For "Art Fight" folks - this is the best way to know Moonchild!
(THE FIRST KILL IS GONE)
(HER TAKING A BREATH AFTER HER STORY IS GONE)
(GOING DOWN THE INSANE HALL IS GONE)
~ THE PAST ~ (1,453)
"The girl was the age of 26; she had a wife and two children and a dog. Lived in one of those rich neighborhoods but was the outcast, living off in the far corner where the only light that shown was from the moon and the dim porch lamp. It was summer, extremely hot so all their windows were open, even during the night; I knew that it would be easy to take her out - for the things she's done to her kids I didn't feel sorry for her at all and this would be an easy task. I remember walking into the backyard, saw the nice garden growing many different smelling flowers and some fruits, they had a small little dog house and I knew it was going to cause me trouble. Kneeling down as the dog came up to me, I let it sniffed my palm and gave it a bone - I couldn't kill the pup, I just didn't have it in me. Looking around I spotted the back window open and as I got closer there was no screen; I huffed while shaking my head in disbelief on how stupid and easy they were making this for me. I entered the house and looked around; the walls were this clean white, furniture was pitch black, and smooth wooden cabinets filled the kitchen and off into the hallway there were pictures from top to bottom of the family. I made this sound of disgust and quietly walked up to look at them, the first things my eyes landed on was their wedding photo; it was them on the beach with the sunset behind them and their children running around off to the left and their dog chasing after them on the right. It brought back some memories that I didn't enjoy and made the fire inside me get bigger and I wanted to find this lady quickly. I remember walking down the hall towards the stairs and from the corner of my eye I kept seeing photos of the children - so happy and playing with each other - but it never showed what really happened deep down in the minds of these kids. The pain and suffering they were receiving everyday from these people had to be brought to justice, even from a person like me. I remember it was supposed to be a simple get in, kill her, and then get out task; but things went south. As I made my way towards the girl's bedroom the floor behind the door creaked and the door opened making me face to face with her wife; I saw her mouth open to scream but nothing came out. I had in a quick swift movement sliced open her neck and watched the blood slowly stream out of the cut and down her chest, staining her clothing. I could feel the look of horror take its shape upon my face as I watched her slowly collapse to the ground, choking on nothing, most likely trying to gasp for that last breathe of air, something to help her live longer. I knew she'd fall in a matter of seconds so I carefully reached out and took ahold of her waist, slowly dropping her to the ground and watched the life escape her; I felt bad - and I don't know why - I knew that I couldn't let this death stop me - I couldn't let the weakness in. I closed her eyes and breathed in deeply; a small choking sound rang through my ears and my eyes widen in shock. I remember turning around and coming literally face to face with a small child. The kids bright green eyes stared back into mine and its face wasn't filled with sadness or horror, it was just pure blankness, no emotions. Then another face appeared behind the child and its eyes were a mix between blue and green; with another blank stare.
"Is the monster gone now?" One of them whispered and placed a hand on my shoulder in questioning.
"She killed the wrong one, I thought you said it was the other monster?"
I knew then exactly what the children had meant. Each parent was a monster to a different child, they both had their own scars. I looked back at the woman on the floor, the bleeding stopped from the wound and was just inches from where I squatted. I huffed and shook my head in quick tiny movements, my mind was racing with many thoughts and my eyes kept looking everywhere except the boys.
"Babe, when are you coming back -"
I remember hearing the one I was supposed to kill in front of me and I look up to see a look of surprise and horror mixed into one. She screamed this ear piercing scream and I flinched backwards, knocking into the kids to the floor.
"What have you done?!!" She yelled at me and flung herself onto me, kicking and trying to throw some punches in; it wasn't what I was used to. Most people who spotted me ended up running away and then ending up dead; but this one was willing to fight the one with the blades. I simply and quickly pushed her off, it was like she was and wasn't trying to avenge her wife's death. Everyone was screaming now, the kids were screaming because of all the action that was happening and the woman was screaming because she was either in shock or confusion.
