The Agent of the Moon
Chapter 1
Well I suppose I should admit now that even I don't know where, when, or how my story started. Every time I try to remember my origin, my childhood, even my real name, my vision goes fuzzy and I come up blank. Anyways, my "name" is Silber, Agent Silber. I am told it means silver in German. I am a 16 year old girl about 5'8", have long silver-blonde scene hair, and I don't stand out much. Besides my eyes however, which are a deep gray with hints of blue by day, and a glowing silver hue by night. My earliest memory begins in downtown Haise, one of the biggest industrial cities in this country…
The cool night breeze felt cool on my face, but was soiled by all the pollution from the nearby factories. I was wearing some grey hoody, torn jeans, and worn out converse. But most importantly, I had my necklace of a crescent moon. I was walking down some asphalt street ridden with cracks, heading towards the park hoping to get away from all the smog and get some fresh air. After passing numerous streetlamps, I look up from the ground to see the park a couple blocks away. I happily pull off my hood, letting my hair cascade down and put my hands in my hoody pocket and start to half skip the rest of the way to the park.
Out of nowhere I hear a scream coming from the alley just a few yards in front of me. Instinctively, I put my hand over my moon necklace but I don't know why. I inch forward, hugging the wall till I get to the corner of the alley. I feel my heart thumping louder and faster as I prepare to look around the corner. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and open them looking down the alley. Four figures- no beasts, were huddled over something. They were massive with black fur and pointed ears. I heard crunching and squelching noises coming from their direction. That's when I notice the bloody arm sticking out of the mass of these things.
I started to gasp but quickly put my hand over my mouth, and for good measure I hid around the corner. I kept my mouth covered until I knew I could keep my scream inside. I then closed my eyes, preparing to dash across the opening and make a run for the park. But my eyes open when I feel something pop inside my nose. I was confused until I saw two red splats on the ground. Of course, a bloody nose in this kind of a situation! I thought. I quickly pinch my nose and start my dash to the park. My momentum disappeared as I ran right into one of the beasts, and I fell backwards. I catch myself, but look up to the beast towering over me, it looked it was grinning the way it bared its fangs. It lowered itself and licked up the blood on the ground. I started to crawl backwards trying to distance myself from this thing, only to find myself right at the feet of another one.
I screamed. I suppose what I should've done first is run but I guess I thought screaming would help my situation. It didn't. I finally scramble to my feet just as the beast behind me takes a swing with its claws. I felt multiple slices and searing pain explode on my back, as well as being shoved a good ten feet forward. Keeping my balance I use that momentum to start sprinting away as fast as I possibly can. Tears singe my eyes as the wind kicks up, thankfully not full of smog. My lungs sting from my sharp and fast breaths of cold air, and I hear my converse clack against the pavement.
As soon as I hit the park I slow down and look behind me. My heart drummed even faster when I saw the beasts chasing after me, their fangs flashing from the moonlight. I run to the nearest tree, jumping and grabbing at any branches I could find. Within seconds I found myself near the top, about 50 feet up. "Damn, it's amazing what you can do when you're about to die…" I pant. I feel the tree shudder as the beast tackle and claw at its trunk. I look down to see bark and dust fill the air, and out of nowhere, I feel the wind stop. Confused, I look around to see a caped figure walking in the direction of the tree. "Could this get any worse?" I mumble to myself.
Immediately, the beasts turn and look at the man, growling violently. The man stops, grabs his cape, and lifts it till his arm is parallel to the ground. I notice his left sleeve is empty, as he is missing an arm. The beasts then charge at this man, way faster than they did with me. I look back at the man, and what happens next confused me beyond reason. He was standing, but then blurred, appearing at the trunk of the tree. He lowered his arm, letting go of his cape as he turned back towards the beasts. They were frozen, then one by one, the split in half at the waste, blood spilling everywhere. I shriek, and the man's gaze turned to my direction. He blurred again, and was suddenly crouched right in front of me.
"We've been looking for you, Silber." He said in a low, calm voice. "You'll be a viable asset to the Himmel Agency." He grabbed my wrist and everything went black.