Moon's P.O.V.
"I am so sorry!" I say, helping the boy up. He looks at me and pauses.
"Don't be." he says in a dream-like voice. "What's your name?"
"I don't really know." I say.
"You don't know your own name?" he asks, surprised.
"All I have is this dog tag." I say, holding it up. "All it says is 'Moon.'"
"Hmm. You must have amnesia or something." he says, looking at me with a concerned look. He shakes it off. "I'm going to call you Austin." he says.
Austin Moon. It has a nice ring to it.
He holds out his hand. "I'm Dallas." he says. I just look at him.
"Oh. Do you not know how to shake hands? Wow. You must've hit your head really hard." he says. "Here. I'll show you." He takes my hand in his. It feels incredibly soft. I didn't know people could have such soft hands.
"There." he says. I must've been so lost in thought I missed what happened. "Say, do you remember where you live?"
"No. Not at all." I say. This wasn't a lie though. I don't know how far I flew to get here, and, when I landed on Dallas, I lost track of what direction I'd come from. Not that I'd want to go back.
"Come with me." he says, starting to walk. "I'm sure my parents will let you stay with us until you get you're memory back." I decide to follow him.
Dallas's P.O.V.
I knew this boy was special. It's like God sent me an angel. First of all, he was gorgeous, just like angels are. Second, he fell from the sky. If that isn't an angel, I don't know what is.
We'd been walking for a wile in total silence.
"So you don't remember anything at all?" I ask.
"I didn't know much in the first place." he says. "But I do know that I really like you" I blush at this.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"You're really attractive." he says.
"What?" I say, stopping from the surprise. "Dude, that's not the kind of thing you just come out and say." He stops and looks at me.
"Really?" he says, tilting his head to the left. "I must've forgotten that too." he says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"It's okay." I say. "I feel the same way about you." As I say this I step in front of him. I take the opportunity and lean in to kiss him. He doesn't stop me and our lips meet. Even his lips felt like those of an angel. After a few seconds of savoring his soft lips I pull away.
"That was great." he said softly.
"And I see a lot more in your future." I say, stroking his cheek.
His eyes widen. "Can you see the future?" he asks.
"No. I just really like you and I think you're the best looking guy I've ever seen." This time, he blushes. I take his hand in mine. We continue to walk back to my house.
Lester's P.O.V.
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, CEO of the Carroll corporation, called me into his office.
"You wanted to see me sir?" I ask.
"Yes. Take a seat Lester." he says, his chair still facing away from me. I sit down.
"What did you want to see me for sir?" I ask.
"I want you to take a look at something." he says, turning himself and a computer screen towaards me.
The monitor shows a video of Moon from last night. He suddenly concentrates energy and blasts a hole in the wall, then flys out the hole.
"Now," he says. "Can you tell me… HOW YOU COULD LET THIS HAPPEN?!" he yells, standing up.
"I don't know." I say defensively. "I didn't even know he could do that."
"Hmm. I see." he says, sitting back down. "Well, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. I'm also putting you in charge of Sun. If Sun can bring Moon back, I won't fire you." He turns his chair back to facing the window behind him. "If they can't, however, you will be disposed of and I'll send the rest of the creations after him, and I assure you, if they catch him, your precious creation won't be coming back in one piece."
"Of course, sir. I promise you will not be disappointed." I say standing up.
"I'll hold you to that. Now get out of my office." he says, waving me off.
"Yes, sir." I say as I walk out. "I'll get to work on that right away."
Moon's P.O.V.
I felt like such an idiot. Apparently, telling someone that you find them attractive isn't something you just do, but they didn't teach us that at The Rabbit Hole.
Dallas's mother was a very kind woman. Even though she had no idea who or what I was, she still let me stay in her house. It was probably because I seem like I can't remember anything.
I wake up the next morning in Dallas's guest room. Dallas was nice enough to lend me some of his clothes. I put some on and sit on the bed. Soon, Dallas opens the door. He sees me sitting on the bed and looks confused.
"Why are you just sitting there? Come downstairs for some breakfast. Mom's making pancakes." he says.
Pancakes. That's something I know. I follow him out of the room. He takes me to their kitchen where his mom and dad are sitting at a table. There's a plate in the middle of the table that's stacked with pancakes. I smile.
"You can sit next to me." Dallas says, pulling a chair over for me. I sit next to him. "Help yourself to some pancakes." he says.
I take my fork and get three pancakes off the plate in the middle. Something's strange about these pancakes, though. They have dark spots in them.
"What are those dark spots?" I ask.
"You really hit your head hard." Dallas's mom says. "Those are chocolate chips."
"Chocolate?" I'm even more confused than before.
"Just try them." Dallas says, putting his hand on mine.
I do. They're even more delicious than normal pancakes. I devour them.
"You really like your pancakes, don't you?" Dallas says to me.
"They're the one thing I do remember. I've never had ones like this before." I say.
"Would you look at the time." Dallas's dad says. "We've got to get to work boys. We'll see you this evening." They both get up and walk to the door.
Once they're gone, Dallas finishes his pancakes. He picks up his plate and cup and starts walking to the sink, but he trips. Not wanting him to get hurt, and not thinking too clearly at that point, I catch him with my powers.
Dallas, his plate and his cup are all floating in midair. He turns his head to me and sees my arm stretched towards him.
"Are you doing this?" he asks, a little scared.
"I can explain!" I say quickly.
"Please do." he says. "But can you put me down first?" I nod, stand him up, and put his plate and cup in the sink.
"Ok. What's going on?" he asks.
"I'm not a normal human." I say. "I'm a genetic experiment with telekinetic abilities. I was created to be a soldier, but I don't want to hurt anyone, so I ran away. I flew to where we met last night, only I didn't mean to land where I did. I meant to land in between two buildings so I wouldn't be seen, but a gust of wind blew me off course and I landed on you, but I'm glad I did, though."
"So, that's why you've been acting like you have no idea what's going on. You don't know any better." I nod. He frowns. "They're probably going to come after you soon, you know." he said.
"Yeah. I know, but we probably have some time. I want to enjoy myself before they come after me." I say. "Can you help me?"
"Of course. What do you want to do?" he asks. I get up and go over to him.
"I'd love to get to know you more." I say, taking his hand. He blushes.
"Okay. How about we go hang out at the pier today?" he says.
"Pier? What's that?" I ask.
"C'mon! I'll show you." he says, dragging me out the door.