"Enough." I whispered to myself over and over again, I reached my hand into my jacket and took ahold of one of my smaller blades. So much screaming going on that it all needed to stop already; turning around quickly I grab the boy with green eye and dig my blade into his throat, lessing the sound by only a little. His eyes widen and a small hand wrapped around my wrist, I looked down and saw the other kid looking up at me with a smile. Quickly I pulled the blade out and sliced the throat of the other kid, watching him fall to the ground. Now there wasn't any noise; the kids were gone, one of the woman was killed, and the other one - my main target - was cowering in the corner of the stairs. I remember getting up slowly and lifting my arms above my head in a huge stretch, I whipped the blood off the blade and placed it back into my jacket pocket, looking down at my watch it was just past 3am and my eyes were growing tired. I turned around slowly and smiled at the woman, "What's your name?" I called out and she just shook her head - "I asked you what your name was. Answer me!"
"Carrie." The woman whimpered and I sat down on the top of the steps staring down at her.
"Oh Carrie darling. Do you see what you caused? Your two wonderful kids are now dead and your stunning wife is also gone - you have left yourself all alone now. And for what? You getting the joyful feeling of abusing your kids... even though you weren't apparently the only one having fun. They were most likely going to get some type of revenge, just like I did with my parents - well - maybe not to the extreme that I went, but they got what was coming to them." I stopped and realized that I was getting into my past which was never supposed to be revealed.
"And now you've left me and a fork in the road. Shall I let you live and take care of the bodies for you, never telling a soul about what has happened here - or I could turn you over to the police and let you try and survive in prison - or I could end your misery right here right now, like I was supposed too. You know, none of this was meant to happen, I was just going to kill you and then get out, but then I found out they were being abused by both parents and it changed everything... for the better in my opinion." I glazed down at her and winked at her. I reached into my pocket and grabbed a one of my blades, going down to her I grabbed her wrist and sliced three markings into her arm. I threw it back at her and saw her read the 3 letters I craved into her skin - W, B, and G.
"Wife, Blue eyes and Green eyes. So you can remember the thought of the three lives that were taken because of you." And with that, I left her with the three bodies of her loved ones."
(HER IN THE FUTURE IS GONE)
~ THE PRESENT ~ (259)
"Marvelous Moon Child, simply a wonderful story!" Dr.Hue said as he walked up to me from behind, the hairs on my neck stood on end and I turned to smile at him. His black eyes shown clear as day with is pale white skin and black hair; he had something about him that made you want everything about him but also want to kill him slowly, make him your perfect kill ever.
"Dr.Hue." I cleared my throat and stood up, planting my hands behind my back as he held out his for mine.
"Smart, Child." He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes. Of course I was smart, if one of us took ahold of one of the teachers hands, especially his hand, we would be dead on the spot. He would send us into the room where the Insane eats their lunch and we would be dead in a few moments - it wouldn't be normal for any of us to shake someone's hand anyway, we were all supposed to be mad here.
"Alright everyone, I think we should go back -"
"No, no. Don't go back inside just for me." Dr.Hue said and waved his hands for everyone to sit down, "Please, Mjeseca Dijete, do tell us another story. One of your recent ones. Tell the one that got you in this place."
I watched as he sat down in my chair and nodded for me to go on; I looked at him and sighed, scratching the back of my neck I thought of were to possibly begin.
~ THE FUTURE ~ (303)
"Stranger, we need to go. Now!" I called out and ran as fast as my skinny legs could carry me, my hair was swaying from side to side, sometimes hitting my face and I felt little tiny water droplets hit my face. The ear piercing scream echoed throughout the tunnel and I cringed in agony as my ears bleed at little more; it was dark and the only light was from my dying flashlight and the small light shinning through at the end of the tunnel. I turned around and saw the shape of bodies running after me, I shinned my light quickly at one of them and saw a look of madness. Its face was torn apart, the parts were there wasn't any skin you could see rotten bones underneath, dry blood was stained around their mouths and once you looked into their eyes all you could see were black holes that looked like they were never ending. I turned back around and killed my legs trying to run away from them; I knew one was getting way to close for comfort and I reached into my jacket pocket. Wrapping my hands around one of my sparklers, I struck it against the wall and threw it behind me, the screams stopped and turned into cries as I heard a crash behind me. I looked back and saw the small bright flame block the paths of the bodies; I started to slow down as I got closer to the end of the tunnel. Coming to a brisk walk with Stranger panting beside me I shield my eyes as I got to the edge of the tunnel, I slowly looked out trying to get adjusted to the light.
