Shades of the Moon [Rough Draft]

The First Kill

Bradley awoke from his slumber staring at the masked figure that stood at the foot of his bed.

Is this the night of my death? 

The blood moon was out tonight- and with that, came all the insanity that would ensue.

"Are you here to kill me?" Bradley asked the figure that stood before him in the red moonlight. He dare not look at the moon or else he would go berserk.

The figure didn't say anything. It just stood there like a menacing statue with a knife in its hand....

Oh, it had a knife how lovely. I didn't notice that little detail before.

Well, if this figure wanted to kill him you would think it would have done that by now.

Bradley moved the blanket off him and was glancing back and forth between the figure and his door which stood a couple of feet across the room. He could make a run for it, but he was only ten years old, and this seemed like a fully grown adult.

The figure stared into Bradley's emerald, green eyes. He was wearing white satin pajamas- a gift from his mother. He pushed his long curly brown hair out of his eyes to fully assess the situation.

Fear finally embraced him, and he could feel his heart pounding through his chest and cold sweat running down his head.

The figure stepped a little closer and the red moonlight illuminated it. It wore a pure white mask with slits in the eyes and a long black cloak caked with speckles of mud. The person smelled like a swamp- rotten eggs and mold.

Did he just get done frolicking through a bog?

Bradley knew he needed to act fast- but the fear crippled him, and as the figure moved even closer, he knew he had to act fast or else this would be the night of his death.

He jumped up from the bed and sprinted to the door, but the figure pounced on him like a shadow-hound.

They were both on the floor and the figure raised his knife into the air to bring it down on him.

Bradley kicked its arm, and the knife went flying across the room. He kicked it's face while the figure was distracted trying to see where his knife went.

The mask flew off its face and Bradley could see that this figure was a woman. A beautiful woman with long silky black hair, and eyes as red as rose petals.

What a shame.

It didn't matter if it was an ugly disheveled old man- he had to get this killer of him and go to his father Highlord Belum.

The woman grunted and punched him in the face not caring if she had knife or not.

The room went dizzy, and Bradley was starting to fade in and out of consciousness. This might have been a skinny beautiful woman, but the power behind that punch was that of a battle-hardened man.

He heard stories about how the blood-moon had made people's strength increase tenfold, but never had he imagined that he would experience it first-hand like this.

He had to do something and fast or else he was done for.

A cloud must have rolled passed the moon at the moment, because Bradley was able to kick the woman off of him. He rolled to the side of the room where he kicked the knife and picked it upholding it out at the woman.

"I don't want to kill you," he said trying to catch his breath. "The blood-moon has made you crazy my lady and I would hate to take something so beautiful from this world."