Nervous laughter escaped her lips. It trickled into the air and died quickly. Everything seemed so fuzzy… Vivid images of her cuddling into that blue waistcoat when she was younger, and climbing up onto those broad shoulders flashed in front of her eyes. 

Now he was gone. Just a lifeless husk remained on the floor, draining itself of blood. Her earbuds, somehow still in her ears, began playing the next song. It was her favorite song, Ticking by TIN. It made her blood pump faster and threatened to make her lose control. Oh the wonders of music. Her eyes flashed with anger. Sliding her view slowly off of Damien, she noticed the group of tall men in black, watching her. One of them must have blood on their hands… literally. Feeling her pupils become pinpoints, she smiled a terrible smile, one to give nightmares to a grown man. She let her anger take control of her mind. 

She couldn’t hold back any longer. Everything was so clear. Crystal clear. They had done this. One breath out. Her legs didn’t even tense when she leapt to the opposite wall. Eyes burning, the unrelenting grin fixed to her face, she kicked off of the wall. Luna could feel her heart pounding. She landed on the first man, one knee hitting his stomach first, and then the other slammed onto his neck as he hit the ground. A sharp crack resounded in the room. That felt nice. It had been a while since she had let herself go like this… this pent up anger was becoming useful. Snapping her head up to look at the next stranger, her hand found his throat, and she jumped using it as leverage.

More.. more… MORE… MAKE THEM PAY.

Luna landed on his shoulders. She dug her fingers into his skin. Jumping up again, using strength she didn’t know she had, she threw him. Two of them went down like bowling pins. Her feet tapped lightly on the floor. As she made her way to the last man, he whimpered in fear. He cowered against the wall. She gritted her teeth, reeled back her arm, and savagely dug her fingernails into his throat. He gurgled. She stood there, watching. He sank to his knees, hands coming up to his neck. Her eyes were glassy. He keeled over. Standing in the now empty room, she looked at the way the blood dripped off of her fingers, numbly. Luna slowly raised her fingers to her mouth. The smell intoxicated her. Her head felt fuzzy.

No, wait what am I doing! Don't lose control no no no no!

Grasping her forearm with her free hand, she forced it away from her face and held it far away. Her fingers shook. Desperately she dove into her pocket, scrabbling around for… for… there it was! Luna hurriedly brought it out into the light. Her vision was beginning to get hazy at the edges. The long black box was smeared with bloody fingerprints. She popped it open and urgently grabbed a small capsule filled with yellow liquid. Next, she grasped a long needle with trembling hands and tried to fit in the capsule. Her fingers were so shaky that it slipped through her fingers and shattered on the floor.

“FUCK!”

Her breath came raggedly. Taking another one, Luna hastily clicked it into place. Almost without thinking, she stabbed it into the crook or her elbow, shoving down the plunger. Her knees slammed into the ground. She curled around her arm, afraid to let go of of the needle. Her body shook. Her head slowly cleared, and it became easier to breathe. 

Her heartbeat began to slow to a normal rate. She regained control over her mind, yet still she sat there, on the floor, trembling, clutching the needle. Luna was scared to open her eyes. A tear worked its way down her face. What happened? She looked up hesitantly. 

Who were these people, and why are they dead? Oh. O h.

She turned slowly. His face was turned towards her, his eyes empty. His perfect hair was mussed. Still there. Yet not. Setting down the needle, she stretched out one hand, and touched his cheek. Cold. She was alone. How did it always end up this way?