Under the Moonshine

Eleven | Incident

Frisbee.

They played Frisbee, enjoying the heat of the sun. Everyone was playing, apart from Dustin, who had chosen to drink his vodka alone.

Taren excelled in the game, his speed and skills impressed Ruth and Amanda. A moment after, thunders warned them as lightning flashed, clouds making its way to cover the sun.

"I think we should go."

Emily hurried to the tent, Taren following behind her. As they started to collect their things and detached the tents, a loud groan of thunder echoed, a drop of rain fell straight at Taren's nose.

He grabbed Emily's bags, and offered his hand to her, his eyes seemed getting clearer.

"Hurry up, guys!" Ruth shouted as rain poured, all of them jogging towards the front gate.

Emily clasped his hand, his warmth ran through her, travelling up her neck. He helped her inside the car and threw the bags on the trunk. The weatherman wasn't bluffing, now they knew it.

"Put on your seatbelt, Taren," she ordered as she drove away from Camp Garden.

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"Crap, I can't see," she murmured to herself as she focused her eyes on the road. The heavy rain tapped her windows, the light fog made it impossible to see the road clearly. It was as if they were inviting trouble to get them.

"No one's ahead, just drive straight," Taren said.

"How would you know that?"

"I have good eye sight," he answered with a smile. "Just trust me."

The howl of the wind was quite terrifying, tall trees swaying like they were about to crack any moment now. As she looked ahead and followed the wild bustling of tree, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of it finally snapping, the body hitting the ground with a loud thud.

She stepped on the break, bracing herself, staring at the log hindering their way home.

"Crap! Crap!" she frowned as she patted her chest to calm her wild heartbeat. "Now we're stuck!"

Taren unfastened his seatbelt and ticked off the lock.

Emily grabbed his arm, eyebrow on a raise. "What are you doing?" she asked slowly.

"Getting that log out of the way."

She smiled at him. "You can't carry that log just by yourself. We have to call- "

But Taren was out of the car before she could even finish her sentence.

"Hey, Taren!"

He jogged towards the fallen tree, another gushed of wind blew the area. Rain poured on him, the drops were a bit heavy on the skin but he didn't care. He carried the log as if it weighs nothing, getting it out of the way just like what he had told her. After putting it on the side street, he hurried back to the car, his shirt dripping.

Emily's eyes were wide at the sight of him.

"You can do that? How... how did you..."

The moment the cool air hit Taren's skin, he shivered, hugging himself to ease the coldness. Emily instantly turned off her air conditioning and pressed the heater.

"Hang on," she started to drive again, her speed attracting accident.

Two police cars were parked in front of the mansion, a black BMW too, making her confused. The lights were flashing, like the one seen in the movies. Emily slowed down and turned at Taren who looked puzzled too.