"Alright, end it, it's not working," Pop-pop's voice shot up. My eyes opened, and I wasn't in the car. I couldn't feel my body. My mouth wouldn't open nor would it shut. Everything is black. There is nothing in front of me. "You are a tough one, I must say that," I felt a hand behind my head. "Stop the spell," The voice said. Pop-pop's voice turned into Captain Anderson's voice. The hand behind my head pulled away and I felt fabric being taken off my head roughly. I'm chained to the ceiling again. In that same basement. My uniform is bloody. There's blood pooling on the floor. Suddenly, as if anesthesia was lifted in a flash, I felt my whole body and the pain came kicking. My arms were chained to the ceiling, stretching my body painfully, I felt the gaping wound on my abdomen from the gunshot wounds, but I couldn't feel any pain from the shot to my face. "You must be very confused," Captain Anderson snickered, he pulled my hair up and he sat his left hand on my face. "You're wondering what's real and what is not, is' that right?" I spat on his face, and he laughed. "I only shot you in the guts, don't worry, we still want you alive," He said as he took out a bottle filled with blood.

"Connor, we should start now," Doctor Sharp, was it? Anderson let go, and I coughed. He looked at me, and he smiled warmly. "You should be proud of yourself Luna, you're going to bring a lot of joy to this world, our Lord Cladis," He grabbed the bottle of blood and forced my mouth open. I couldn't even struggle as he poured the entire content of the bottle into my mouth. "You're the savior of the human race Luna,"

"Exactly," Anderson chipped in. He got in front of me and looked down at me. "Doc, change her bandages, I don't want to step on Holy blood before Acknowledgement." That's it. I'm fucked. I looked down to the floor and I laughed. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing really," I replied. The pain is still throbbing. "I'm just disappointed,"

"Are you now?"

"Of course, I got fucked over by a deranged lunatic that believes in a pagan God named after an adjective that meant calamity,"

"You know Latin huh?" He smiled. "In a different world, where the world isn't as wrapped in chaos as ours, we would've been great friends," He tapped my forehead. "Speaking of great friends, Greg is here. Let me get him," He said.

"Connor, wait, wait! Are you sure you're going to bring him here?"

"Yes,"

"What if she decides to break free again? We are severely underhanded here!"

"It doesn't matter, He already spoke to me,"

"I hope you know what you're doing,"

Anderson got up the stairs, Doctor Sharp sighed, walked over to me, and changed my bandage. I didn't care anymore. This is a fight I cannot win. The Doctor got up, and he looked at me. "Cheer up, Sam will bring you some ice cream later," He said. "Do you want anything?" He asked. I chuckled.

"Let me out of this place and turn yourself in,"

"You're a funny one," He smiled. "Lord Cladis favors you," He said as he pulled the winch, I'm now on my feet. Lower, and the chains had enough slack for me to sit down. "This will help with the pain," He said as he injected something into my abdomen. "Morphine, it's an old syrette, but it works," He smiled.

And he's gone. I could feel the chains keeping me here wrapped around my arms. Tight, but at least I can sit now. I can't get out of this. I sighed. I couldn't even try to struggle. "I'm not a hero, I'm a nobody," I cried out. Just as I hung my head low, I heard Greg's grunts. I looked up and I saw him fall down the stairs. "Greg?" I asked. Captain Anderson isn't a friend, et tu Greg? The moment Greg landed, the basement door closed.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I'M GETTING YOU FOR THIS CONNOR! YOU FUCKING SNAKE!" Greg yelled as he stood up. His hands are cuffed behind his back. "FUCK YOU!" He screamed. Agony, not anger.

"Greg?" I asked again.

"Luna?!" He asked. "Luna, where the fuck are you?" he turned to my direction. I saw his face. His eyes were gone.

"Just follow my voice!" I shouted as loud as I could.

"Luna, fuck, you're alive! Shit, fuck!" He smiled as he walked towards me. He came to me and hit me with his body, I yelped in pain. "Fuck, are you okay?!"

"I'm alright," I gasped. "What happened to you?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

"That asshole tased me in the car and scooped my eyes out with a spoon."

"What the fuck?! How are you still calm?"

"I don't know," He laughed. He dropped down on the floor and sat down. "There is the end right?" He asked me with a smile. I knelt down, my arms pulled up, but it was much better than standing. I hung my head low.

"Yeah," I said. I'm going to die.

"It was nice, being your friend," Greg said.

