"What's wrong with you?"
Scarlet wasted no time in chastising the man before she rushed to her grand-mėre's aid.
Scarlet knew that Wolf was at a loss of words, standing frozen in place. She felt him watch the back of her retreating form to help her grand-mėre stand.
Slowly but surely, her grand-mėre was on her own two feet, red as the tomatoes Scarlet would make at the farm. At their farm.
God, how she missed that farm. If it wasn't for those earthens who just wanted a reason to get rid of her grand-mėre because of her craziness, they would be back in France. Not here on Luna.
Sure, Michelle Benoit had some high points and low points. But didn't everyone? No one really liked Michelle back at home because she was viewed as a crazy woman because of it. And once they could get their hands on the only piece of evidence they had to confirm she had something to do with a Lunar, they turned her in. On earth, Lunars were widely feared, and it was illegal for Lunars to use their unnatural gifts. Of course, you have those who intentionally break the rule as a rebellious act, in which they would get thrown in jail. Even the death sentence. You have those who get caught practicing it regardless if it was on themselves or to another Lunar. But then you had those that showed signs of not only a bit of craziness like Scarlet's grand-mėre, but severe cases of manipulating an earthen. Or, cases where Lunars did not use their gift at all, causing them to go insane. Some could hide it while others simply could not. That was when you were recruited to Artemisia Asylum on Luna, somewhere far worse than a prison or a jail or a death sentence.
Once Scarlet felt her grand-mėre could stand upright, she looked back up at him. Glaring.
From the corner of her eye, she could see her grand-mėre glare at him too.
This only made him more uncomfortable, which was a mission accomplished for them.
He swallowed his spit, Scarlet could see his Adam's apple bobbing up then down. "I'm-I'm-" his voice was quiet and timid.
"I don't want to hear it!" Michelle Benoit yelled, suddenly loosening from her granddaughter's grip. She started jabbing her index finger toward his face.
The man grew more uncomfortable, more scared. Scarlet never saw this emotion plastered on any of their faces before. Them, as in the wolf pack. For a second, Scarlet thought he was using his Lunar gift to make people feel sympathy towards him. But that was nearly impossible to do in this place. Besides, he could've easily controlled any one of their thoughts minutes ago, and the wolf packs' Lunar gift were their sharp, ginormous fangs. Their hideous and devious smiles. Their hungry eyes.
Scarlet had an epiphany. This man was not like the others. Not like the ones who could cave into their animalistic desires anytime of the day, who would be prideful in partaking these types of disgusting events, who would instill fear in others without a second thought or a pot for the piss, who would act like the heathens that they were turned into. No, just like how this man's body was structured to replicate a wolf, his human emotions still deemed him as a man. A man who seemed broken and wanted out.
The cause of his frightened eyes was not her grand-mėre throwing insignificant punches at his already genetically modified body for retribution. It was his ego that was withering away second by second, as tainted as it already was. It withered away like a feather, but his body stood as stiff as a board. Amidst the cheering crowd in favor of a peer as weak as them defying against another peer of theirs as strong as him, his eyes screamed pain. They screamed help. That he was not their enemy, it was the woman who currently resided on the other side of the building that was their enemy. He was merely a pawn to her game, used as a weapon.
And he was looking straight at Scarlet.
Scarlet felt his green, sorrowful eyes turn towards her. She suddenly felt like she was in a trance, one that sympathized with him. Except, her self-conscious was still there and preserved, not violated.
For the first time in forever, maybe even ever, Scarlet brought herself to voice out her opinion towards her grand-mėre. She could not stand behind her on this. On her easily hot temper that ignited a fire when aroused from a small spark, on her act-first-think-later strong impulse and motto. These things she sadly inherited from her strong-willed grand-mėre herself. She used to think that it was a good thing, or even if it wasn't, it was acceptable. Because it was their way of coping with things that people should just get used to. But she was starting to realize that this notion was wrong. Especially cooped up in this asylum, it was dangerous. Miles and miles away from home, where people knew the fiery Michelle Benoit and her tough granddaughter. People kind of knew her here, but Scarlet could bet money that if it wasn't for anyone other than Wolf from the pack she tried doing this with, she'd stand no chance. She would get shown no mercy. She probably would have been eaten alive.
Scarlet shivered at the thought.
"No, grand-mėre," Scarlet demanded. She tugged on her arms, pulling her away from him. Half of the audience booed at the sight. But Scarlet only awaited her grand-mėre's narrowed and furious eyes turn to disappointment at her. To question her, maybe even show show a hint of betrayal. They indeed did once her grand-mėre's gaze flickered towards her, but before she could comment or refute anything back, the doors of the asylum opened, jolting the audience and Scarlet herself.
It was Sybil Mira.
She always stood with an authoritative posture, daring anyone to cross her. Which no one would, because she was Levana's right hand woman.
"Come and welcome our newest patient."
OOoooooh, things just got real! I've decided to update all my stories this week because on my tumblr (which is alunarnamednia) I reached 200 followers! Special thanks to amazing author CkSwctWj for giving me more insight and ideas on this story, I appreciate it a lot! I might update the Rampion Boyz tonight or some other day this week, I promise! Life's been kind of hectic these past few weeks and I've had writer's block.