his aid.

He always finds himself in trouble no matter how much willpower he applies to avoid them. He can’t even count on the fingers of his hand the amount of shit Perth has had to take him out of many times.

He collected all his strength to get up, but he failed. His attempt was unsuccessful. His brother starts looking for a possible exit to leave the house. He scans the surroundings thinking at top speed. The balcony, he says, we go through the balcony of your room. But when he turned his attention back to his brother, he hadn’t moved an inch since he told him of his thoughts.

Oh, Oliv, come on, man, you need to help me, bro. I need you. He leaned towards him and put his hands on his to remove them from his ears; that’s when he felt a current going through his body and Oliver’s. They jumped in shock at this. Perth snatched his hands away quickly as Oliver sat back down, as soon as the other gripped his hands away from him.

What was that? Oliver shouted in surprise as Perth stared at his hands on different facades.

The power comes from the current that has just passed through the boys’ bodies. The wolf and the creature have also felt the change in the air. They looked up at the steps where the boys were crouched facing each other.

Kinu! Whispers the jerky, unpleasant voice of the creature. His voice had mistrust and surprise, and he recoiled a little. It’s not possible, she continues. The wolf took advantage of his moment of bewilderment to surprise him. He gathered all his strength and launched an attack against the creature, who was surprised to find a Kinu in this world. But they haven’t existed for centuries. How is that even possible?

The wolf took its momentum and jumped. It executed an extensive and high jump that carries him to the level of the neck of the creature, its neck emaciated. The wolf grabbed his distracted prey by the scruff of the neck. Only then did the animal realize that it had let its guard down.

His discovery was a total surprise to him; those pesky Kinu are the last thing she hoped to find here in this world. He struggles with the wolf, who seems to have touched a sensitive nerve. She staggered into the living room. Her feet caught on the coffee table, which made her lose her balance, then she tumbled into the void behind her.

Her head banged against the modern solid wood TV stand that framed the wall before ending up on the floor. The wolf, still clinging to her neck, decided not to let go of his prey until she finished him off.

The noise caught the boys’ attention, who straightened up abruptly to stand. It’s only when Oliver finds himself standing side by side with his brother that he realizes he’s been able to move and found the strength in his limbs. Perth grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to the bottom of the stairs without waiting.

He wanted to take advantage of the moment to escape from this hell that had teleported itself right into the middle of their living room, witnessing their most beautiful childhood memory and their whole life so far. And find his mother at the same time.

When they got downstairs, something caught their attention. The wolf was in pain. His whining caught the attention of Perth, who couldn’t ignore it, and Oliver already had tears in his eyes; he felt the poor beast’s suffering. He fought with all his might to help them. He knew he wanted to help them and not the other way around.

The wolf had the claws of the dreadful creature plunged into its ribcage. Its gray and shiny coat was nothing more than a clump of hair stained with a reddish viscous liquid with golden traces instilled in the blood under the effect of light. He tries to howl, but nothing comes out of his mouth. He stares at the boys with blank eyes before transforming under their wide eyes in astonishment and terror.

The wolf shifted into their mother—that same mother who’s been acting like a lunatic ever since the death of her beloved husband. The one who’s almost forgotten she was a mother for the past fifteen years turns out to be a mythical creature, a creature they only hear about in the stories their father often told them.

These creatures they believed were only a figment of their father’s wild imagination, which was a way for him to spend a lot more time with them when he was home. The only moments and memories they have of what is called a loving, perfect family.

Mom! yelled the boys in chorus, petrified by what they had in front of them. Oliver rushed towards her, but Perth grabbed him by his sleeve, his eyes filled with blinding tears, preventing him from going further. The creature seemed to come to life, and it moved its claws that are plunged into their mother’s body, which caused her immense pain; unable to cry, she winced under the effect of the pain.

Runaway, she whispers, stammering painfully under her breath, and find them, my loves, I’m sorry, I thought I had time... I _ she coughed hard, catching her breath, she spat blood, and her eyes became increasingly heavy. She felt extreme fatigue seize her, and all her energy flew away suddenly. She mumbled something as she thought her last trace of life was slipping away.

The... key... instinct... follow... you... are... and- she passed away before their wide-eyed eyes of amazement and terror. Not a single word came out of their throats; they were stunned by what they had just seen.

Only their tears won’t stop. A symbol they’ve never noticed on their mother’s shoulder blade materializes in a golden butterfly before their eyes. He flew up to them and around Perth at his eye level. The cute butterfly rested on his pretty arrogant pointed nose for a moment. Then he passed to Oliver. He flew around him the same way. Then he landed on his shoulder, where he disappeared, making one with his flesh.

The creature groaned as it pulled away from their mother’s lifeless body, pushing her towards them like trash. Mom is no longer there to protect you, my chicks; I’m your new mom, she said, gritting her teeth, her eyes shining with excitement. He looked longingly at Oliver, and then in a soft, almost sultry voice, she shot at him.

As we meet Oliver.