Blood is a strange color. It's a mix of red and black, that never seems to wash out and turns the color of rust when it dries. The color that now stains my hands. I slowly rise up, gravel shifting under my boots. I don't care that blood cakes my jeans and black paramore shirt. I think numbly that this was my favorite shirt, but I don't care about that now.
I don't care about anything. I step out of the alley, the wind blowing my hair clean off my shoulders. Above me, the sky churns, dark clouds swirling together. As I lift my hand up, fingers shaking, the sky erupts into a blanket of lightning.
My name is Luna Inferna.
I used to be human.
Now I have a job to do.
You may be wondering how I came to be like this.
Here's my story.
Sunlight streamed through the baby blue curtains covering my window, waking me seconds before the alarm. 'Girlfriend' By Avril Lavigne blasts out of the speakers, the lock screen of the phone asking me if I wanted to snooze. "Well, duh." I muttered, turning it off. I know what you're probably thinking. Lucky her. She gets up really easily. Ah, no. This is just a good day. I hope. I pull on jeans, my black converse, and a blue t-shirt telling anyone looking to not hate, appreciate. I ran a brush through my wavy blond hair, muttering "Ow" every five seconds. After brushing my teeth, adding silver eyeshadow, mascara, and eyeliner to my eyes, and adding some of those EOS thingies-I know what you're probably thinking. We don't want to hear about all if your makeup, Luna. Well, I'm proud of it.
So deal.
I bolt Down the stairs, my footfalls equalling rhinos'. "Luna! It's 3 in the morning! Some of us are trying to sleep!" Yelled my brother Dan from the kitchen table. I ruffled his hair the way I knew he hated.
"Actually, it's 7:00."
"F**k."
"Yeah, pretty much."
He reached out to ruffle my hair, but I caught his wrist. "Uh, no. Touch my hair and I'll murder you."
He took his arm back."Gruesomely?"
"Of course."
He nodded. "Got it."
"Whatever. Just get your ass out the door before dad gets up."
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The leaves skittered across the side walk, and I pulled my black leather jacket closer around my body. The wind blew the hair back from my face, stinging my exposed cheeks. The weather was it's usual drab self. London wasn't exactly known for its good weather. I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the footsteps behind me.
But I did notice the needle that was injected into my neck, and the syringe that was pressed down.
I did notice dropping into someones cold arms.
I did notice Someone say "Now aren't you a pretty one?"
I didn't know anything after that though.
Muahahahah! ~Mermaid12108
