I Am The Luna

I look down at my gun on the bed and trying to keep my heart steady, I grab the gun and spin around, swinging it at the person creeping up on me.

It’s a man. He’s tall and clearly well- built, wearing black sweatpants and a hoodie. It’s all I see as a low snarl escapes him and he shoves me back with immense force.

Blindly, I pull the trigger on the gun. The sound is loud as the bullet hits the ceiling. The man is on top of me fast, his knee to my stomach as he throws me onto the bed, grabbing my hair as he hits me across the face.

I kick out blindly, trying to get up, only for the man to throw a punch at me. I can taste blood in my mouth as I struggle to free myself and roll off the bed, hitting the carpeted floor.

This man is strong.

Everything is happening so fast and the way he’s moving, I can tell he is not new to this. He’s wearing a baseball cap that covers his eyes and although I’m trying to get a look at him, I’m unable to.

He grabs hold of my ankle when I try to kick him and yanks my legs out from under me, but this time I’m ready and I don’t plan to go down that easily this time.

I’m unable to pull the trigger on the gun that I’m still holding, but twisting, I slam the end of it into his crotch with all the strength I can muster, a low growl ripping from my throat.

He grunts and lets go of me, yanking the gun from my hold and swinging it at me despite clutching his crotch. I jump to my feet, breathing hard.

voice shaking. He doesn’t reply, and he’s recovered fast, rushing at me once again, but this time I’m ready. My eyes blaze as my

to the ground. His aura fills the room, and

door before he looks back at me and I’m looking into a pair of grey eyes, but

that? He smiles slightly, and my heart skips a beat as

whispers. His voice is deep yet soft, rhythmic

who it

looks a lot like Dad. His eyes are the colour of Mom’s, but there’s a coldness to them, almost as if they are

“Zade,” I say quietly.

and I see the

know who

Dad.” I say. “And you have her eyes…

kill her, you did,” he says with such confidence it

“No, I didn’t.”

several minutes earlier.” He whispers challengingly. “You’re sick,” I say, trying

still

really don’t know what is so special about you… but you picked the wrong side!” He snarls, before he swings his fist at me. I duck, kicking out

on?!” The shout from a guard

glance towards

window and I throw myself at

Just a bit longer!

my chest, throwing me off with such power I go flying across the room

wall. Pain rushes through my head, as the door

guards shouts as three

the window! Secure the area! Capture him! We have a killer out there!” I shout as the guards rush to do

is…” the guard trails off as he stares at the bed. “Take the staff into custody, I want

men rush from the room, and I touch the back of my head.

Blood.

and I can barely see straight. I walk over to the bed, as I watch one of the guards check Mom’s pulse. Deep down I pray that maybe I’m mistaken and that there’ll be a heartbeat. Even