The Day The Moon Turned Black

Chapter 4

A.N Okay so this is chapter four, I hope you enjoy, chapter five is coming soon, its a long one so it may take a while - Colours

I awoke to light streaming through the window, well if you could call it a window; it was more of just a square that had been seemingly cut out of bits of branch and twig. I yawned, sitting up and stretching. The bones in my backed cracked as I did so. I stood, trying to get rid of the stiffness that had accumulates in my joints after sleeping on wood every night. There was a quiet and rather lonely sound of a single bird singing. I smiled softly to myself, it was rare to hear a bird so, so far my morning was going pretty well. I paused to think about how long it would stay that way. I don’t think you want to hear the rather dismal answer.

I changed into my clothes, grabbed my bag after stuffing my blanket and a spare in there and headed into my kitchen, well a poor attempt at a kitchen. Okay, so the weird thing about this war was that fish began to thrive and when I say thrive, I mean it! The fish have a higher population than we do, it’s about a million to one, and I'm not exaggerating. The only problem with this is that we end up having fish for most of our meals and there is only so many ways you can cook fish but there a many breeds so we live with it, and let me tell you, it’s a good thing I like fish or I would have died out long ago.

I grabbed some salted fish from the ‘pantry’ and packed it in my bag. It would only last for a few days at most so I'm hoping I'll be able to find something out there. I'm guessing that it's a rather long walk to the Magnatite camp but obviously, I'm not one hundred percent sure how far because no one has ever left camp, much less walked all the way to the Magnatites camp, but hey, it's an adventure!

I let out a rather loud yawn causing my jaw to click. I decided to grab some matches and some candles so if I couldn’t build a fire I would have some source of light. I took a last look around the room before heading out the door. I couldn’t keep Jake Trope waiting now could I? He might just kill me.

Everyone was just beginning to stir, well when you don’t have curtains; you get up when the sun does, end of. Apart from the one bird that was still singing, it was too quite. Some may say it was peaceful, me, I, would say it was eerie quiet. Don’t judge. I've been trained to expect the unexpected.

I arrived at HQ fairly quickly as it was only a short distance away. Now that I think about it, our camp in general was very small, and we're never allowed out, it makes me wonder how the rest of the world is coping with the mass destruction that was the war. I ran up the stairs, I hated walking up them and when I ran, I always ran on the tips of my toes. I know, I'm weird, it’s a gift. I rapped on the door, quick and sharp before walking in.

“CJ-8” he greeted. I gave him a fleeting smile as I sat down at the same table as yesterday. The chair was still warm; someone had been sat here recently, but who? Who else is up and in HQ before the sun had properly risen?

“I see you're all packed” he stated obviously. I decided then and there that I hated all forms of small talk from the man in front of me. He should be banned for attempting….no thinking about small talk. He was horrible at it. He was also hiding something from me. Something big.

“What's wrong Jake?” I asked with a huff, I loathed people who danced around the shards of glass that were the problems at hand, it really, deeply irked me. Why? I don’t know, still trying to figure that one out actually, as soon as I have an answer, I'll let you know.

“Nothing, it's simply just that fact that it is hard to assassinate trained spies without meeting the same fate yourself” He informed me. Yep, definitely something big, and I did not like where it was heading, not one bit.

“So, I thought it would be best if you were sent out with a partner” He continued. Yet another reason why I hated Jake Christopher Trope.

“No” I replied instantly, my voice stern and harsh as I don’t bother to hide how annoyed I am with his suggestion. He can take it and shove it where the sun don’t shine. Just then, the door opened and in sauntered someone I had never seen before, and trust me I know every inch of this camp (I have a lot of down time) so this is weird. He had a cocky smirk, light hair that was a mixture of blond and brown and his smouldering brown eyes held the power to make any girl melt. All except me for I am a ruthless assassin, I do not melt. Okay, maybe I do, just a little but I will never let him know that.

“CJ-8, meet RB-5” Jake introduced. I glared at this RB-5, slouching in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest and to my surprise, to cocky mother fudger smirked and proceeded to wink and me! My glare sharpened.

“Hi, I'm Regan Black” He told me, offering his hand to me, the cocky smirk still etched onto his face. I had the urge to slap it off. If you hadn’t already guessed, I rejected his offer. His eyebrows quirked as he withdrew his hand. Jake gave me a disapproving look; well he can shove off!

I have to admit, Regan was extremely good looking with a face that was hard to miss, which brings me back to my earlier point, why hadn’t I seen him before? I have questions, and I will get answers. Watch me.

“Why am I being partnered? I've never wanted one before” I say, highlighting the word wanted, practically spitting it at the two males in the room. Regan rolled his eyes. He had gone from trying to flirt with me to being highly annoyed with me in naught point two seconds. Douche bag.

“Because it's a long and dangerous journey that can't be done alone” Jake tells me in a patronising voice. My turn to roll my eyes.

“I'm fine on my own” I reply firmly, but I know I'll have to give in at some point, otherwise, I might not get to go at all. Jake glared at me, his eyes narrowing into slits at my outburst. I gave a long, drawn out, dramatic, defeated sigh.

“Fine” I say, slamming my hands on the desk and rising from my chair. They both smiled. I hate them both.

“But this is my mission, and you!” I say, jabbing a finger at Regan.

“Listen and answer to me”

“Aye Captain!” Regan called, saluting me. My jaw clenched, I was going to regret this with every fibre of my being.

We spent a further half an hour discussing the mission. I'm not gonna pretend that I didn’t act like a brat because then I would be telling you a huge lie. I disagreed with everything, even the stuff I would usually agree with just to be awkward. When we were done, I collected the venom and placed them in my bag. I hope he didn’t give Regan any weapons, but by the flash of silver I saw, I don’t think I'm right, well that settles it, no sleep for me.  Jake bid me good luck before we left but I refused to say a word, he wasn’t worth the oxygen.

We strolled out of the building, I of course was in front, setting the pace, I seriously hope he can keep up or I'm gonna have problems with him before we even start. Actually, if he can't keep up, I'll just leave him to fend for himself and tell Jake on return that he perished in battle, yep. That will work. I turned to look at him, an evil grin flashed across my face as I cackled maliciously in my head. In silence we headed toward the camps official exit. Guards patrolled it, looking for dangers or survivors, making sure no one got in or out. We approached the two guards who were on duty. They turned to face us. Both were well built with army haircuts, rippling muscles, a wide build with thick arms and legs. I decided to picture them with shades. Yep, they looked a lot cooler now. The old me would have cowered in their shadows so it was probably a good thing that the sun was casting the light over them in the other direction.

“Code” The first one asked in a clipped tone. He was tall; about six foot two, his black hair shaved to his scalp. He was taller than the other guard and he had a deep voice. I swear to god he was made for this job.

“CJ-8 and RB-5” I replied smoothly, not at all phased by their harsh demeanour. The two men look at each other and one nods, as if confirming their suspicions about who we are.

“Be sage” He instructed, waving us on.

The gate wasn’t really a gate, just a few people patrolling an open space between to fallen buildings. They mark the entrance to our camp. The entrance to my home. I closed my eyes, taking a breath, savouring the moment….

“What, are you doing?” Regan asked me. I opened my eyes and turned to face him. I was met with a cocky smirk and a raised eyebrow. I ignored him, turning to face out again. Hefting my bag higher up my shoulder, I took one last look in front of me, planning where I was going to go. And then, I began to walk.