Black Webs

Little Banshees Dream of Death

"Every girl's got a moon inside,
pulling tidal waves to her heart,
the ocean cries and the sun lies,
but you & I, we will survive.
{the wolves won't eat us tonight.}
- lunar eclipse, M.J Pearl (fairytalesques)

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I'm running in circles, I'm losing it all,
from something to nothing, do the right thing, let me fall, you're pushing me sideways but you won't let go, and I know you're sorry, but do the right thing, cut the rope and let me fall.

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s i x t e e n:

L y d i a

She was standing in a theme park. It was dark and dusty; so she couldn't see very clearly. Her surroundings flickered like someone was flipping a switch on and off.

The theme park was full, packed with people in all kinds of costumes. A woman in an old-fashioned dress talked to a man in a wizard's cloak. A tall guy dressed like... a gorilla? was delivering drinks to a tiny old woman and a girl with eyes dark as storms.

Her friends were here, too. Scott McCall was the first person she recognized. He was dressed like a wolf, complete with the bared fangs and glittering eyes.

He stood with his spine straight like a soldier. Next to him stood Allison, who was dressed in a white wedding dress. She was holding a red rose in her right hand and had a strange black mist surrounding her.

"What's going on?" Lydia asked. "Are we going somewhere?"

"Maybe," Scott said. "I wouldn't know. I'm just along for the rides."

"I think it depends on the ride," Allison said. "Which one are you getting on?"

"I... don't know," Lydia replied. Something ahead of her caught her eye: a glimpse of familiar hazel eyes and dark chocolate hair. "I have to go," she told them. They didn't stop her as she walked past.

"Be safe!" Scott called. "Yes. It's an jagged road ahead. Don't stumble!" Allison agreed.

She pushed through the crowd. Danny from school, one of Lydia's close friends, stood a little further. A boy she'd seen before but couldn't recognize, with blond hair and glow-in-the-dark eyes stood to his left.

Danny was dressed like a pirate, the boy was dressed just like Scott; like a wolf. "Hello, Lydia," Danny said. "I'm glad you've made it this far."

Lydia frowned. "I've always been here."

The wolf boy laughed. "She has so much to learn."

She tried to look past them, in hopes of getting a better look at the tent behind them. "Do you want to stay back? You have the option, you know," Danny suggested.

"Not right now, I've got to..." She looked around.

People pressed on all sides, but ahead, disappearing into the tent, she caught a flash of the familiar brown hair again. She pushed on.

Malia Tate stopped her next. Malia was dressed like a wolf, too, but her eyes glowed a different color. There were black tears running down her cheeks. Malia looked at Lydia seriously. "Why are you still here? You don't have much time, Lydia. They'll seize him."

"But it's too dangerous."

"You can't be a flower girl forever. We all know you were destined for the moon," Malia points out. "He can see," Malia insists. "He will help you."