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 once again, but this time I’m ready. My eyes blaze as my

with all force, throwing him to the

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

and my heart skips a beat as a strong sense

He whispers. His voice is deep

who it

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

“Zade,” I say quietly.

eyes meet and I see the glimmer of surprise in

know who I

look just like Dad.” I say. “And you have her

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

“No, I didn’t.”

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

might still wake

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 at his feet from beneath him, he staggers, falling to one

shout

glance

get away! He’s about to run to the window and I throw myself at

Just a bit longer!

slams his elbow into my chest, throwing me off with such

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

the guards shouts as three men burst through

my feet. “Out the window! Secure the area! Capture him! We have a killer out there!” I shout as

off as he stares at the bed. “Take the staff into custody, I want to know

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

Blood.

the guards check Mom’s pulse. Deep