The Secrets of a Luna

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Past Comes Back to Kill

Evelyn:

Rolling onto my back, my quaking fingers poked my forehead. Red blood painted the tips, the hallway spinning around me. Hudson towered over me, his hand hovering in my face. Accepting his hand, it felt as if I had been hit by a train. Groaning to myself, Hudsy yanked me up. Crashing down the hall, the floor creaked the moment I sank to my knees. Lunitia was once leaning against the wall, seven forlorn people coming out of her room. Scanning them all, wails of deep loss echoed down the hall. Struggling to my feet, horror widened at my eyes at the sight of them holding their weapons over their hearts. Stabbing their hearts, their skin decayed to ash. One by one the weapons crumbled into dust, silent tears stained my cheeks. Pushing past my horror, my trembling hand opened the thick oak door. Blood painted the walls, files covered the bed. Sitting down inches from the files, my shaking fingers flipped through the scribbled notes. Scanning line after line, none of it made sense. Stopping at the file named Mayhem, my mother's face glared up at me. Seeing her sent me off into a quiet panic attack, my concern for what was coming that would cause the Demon Gemholders to kill themselves calming that familiar sensation down. Hudsy hovered in the door, Daryll coming in with Flynn. His jaw dropped to the floor, my trembling fingers scanning the lines once more. Who was her boss? Wondering if I knew who he was, nothing was jumping out at me. Dragging the files into a single pile, I pulled every suitcase onto the bed. Unzipping them, I sent Hudsy out with everyone else. Puck knocked before entering the room, his brow rising in response to the open suitcases on the bed. Tossing the clothes on the floor, my fingers lined the edge. Every left corner had a small tear, my claw extending from my fingers. Running my claws along the edge, a lump formed in my throat. Thousands of pictures littered the space, most of them were of me, and my fellow gem holders. Gathering them all up, I shoved them into a plastic bag along with the files. A boom echoed in the hall, Puck pulling me into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, the quick rain of warm water hid our scents. My hair clung to my face, his hand covering my mouth. A masked figure burst into the bathroom, the lights flickering wildly. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, the rotten scent of sulfur filled up the room. Gripping the handle of the bag, the evidence remained mostly dry. Footsteps banged their way around the room, furniture snapping in half.

"Where is the information that they were carrying? We need to know more about the Reaper's Angel!" The raspy male voice roared in the bathroom, his fist smashing into the mirror. "We will stick around for another day to find her." A meek voice cleared his throat, the masked figure stiffening with frustration.

"Master Nuit, we don't know what she looks like." He squeaked out frightfully, the two of us not knowing what they looked like. "How are we going to fi-" The sound of a neck cracking stopped my heart, even Puck beginning to lose his composure. Bones crunched as Master Nuit began to devour his subordinate, my breakfast threatening to visit again. Sucking on his fingers, a long sigh of satisfaction left his lips. Glancing over at the shower, his hollow footsteps approached. One step, my heart jolted back to life. Second step, the corner of my lips quivered. Third step, my breathing grew shorter at his gloved fingers curling around the curtain. Relief crashed over us the moment someone called out for him, the sound of boots pounding out of the room allowing my body to relax. Waiting a good hour, Puck stepped out first. Motioning that everything was clear, he waved me out. Stepping over the damaged furniture, Puck whisked me into the hotel room with an eager Hudsy greeting us at the door, curious looks flitted between the two of us. Hudsy clutched me close to his chest, every cell in my body was happy that I was here to protect my family. The reality of the situation set in, my heart sinking at all of the senseless deaths for Master Nuit. Kissing the top of my head, Hudsy's big hands cupped my face.

"Promise me you won't leave without protection for the rest of the weekend." He pleaded adorably, his embrace stealing away some of the shock. "Grappy, I order you to never leave her side. Tell me what you saw." Clearing my throat, my wet eyes refused to meet his. Sitting me down on the bed, he wiped the tears from my eyes. Taking the bag, his eyes fell on Puck. Opening up his locking suitcase, Hudsy began to organize the files in the secret compartment underneath his clothes. Snapping to his feet, his fingers examined my tattered costume. One stern gaze sent Puck and his son to their room, his steady hands passing it to Grappy. Pulling one of his sweatshirts out, he tugged it over my head. Flynn rolled around in his playpen, his coos helping my fraying nerves settle a bit. Taking a first aid kit from his suitcase, a knowing smile lit up his worn face. Dabbing alcohol on my forehead, he examined the damage