The Dark Side of the Moon

Prologue

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The cool night air was silent and unperturbed, a great contrast to the emotions of the girl that fled within its depths. She ran at an inhuman speed, trees whipping past her in a blur and footfalls as silent as a deer. Her bare feet left behind no imprint of her tracks, just the swirl of her passing to indicate that she had been near.

The girl was young, around the age of fifteen. Her soft blonde hair trailed behind her in wisps of golden silk and her heart beat erratically within her chest. Her clothes were dirtied with mud and her tendrils of her hair had matted to her face with the sweat and fear she was experiencing. With a graceful bound, she elegantly avoided a collision with a mossy log and barely touched it with her toes. The green orbs that were her eyes were flickering around anxiously, taking in every minute detail. They held a horror inside them that had never been seen before, the kind that you experience in the last living moments of your life.

Even though she appeared graceful and powerful, she had been running for the good part of an hour and her actions had tired her. The legs that powered her movements were aching and beginning to weigh her down. Her body was exhausted and demanded much needed rest. Just as hope was establishing itself in her heart and the thread of anxiety was unwinding from her body, just as she was beginning to relax and believe that she had escaped, she heard it. The scarcely audible snap of a twig reached her finely tuned ears and she scampered off at double the speed of before.

A shot pierced the silence and her eyes widened as she saw the bullet zip past her shoulder, nearly coming into contact with her skin. It embedded itself within the tree not a metre in front of her and splinters of wood flew past with the force. Fear drove the girl to wind to the left and bolt away like a cheetah giving chase.

Deep inside her mind was the nagging thought that knew she couldn’t make it. As much as she could outrun her captors, she would be faster tenfold in her other form. The familiar pain that she was almost used to scratched through her insides and she felt the change overwhelming her. She had a minute left, one measly minute until she could be free and dive into the embrace of safety. She doubled over in pain and limped over to a nearby tree so she was slightly concealed. The seconds counted down in her mind and the eagerness to shift was nearly all she felt.

“Gotcha.” The word was whispered gently into her ear like a summer breeze and it sent shivers down her spine. The voice was unfamiliar to her, but she knew who it was most likely to be without even looking up.

Seconds before she could shift, a second shot echoed through the forest. Birds alighted from their perches and took to the skies for fear of the bloodcurdling noise, and the only sound heard was the agonized cry from the girl as she slumped to the ground.

Rough hands dug into her jacket and she was hoisted up by her collar, slung over the man’s shoulder and carried away. A pool of blood was rapidly seeping through her shirt and dripping down her chest and arms, slopping to the floor. The precious droplets were shed and the girl let loose tears of anger, pain and fear. Her kidnapper paid no attention to her crying, or the fact that she was steadily losing life on his shoulders. The cause of all her pain was the silver metal handgun tucked into the waistband of the man’s pants. It glinted teasingly at her from underneath his leather jacket and she cringed away from it.