Page 107 of Havoc's Fox

“Oh, my God! You’re like her!” Marie-Claire cried, trying to crawl away from Havoc as he advanced on her.

“Oh, no, I’m much more dangerous than he is. He’s just a Wolf shifter. I’m a little bit of everything good and bad rolled into one. The part you get depends on you. Guess which one you get!” Tempest said excitedly.

Marie-Claire wasn’t far from insanity as it was, but this was all about to push her over into lunatic range.

Havoc looked down at the pitiful excuse for a human-being lying in the mud before him. “I just can’t understand why you’d want to hurt your own child. I get you don’t want to be a mother, but why do you want to hurt her? Why so much disregard for her? Just walk away.”

“She ruined my life!” Marie-Claire screamed through tears, snot and spittle. “She took everything from me! She never did anything but hurt me. I wasn’t trying to hurt her! I was trying to make you respect me! I deserve respect! I just needed her to come with me so I could make you show me respect. So I could make you give me what I deserve in exchange for giving her back to you, but the stupid little bitch wouldn’t listen! If she got hurt, it’s her own fault!”

Havoc stepped closer to Marie-Claire and slammed his boot down on her ankle. “You’re out of your fucking mind. And you’re lying. I fucking hate you. Mine will be the last face you see on this Earth and it’s going to be a long painful exit, cunt.”

Marie-Claire screamed over and over again in pain as he stomped down on her ankle once more.

“Havoc, I think maybe you should go see about Harley.”

“I have to kill this bitch first.”

“I think that you’d be better with no part in it.”

Havoc swung his gaze to Tempest, prepared to rage at her, too, if necessary. But what he saw there stopped him. Her face was her own, but it was tinted in shadows. Her eyes were almost transparent, but behind them swirled universes of stars.

“You see, part of my lineage is that of an ancient elemental. Do you know that there was once an elemental known as a soul-eater. He consumed souls of the evil as sustenance.”

“I’m not evil!” Marie-Claire screamed desperately.

Tempest cackled maniacally. “Of course, you are.”

“Don’t let her kill me! I gave her life!”

“Who? Me?” Tempest asked.

“No, my daughter!” Marie-Claire sobbed.

“I gave her life. I made sure that you were protected, provided for, sheltered and I even tried to care about you. MY daughter is alive because I provided for you. I have no doubt that had I not, you’d have aborted her. She’s my daughter, all you are is the body that made that possible,” Havoc growled.

“He’s not lying,” Tempest said as the winds around them began to swirl.

“The soul-eater that I told you about, he’s one of my ancestors. I’ve inherited limitless power from him and from my mother. That means I can… do you know what it is?” Tempest asked.

“No!” Marie-Claire sobbed.

Tempest looked at Havoc who was admittedly looking at Tempest a little nervously. “I think she’s figured it out.”

“It’s not my fault! My whole life is bad. I never have anything good happen to me. Only bad luck! Only misery!”

“That’s what you sow. You reap what you sow. Have you heard that one? The common denominator in your life is you,” Tempest said. “And the thing is, at some point everybody has bullshit in their lives. Everybody has shit to overcome. But not everybody chooses to become a leech on society and blame everybody else including their own child for their fuck-ups as they continue to make everyone else responsible for their poor choices,” Tempest said.

“I tried to give you good. You wanted no part of it. And now you chase my daughter into the woods, screaming at her how you’re going to beat her, how you hate her, while you’re telling her you’re her mother? You deserve nothing but bad things. I hope you rot in hell when I’m finished with you.”

“You think you’re better than me? You’re just like me!” Marie-Claire yelled. Her constant moving back and forth between begging for mercy and hurling angry accusations was evidence that she was completely unstable.

“Oh, I was going to eat her soul,” Tempest lamented comically.

“You really don’t want to do that. It’ll probably make you sick,” Havoc said.

“Havoc, I think it’s time for you to go.”

“I’m not finished.”