"We made it, Stranger. Can you believe that?" I chuckled slightly to myself and looked out.
~ THE PAST ~ (2'869)
"I was sitting out on the front porch, couldn't sleep that night so I thought that fresh air would do me good. I didn't realize that I had stayed up all night until the light shown upon my face and made me squint. Mother and father were furious to find me out there, they told me that I could have gotten kidnapped or worse; little did they know what I could have done.
"Lets go Luna, I need to get your stupid ass to school now. Go wake your brother also, he can't miss is appointment again." My mother shouted at me and I rolled my eyes. I was the one who mainly got everything done, but they took all the credit and still had the courage to yell at me for the slightest slip ups. I never reached the breaking point though, whatever point that may be, I mean.. I've had a lot of [censored] done to me and said to me, but nothing as hurtful as what had happened that day.
"Get over here!" I heard someone yell, most likely my father, and then a loud cry of pain. I remember jumping from the porch swing and into the house to find my brother hanging over the edge of the stairs, my father gripping him from the neck.
"What did I tell you! Huh? I said to stay out of my way you retarded boy, I should have killed you when I had the chance, or at least thrown you out when you were a child." And with that he had dropped him and I shouted as I heard the crack of what seemed like a thousand bones breaking in slow motion.
"Danny!" I cried and raced towards the stairs wanting to help him. I remember that my mother held me back as I watched my father slowly make his way down the stairs and kicked Danny the rest of the way, making him land at my feet. I watched as he groaned and tried to roll away but my father kept him between his feet.
"Leave him alone!" I growled out while trying to push my mother away from me. It hurt me so much that my parents never knew that Danny wasn't my brother, he was the guy who was there for me when I needed him the most. They were so drunk the night my brother died, they haven't even noticed. Danny wanted to be near me always and in any way possible - he thought since he went through this with me that he understood all parts.
"Father leave him be!" I wasn't pleading - not now. I wouldn't show weakness to these fools. I would rather die then plead. I watched as my father bent down and picked him up by the shoulders making him groan out in pain.
"He's worthless Luna. Nothing. He's finished." My father spoke proudly of his accomplishment and held him up like he was a prize. And he was; at least to my family Danny was nothing; a useless human being who didn't want to blow his cover with me. But I swore to myself the day I let him in I would die trying to protect him from harm.
"Don't!" My mothers' cry snapped me back and I watched my father plunge a rusty blade deep into Danny's stomach. Something broke inside and I screamed with rage as I pushed my mother against the wall, smashing the mirror and I reached into my jacket pocket for the dagger that I had killed my first victim with. Gripping the handle I stormed over to my father and sliced across his chest. His white shirt was beginning to be stained with blood and he let go of Danny's shoulders and the blade; he had raised his hand to his chest and looked at me with narrowed eyes. I sliced the blade again and again over his body, blood was slowly streaming out of the cuts and dripped over his hands that tried to stop the bleeding. His face turned from anger to horror of the realization of what was happening, and I could faintly hear my mother sobbing behind me, probably to frighten to do anything. I had finally cracked and I didn't feel any sympathy for them, all I wanted to do was get Danny out of there and go... anywhere but here. I flipped the dagger around in my hand and watched my father fall to the floor, first landing on his knees and then his hands, not trying to stop the bleeding anymore. I kicked him over to his side and climbed on top of him, sitting on his chest I grabbed his hair and pulled his head so he was staring at me.
"You should have listen to me. Why wouldn't you listen to me!" I yelled in his face and banged his head against the floor, "You should have listened you fool! None of this would have happened if you just left him alone! God you are such a worthless father, you bastard!" I snarled and slammed his head over and over again against the wooden flooring. My mother was breaking down behind me and it was getting so annoying, rolling my eyes I snapped my head towards her and watched her crouch back towards the wall, trying to avoid my stare.
