The Legend Of Moon

6. Spooky Scary Skeleton

Urio's POV

As the frontdoor opened I felt happy, knowing my master finally returned home after a full day. All of us were worried knowing he would be on his own for his first time without any protection, so we didn't know if anything happened or not. It got us all worked up, but when we saw him coming in a wave of relief hit us until we saw he wasn't alone. A boy with black hair and scary eyes came after him. Hair that was long on one side and shaved on the other side. An arm with tattoos, piercings in his face and ears and leather clothes. It couldn't be, he couldn't be our master's friend, our master was much more better than that. "So where are your parents?", the weirdo asked while looking around, making all of us act as stiffy as we could. He couldn't find out about us or our master would be killed. Why'd he bring someone in the first place if he knew? "I don't have a mother and my father only comes out at night", master answered him while throwing his bag across the corridor. "So I'm living on my own actually, father enters the house but it's like he's never been here. I often miss his visits 'cause I fell asleep waiting and once in the month he doesn't appear at all, so..." I looked down while nobody noticed, feeling sorry for my master. No matter how we tried to be his family, we just couldn't replace his father or anyone else. We were who we were supposed to be : toys, weapons and gifts. We couldn't take away his loneliness. "I'm sorry for asking." Master shrugged, taking out the first AID-kit and sat it on the table. "No need to be sorry. It's stupid to apologise for something you can't change anyway." The boy nodded softly, putting his bag down and walked towards our master, accepting the first AID-kit and opened it. Could he be wounded? Was that why our master took him in? To take care of him? "Take off your shirt, will ya?" Master sat down on the sofa, taking off his shirt, revealing his pale white skin with several special and yet beautiful (permanent) signs he got thanks to us. A few bruises and cuts were shown, making all of us angry. It was obvious that kid hurted our master and now had to pay the price for it.

Kenny's POV

I couldn't do anything about it, but ever since I walked trough that door I felt like I was being watched. It was as if we weren't alone, it gave me a creepy feeling so I decided that cleaning him up fast would be my only way to get out of here as soon as possibe. But when he took off his shirt I couldn't move my hands. Those tattoos were amazing, perfectly in detail and truly unique. I wonder why he hid him or placed them there, everyone should see them. "Not bad", I told him while taking out some anti-infective and started with his open wounds, making him wince slightly. "Excuse me?" "Your tattoos, not bad." He nodded, looking softly down as he played with his fingers. "I got them already for a while, can't really remember how long." "I don't even think it's legal for you to have them, so it would be weird if you had them already so long, kid." He shrugged, not caring really. "There's not a lot I know about myself or my history. Everything I know I've been told by my father since I can't remember. But I do know a lot about everyone else, in the end that's what's more important." I started taking the bandage and put it around some of his wounds that seemd risky, continuing to talk. "You got amnesia or something?" He nodded softly, turning around to meet me in the eye. "You could say that." "That's messed up." He sighed. "It's not like I know that, but there's a lot messed up about me so I'm used to it by now." I stood up to sit in front of him, taking care of his arms. "How do you mean?" His eyes watched my hands closely. "I don't know... What do you think? I'm not to be called 'normal' in any way really." He sounded kinda sad, even if he tried to hide it, I noticed easily. "So what? Do you really think that matters somehow?" He looked at me and I smilled for the first time in my life a smile that was a real one, not a fake or smirk-like one, but one that a friend threw. "Everyone's messed up, some more than others, but that makes life meaningful somehow. I mean, what would you do if your life was normal? It would be boring as hell." He stared at me with a strange look in the eyes before grabbing my wrist and pulling me with him towards one of his rooms upstairs. He wouldn't let me go, held me closely until we reached (what seemed to be) his bedroom, got inside and he locked it up, staring back at me with a face that send all shivers down my spine.

"What the hell are you doing?", I asked kinda angry and surprised by his sudden moves. "I'm showing you how messed up one's life can be." His eyes started glowing, took some shades of pure white with a little bit of gold left. Elements in the room started moving and the tattoos on his skin came to life. They moved around on his back right to his eyes, got in there until his eyes showed those signs, making me back away. His hand pointed in my direction and the air started circling around him revealing the moon-like tattoo on his forehead. "My name is Moon Knight, first and only child of Man in the Moon and Ceto, Greek goddess of the dangers of the ocean and of sea monsters. You mortal will remember my name until the ends of time. Dragonero, Calendula Flower formation!" His tattoo started shinning and a strange golden dragon came trough it, forming a necklace around his neck. I was creeped out, not knowing if this was just a dream or not. But he didn't gave me the time to sort things out as he yelled again. "Urio, Spooky Scary Skeleton formation!" A skeleton with the shades of gold appeared in front of him with a silver swords, in attacking position. "Ready, attack!"