Chapter 31: A New Identity

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Chapter 31: A New Identity

I didn't feel cold, sitting on the beach, and I couldn't feel any pain. The power of the full Moon was incredible.

I knew I had to keep moving though. If I stayed on the coast, so close to the cliff, they were going to find me sooner or later. I had to move inland.

I stretched out my wings and was airborne once again. As the wind ran through my feathers, I felt at peace, relieved. I could finally fly again. Everyone that had been following me was still at the cliff looking for me, or my body. I didn't have to hide anymore, or run, but now I could fly. It was what I was best at after all.

I knew that once daylight came I would be easier to spot. I needed to go as far as I could before sunrise; before the Moon disappeared for another day.

But then it hit me: the true realisation of what I was doing, what I had just done. I had just left behind everything I knew, everyone I loved, for what? Where was I going? Where was I meant to live?

Omega had been all I'd ever known.

I wasn't prepared. I should have waited longer. I should have gone through with the mission.

But I couldn't go back.

Especially not now.

I was dead to them; bleeding out at the bottom of the ocean.

I thought back to the last couple of days:

I had wanted to wait longer to plan my escape but Mr Carter called me into his office three days after I read the journal. He said that he wanted to check how I was going, especially after Em's death. I tried desperately not to act differently in front of him, but I had lost trust in him, and the hardest thing was acting like nothing had changed, when in fact, everything had. Every time I looked at him, all I saw were the memories of everything we did together and shared together. But if they had been deceiving us the whole time, I couldn't' help thinking that everything had just been part of his plan. I couldn't help thinking that he had never really loved me in the first place; he only acted like he did to gain my trust. It was eating me up from the inside and I could hardly concentrate while he was talking to me.

"...I know that you've been finding this whole situation very difficult, but I believe that it is time that you go back in the field. I know that you said you wanted more time before you went on another mission, but we've had a case come up that requires your particular skill set." This caught my attention because it meant that he had called me in to send me on a solo again. I realised that I was holding a mission folder in my hands, a profile photo clipped to the front. A kill mission. My stomach sunk and I felt nauseous. I looked down at my hands, trying to keep my breathing even and controlled.

"Selene?" I looked up and realised that he had asked me a question. He obviously realised that I had missed what he said, because he repeated himself. "I need to know if you are up to it?" he enquired. "The doctors say that you have made a full recovery, but if you do not feel ready, I do not want to push you."

I looked at the woman's face pinned to the front of the folder. I didn't want to do it. I couldn't do it, and every part of me wanted to run out of the room and throw away the folder, but I knew that this mission could be my only chance. I kept my voice steady as I said, "I'm ready. I'll do it."

When I got back to my room, I sunk on to the bed. What was I going to do? The folder slipped out of my hand and spilt across the floor. I stared up at the ceiling, not bothering the pick up the mess of paper that now covered my floor. Every time I looked at it, a sick feeling filled my stomach. I had never had issues with completing these missions before, and now just the thought of spilling the blood of yet another person filled me with a sickening feeling that I didn't recognise. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't, and yet the mission was scheduled to go ahead in only a few hours. I had to think of something, and I had to think of it fast. By the time, I left the compound with my bag packed and folder in hand, I had the plan. I just hoped it would work.

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