"Could you shut up?!" I called out to her and she nodded, but still sobbed her eyes out. I looked back down to my father, there was a small pool of blood forming behind his head and I could tell he was going in and out of consciousness. I raised my blade slowly towards his neck and pushed down a little, making tiny little dots of blood swell up.
"Luna?" I heard a softly whimper and it made me look up and yet still push the blade harder against the soft skin. I saw Danny slowly make his way to his knees, I looked down at where the blade my father stabbed him with but nothing was there. At that sight, it made me drop my dagger and quickly rush over to him.
"You ass." I hissed at him as he pulled his shirt up and I saw the vest I gave him months ago. It had protected me from so many deaths, that I knew he would need it more then I would.
"You're killing without me?" He asked while raising his eyebrow with a blank expression.
"You can have mother." I said and looked up to where she was at and yet all I saw were broken glass pieces on the floor covered in blood. I groaned in annoyance and stood up quickly looking around I hear small shuffling noises from upstairs.
"Find her." I hissed out and grabbed my blade from my father and swiftly sliced his throat, "You haven't suffered as much as I wanted you to, but I have another killing to attend." I whispered next to his ear and straightened upwards, cleaning off my dagger on my jeans and nodded towards the stairs.
"Oooh Moother." I sang out and hurried Danny along up the stairs and looked around the hallway, all doors except her own room were open and I huffed to myself.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." Danny sang softly in my ear and I chuckled quietly, coming up to her bedroom door.
"You shouldn't have ran mother. That just made me kill your husband faster and I wanted to watch him suffer and plead out. Now Danny will have to do that for me." I paused and heard a soft whimper, "Bummer." I watched Danny push open the doors and a loud bang rang out and I yelped. I looked down and saw my sleeve turn red and a sharp pain raced up my arm, wincing I look up and saw my mother's face with horror and determination while she planted her feet to the ground and aimed at us again.
"Really mother? You stooped so low that you went crazy, cursed at your own children, killed your own husband and shot at your own daughter. What would the police think of that?" I asked casually and sat down on the bed.
"That's true." Danny spoke and sat next to me. "Having two teenage witnesses confirm you did all of this and even tried to kill yourself by committing suicide. I wouldn't blame you though - I wouldn't want life in a maximum security prison either. But hey! Maybe they'll give you a death sentence - then you wouldn't have to wait as long. But those are just possibilities if you survive what were about to do to you."
I turned to my mother just in time to see the realization struck her face and aim the gun to herself. Something flew across my head and I heard the drop of the gun.
"You're not getting out of this that quickly." Danny growled and went over to get the dagger that was sticking out of mothers' shoulder. Chills went up my spine and I froze, looking directly towards Danny I saw that he has froze also and slowly turned his head looking at me.
"We have to get out of here. Danny!" I yelled out and darted from the bed, heading out towards the hallway and stopped at the foot of the stairs. I see him still standing there, he had turned back to mother but didn't move. "Leave her!"
"We can't, she'll tell. We must finish her!" He screamed back at me and I could tell his was debating weather to finish it or not.
"Please, I won't tell anyone! Please don't kill me!"
"Danny! I'm leaving!" I yelled out and I glanced back once more; mother was now on the floor again cowering in the corner, and Danny was still standing there. Quickly turning back, I raced down the stairs, my heart was beating faster and faster with every second I was still in the house; I had reached the front door when I heard the slam of a door. It had all become to real now. I let all the noise in now and I hear the high pitch sirens outside and yelling, looking out the side window I see officers starting to gather together and talking to one another. I can feel myself start to panic, turning around I went to race towards the back door but I head a body instead.
"What the hell -" I cut myself off with a sharp breath intake and my hands immediately go to my side. I can feel the same stuff that I've felt when I cut my victims throats open and I look down to see the knife I once used to cut my fathers throat open now sticking inside of me. I look up to see the face of the boy I loved and I opened my mouth to speak.
"Shhh." Danny whispered to me calmly and put his hand on my face, "I'm so sorry my love."
He dug the knife deeper and I gasped out. I felt him pull it out and I collapsed onto the floor, holding my side as much as I could. My vision started to get blurry, I heard him take a sharp breath and he collapsed just feet away from me.