"Likewise," I replied. I looked at his face, and I saw him smiling as blood and tears flowed down his eye sockets. "We're fucking dead aren't we?" Just as those words came out of his mouth, that little girl with the large knitting needles in her eyes came down the stairs. I stood up. "Luna who the fuck came downstairs?!"

"You can hear her?" I asked. The girl walked closer.

"Of course, I can hear, I'm blind, not deaf!" He said. "Who the fuck is there?!"

"I can't see! Help me!" The girl cried.

"What the fuck?!" Greg cussed as he stood up. The girl knelt on the floor. More footsteps walked down the stairs. All of them begging for help. Greg retreated back and stuck to me. "Luna, tell me what the fuck is going on!"

"Ghosts..." I said.

"Help us..." they all said in unison. Two headless ghosts came to the front, they had police uniforms. They walked to my back and unlocked my cuffs. I fell to the ground. "Help us..." They said again. Then the girl from that house came, crying. She stood in front of me and she opened her mouth. She raised her right hand and she took out a key from her bloodied mouth. She placed it in front of me and she pointed at the stairs. The rest of them too. It was a handcuff key, I grabbed the bloodied key and I unlocked the cuffs on Greg.

The ghost girl with the needles for eyes looked at me, and she hugged me tight. I could feel my ribs cracking. She let me go, and I felt something in my shirt pocket. I slid my hand inside and took out a small USB drive, marked "Cladis" in black marker. "What's this?" I asked.

"Proof," They all said in unison.

"Thank you," I said. The ghosts opened a path. I stood up"Greg get up!" I said. Greg stood up. "Thank you," The two of us walked along the opened path and we climbed up the stairs. I turned my head around and I saw them all facing us. "Get ready to run," I said. Greg nodded. I twisted the door knob and we both ran out. We turned to our left and ran out the back doors. I could hear them scramble behind us. I can't see 10 feet in front of me, the night is darker than usual. Greg is in front of me, despite being blind now, he managed to run faster. Thanks to the Doctor, I could run. Doesn't help that I'm bleeding again now. Then I saw it, lights, white and red lights flashing, the sound of cars passing by, a road. "Greg wait!" I whispered loudly at him. "There's a road." I grabbed his arm.

We got out of the woods, and we both got on the road. A car came and stopped in front of us. "Luna?" It was Pop-pop. No. How am I supposed to know this is not them fucking with my brains again. "Luna, oh God!"

"STOP!" I shouted, Pop-pop stood back. "How am I supposed to know that you're not just a figment of my fucking imagination?!" I cried. I clenched my fists and I stared into his eyes. "ARE YOU OR ARE YOU NOT MY POP-POP?!"

"Luna, who's there?" Greg asked. "Luna, is it friend or foe?"

"I don't know," I couldn't stop crying.

"Luna..." Pop-pop came closer.

"STOP!" He didn't listen. He ran up to me, that old man. He hugged me tight. "LET GO! LET GO OF ME!"

"Luna, stop! Stop it! Luna, it is me, Luna!" I couldn't stop crying. "How do you know that it is me? Luna, no matter what you do, no matter what happened, you will always be my little girl,"

"Pop-pop..." I hugged him back. Then I pushed him. I can't waste time. "POP-POP PHONE! NOW!" I yelped as I pointed at the car. I grabbed Greg's arm and I pulled him to the backseat. I threw him in the car and I got in the passenger's seat. Pop-pop got in the driver's seat, he passed me his phone and I dialed the department's reception. "John answered the phone.

"Royal Woods Police Department, how can we be of service-" I cut him off.

"JOHN! IT'S LUNA! GET ME THE FBI RIGHT NOW!"

"Fuck! Luna, are you alright?! We've been worried sick!"

"JUST GET THE FUCKING FBI! CAPTAIN ANDERSON IS ONE OF THE STARMANS!"

"Jesus fuck... That can't be true, Luna, you can't joke about these kinds of things-"

"HAVE I KNOWN TO JOKE AROUND YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?! GET THE FUCKING FBI, PUT OUT AN APB ON THE FUCKER!"

"Fuck it, I'll get the FBI, you better have proof!" I took out the USB drive, and I clenched it in my fist.

"I have them,"

We arrived at the station and I saw the FBI cars still there. I got out of the car and I ran inside. "JOHN!" I saw John at the front desk. He stood up. "Where the fuck is the FBI?!" I asked him loudly.

"Inside!" He pointed to the office. I got in, I was starting to feel lightheaded. I saw the suits. I ran up to them and I grabbed one of their shoulders.

"Sir, take this, it's related to the Starman-" The morphine wasn't enough I suppose. I fell down to my knees. "Do not trust Captain Anderson..." I said.