When Home is Gone

Part Two - When I Wake Up

Luna's Point of View - Archer IV, M-class planet, 90 light-years from the Sol system

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"LUNA!" Strong arms wrapped around Luna's waist as she was hauled away from the grasp of her twin brother. She reached out her hands to grab him again but he was already out of reach. They both screamed and kicked as they became further apart until Luna was slapped in the face.
"Shut up!" They screeched. She was then thrust into another room where she tripped and fell on the floor. The door shut behind her and she was alone.

Luna was vaguely aware of someone shaking her awake. If it weren't for the restraints that held her wrists, ankles and torso, she would of hit the person who was waking her.

"Look darl', as much as I'd love to watch ya struggle in ya sleep, I got work ta do." His Western accent flooded her ears. She opened her eyes to the same room of grey rock. It was dimly lit by a single lightbulb that hung overhead. To her left was a small, metal table cluttered with different tools used in torture, all of which were used on her. To her right a wooden shelving unit that held jars upon jars of acid and other chemicals.

"If you wish for me to entertain you today, I tell you now that no matter how much you hurt me, I will not show any more pain than I did yesterday. You should just give up now. I will no longer be your entertainment." Luna's voice held no emotion and caused the Western man to sag slightly in disappointment.

"Darl', no matter what ya tell me, I'm still gonna torture the hell outta ya." At the thought of seeing her in pain, he smiled. That smiled made always made her shiver inside, even if she no longer expressed emotion.

Luna had been trapped in that room since she was seven years old, almost 120 Earth years, yet she looked like she was in her late teens. The only thing she knew about the outside world was her parents and her brother, but she hadn't seen either since the invasion of her homeworld.

For the last few years, Luna had discovered a way to shed all her emotions and to block out her pain. Only now, she doesn't remember how to feel anymore.

The Western man ran a hand through his greasy, blond hair and sighed happily. His brown eyes sparkled with mischief. He walked over to the table and picked up a scalpel then proceeded to dip the blade into an open jar of acid. It sizzled a little when the metal touched the liquid and he withdrew the scalpel and examined it closely.

"Now darl', this is gonna hurt ya a lot, so feel free to scream." He chuckled a little and Luna closed her eyes.