The Agent of the Moon
Chapter 7
"Where am I?" I ask myself. I look around, but all I see is darkness. I look up, and out of nowhere, the "sky" above my head lit up as a full moon appeared. I felt my jaw drop, astounded by the moon's beauty. Then, the atmosphere shifted and I don't hear, but feel the bass from a huge explosion. Confused, I look around, but see no signs of what's happening. All I see is blackness. I look up back to the moon just to see a good third of it crack and crumble away from itself. Fragments of the moon go everywhere, and I notice a few rather large chunks heading towards me. I instinctively raise my hands, attempting to shield my face. That's when I notice claws erupting from my hands; black, coarse fur growing from everywhere on my body. I scream in agony, feeling my bone structure re-shape itself, and my scream slowly turns into a roar of some beast.
"Silber!" A voice shouts, distantly calling to me. "Agent! Get up!" With that I hear commotion, a constant but fast beeping, and I feel hands on my shoulders. With that, I open my eyes to be blinded by white light.
"Where am I?" I mumble. I have a sense of déjà vu, feeling like I said that before, when I recall what happened. I start to frantically move, looking around to figure out where I am. I notice the beeping increase, and it hits me that I'm hearing my own heartbeat.
"Silber, you're fine, calm down!" I hear a familiar voice say. Looking over, I see Strauss with his hand on my shoulder. He looked different, his face showed slight signs of fear. But what are they afraid of? I thought. Me? I notice I'm strapped down tightly, and I begin to worry, thinking about the pain of becoming some beast.
"Why am I here?" I pant, my heart rate slowing down. "And why am I tied up?"
Without missing a beat, Strauss replied: "We installed health monitors in every agent's room, just in case something happened so we could get them medical attention. We were alerted by your system that something was going on, and we found you seizing in your bed. You're strapped down because we didn't want you to hurt yourself." He looks at me, and I can't determine what his expression is. Guilt? Pity? Why would he feel those things?
"Alright, well I'm better now, so could I go back to my room?" I mumble, not sure what else to say or do.
"Not just yet, we are still running diagnostics on you. We wouldn't want you to seize up while walking down the hallway, now would we?" His expression lightened, and I was shocked to see him express any emotions other than anger or indifference.
"I suppose so…" I trailed off as I suddenly felt drowsy.
I came to in my bed, wondering if what happened actually happened. Or if it was just a dream. I groan, then yawn as I stretch and get up. I instinctively check for my necklace, which was hanging around my neck, and look around my room. Everything looks like how it was when I fell asleep last night. I sigh and get on my feet, stretching some more. I get dressed in my uniform, black, black, and more black. Right after I put on my bandana, I hear a knock at my door. I open it to find Amber, and she hugs me out of nowhere. "Good morning Sunshine! Or moonlight." She laughs. Before I can reply, her smile fades and she points to the trash can in the corner of my room. "Is that blood?"
"Wait, what?" I turn around and hurry over to the trash can. I notice some blood on the side, and I suddenly wonder what's in there. "Well, here goes nothing." I open the trash can and a horrible smell emerged from it. After gagging a bit, I hear Amber scream. Looking inside, I see a pool of blood, and a severed head floating on top.