Beauty In The Blood Moon

What's on your mind?

Zeke's grandmother really knew how to find fabulous cars. The Z4 was beautiful. I'm not usually one for sports cars, but this one was calling to me. Maybe I could get one in return for Zeke destroying mine. As I glanced over at Zeke, I noticed something in his eyes. I remember how quickly Zeke changed when we came to see his grandfather. He's usually a very proud person, and isn't afraid to express his authority. He always seemed in control of any situation. He was a leader. Now I could see a loneliness in his eyes. He looked so sad, his black eyes revealing a depression, as if someone had ruined his life.

"Hey Zeke! Are you okay? You look like someone died... What's the big deal?" I tried to joke with him, but for once he wasn't in the mood for horseplay. Zeke is supposed to be the king of horseplay.

He stumbled over his words, his cheeks getting red from me noticing his drastic change. "Oh, no-nothing. I was just... thinking." He glanced at the Z4, and quickly added "So are you ready to go? I've gathered all of our stuff... I'm sure we can lea-"

"Zeke, how long have you known about our so called 'assignment'?" I jutted in. He looked surprised, his tired eyes showing the shock I could see all over his body. He seemed a tad squeamish towards my question, his brows furrowing.

"I know I told you it was yesterday, but  I knew something was bothering grandfather for about a week now. He usually never looks worried.." the apple never falls far from the tree, " But I knew something new happened. When I found out about White Out, everything started to make sense. I knew something had to be done, so I volunteered to help out... Anyways, Let's go!" Zeke had a sinister smirk as he flicked my nose and ran for dear life to the Z4. Of course, He's just trying to get killed, isn't he?

I buckled myself in to the passenger seat, waiting for Zeke to finish stuffing our things into the minuscule trunk... So Dareen may have good taste in sports cars, but they're not very sensible. The trunk could never fit all of my stuff if I were to pack my own bags.

I heard a loud thud, and soon Zeke was buckled in the driver's seat ready to take off on our adventure. "All set?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Definitely. I had to play Tetris in the trunk though, there really isn't much room back there." Zeke replied as he turned on the car. The lights of the tan interior sprang to life as the engine rumbled. "We'll also have to keep the top up. It takes up too much room in the trunk when it's down." Well that was a bummer. We pulled out of the parking lot, saying goodbye to the HQ, and hello to a very annoying road trip. It would take a few days to get to our destination. It seemed more like a punishment to be stuck with Zeke rather than an honor...

I found myself in a dream. I always sleep in cars if I'm not driving. I could only see fuzziness. Mist almost. It was almost like I could feel it sticking to my skin. I was in an endless cavern of the color white. A white out. I could feel myself getting lost, slipping away and blending in with the white. My skin so pale that all that was visible of me was my hair. I feel around, trying to find something to hold on. Constant white was disorienting. It's just as difficult to see through as in total darkness, but oddly scarier.

I walk forward with my hands in front of me, squinting to see past the mist, when my foot catches on something. I fall face first on the ground, hitting hard with a thud. As I look over to see what it is I tripped over, I notice the mist slowly clearing to reveal a padded cell. Am I in a correctional facility?

I look behind me on the floor to see a lifeless body. It's a boy about Zeke's age, wearing all white. As I peer over at him to see his face. I notice his hair is white, not bleached blond, but white. His skin just as pale as mine. He had a grimace on his face, but he didn't seem to show signs of being alive. No breathing. I check his pulse. Nothing. I reach over to get a better look at him, and then he grabbed me.

His grip unbelievably strong. I was dumbfounded by his sudden appearance. His face deranged and his eyes pure white.

 "Hello Hania Cadence Jones." He whispered with an evil smile.