"Help!" I heard him scream once and the door crashed inwards with swat team rushing in. I looked up at the stairs and saw a figure standing on the top looking down upon the scene that was folding out - it was mother. There were bright lights everywhere and so much noise I squeezed my eyes shut and huddled myself together.
"Put the gun down!!"
"Drop the weapon!"
I heard the same two sentences being yelled out over and over again. My vision is barely bearable, I can feel my heart beat slow down and I'm gasping for air. I see a shape in front of my face and then a soft hand is placed on my cheek. I shakenly sigh and then black out.
I can't see, I need to open my eyes but what will I see, I don't wanna know. I'm so tired. Stirring around I feel something around my wrists and the jingle of chains I realized I'm handcuffed. "Oh god." I whisper to myself and finally open my eyes. I blink a few times and adjust to the bright light that's shinning down on me. I'm in a hospital, just a regular hospital. I have machines hooked up to me and that's what is making that annoying beeping sound. I look out towards the window and I can see a group of doctors and officers talking; I'm going to assume it's about me. And then it hits me.
"Danny!!" I screamed out and looked around quickly. He wasn't there. What if he died? He stabbed himself.... and he stabbed me.
"Danny!!" I called out again and started to tug at the handcuffs. I heard the door open and voices talking all at once. I turn my head one last time and begin to forum his name, but everything becomes foggy again, and it goes dark.
I groan and slowly blink open my eyes, I can tell that I'm still under something as everything I see is fuzzy. It feels like I have the biggest headache in the world, all I can see is some nurse checking up on me, but I can tell that she wasn't aware that I'm awake. Groaning one more time and trying to relax my muscles as much as I could, I go back under into darkness.
I'm aware that I go in and out of consciousness many times, because each time I see someone different. I never saw the same person twice, weather it was an office, doctor or nurse, I didn't think they could stand to see me over and over again. Each time I yell Danny's name, I needed him there with me, but I got no answer if we was alive or not.
Groaning, my eyes open and pain shoots through my side, reaching my hand down I feel bandages wrapped around my body. I roll my head to the left and close my eyes a little.
"Love?"
I hear a voice and I immediately take a deep breath, slowly turning my head to the right I see the most beautiful sight I've seen in a long time. It was Danny. I wanted to lift up my hand and touch him, but I knew I was still handcuffed. I did it anyways and I touched him.... I wasn't handcuffed and I felt his rough skin where cuts had once been. I watched as he reached up to something behind me, when I tried to turn to see what he was doing, he put his hand on my cheek. I could feel it again, and I didn't want to go, I didn't want to stop seeing his face.
"Luna, my sweet love." He whispered to me, "We shall meet again, soon, I'm hoping. Just remember... trust no one. And remember everything I've ever taught you."
I was losing him, I tried to speak but I couldn't. Everything was going numbed, it was starting to get dark again, and I hated it. The last thing I ever heard him say to me was, "Waterfall." And I was out.
I woke up and I wasn't in the hospital anymore. There wasn't the voices of random people coming in and out of my room, there wasn't the annoying beeping of the machines that were hooked up to me, there was just complete silence. I was in a white room, everything was white from the walls to the... well, to the dress I was wearing. I looked around and there was only a mirror in the room, getting up from the bed I was placed on, and walked over to it. I've never truly looked at myself and what I saw was a person that went through some [censored]. My hair was in this side ponytail and I had it dyed it red on the other side with it shaved a little. Scars covered my arms and I knew if I had lifted up my dress, scars would cover my stomach also. The one thing I didn't was see was my face, I couldn't even get the courage to look at what has happened to me, even though I kill people. Yet, I did it anyways. I looked up and the first thing my eyes landed on was the scars that crosses from the top of my eyes to the bottom. It would be a sight no one ever thought they would come across, but then they see me, as a monster. I turn away and look everywhere but the mirror. I need to find out where I am, as soon as I turn to look around, the sound of a door opening echoes throughout the room and I see a man. All I saw was his black eyes and nothing else, when he spoke, it was this deep manly voice.
"Welcome, Mjeseca Dijete, to the asylum."