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.

fast, rushing at me

scream as he makes impact with me and I push back with all force, throwing him to the ground. His aura fills the room, and he growls menacingly.

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

is that? He smiles slightly, and my heart skips a beat as a strong sense of familiarity rushes

whispers. His voice is deep yet soft, rhythmic even,

know who

eyes are the colour of Mom’s, but there’s a coldness to them, almost as if they are

“Zade,” I say quietly.

meet and I see the glimmer of

know who I

just like Dad.” I say. “And you have her eyes… how

her, you did,” he says with such confidence

“No, I didn’t.”

She was alive when I left her several minutes earlier.” He whispers challengingly. “You’re sick,” I say, trying

might still

He snarls, before he swings his fist at me. I

The shout from

see him glance towards

can’t let him get away! He’s about to run to the window and I throw myself at him, trying to stop

Just a bit longer!

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

the wall. Pain rushes through my head, as the door is thrown open just as Zade

One of the guards shouts as three men

Capture him! We have a killer

trails off as he stares at the bed. “Take the staff into custody, I want to know how this happened!” I

and I touch the back of my head. I can feel the wetness

Blood.

to the bed, as I watch one of the guards check Mom’s pulse. Deep down I pray that maybe