Under the Moon

Three

"So you want to know what went down?" Dylan asks, floating in a sitting position.

"Of course, spill. I'm missing aren't I?"

"You're a bit more that missing...more like presumed dead."

"Oh. Well I guess I'll just stay that way. If I every leave here I could go change my name and move wherever I want a be whoever I want!"

"Uh no. You can't."

"What!? Why?!"

"Because if you're dead and you walk out of here looking like that then someone will recognize you. You would have to go to court and everything. Not worth it."

"Oh well, we'll work all that out later. Soooooo moving on...what happened?"

"Well I was killed as you know, and it was that son of a bitch father of mine. He was aiming at you. He wants you dead Angel. So he was flirting with an officer who's literally three years older than us and got arrested. He's in jail now plotting your murder."

"But why?? Why would he want me dead!?"

"He thinks you're a whore and that you sleep around. He hates you for no reason. And that fuels my hatred for him."

"Damn. So what happened to you?"

"Well they had a proper funeral and my mother divorced him the next day. I went to Heaven after Purgatory and was granted the ability to be a ghost so I can rescue you. That's what the big man told me to do."

"You mean God?"

"Yeah. He's really nice. He hates seeing you like this."

"Awwww! So you have a funeral bed and everything. Nice. And now you're a ghost sent to help me. So your like my guardian angel!"

"I guess so Angel. Hehe that tables have turned."

"Yeah, I've missed you, and the outside world."

"I guess I haven't, 'cause I'm dead and can roam around." He said with a shrug. "Also, Angel, if you leave," his voice dropped, his tone becoming serious, "Cassie, you'd have to run, far. Avoid anyone you know, even your family. And most importantly, stay far away from my father."

"I understand Dylan. When am I getting outta here anyway? It's stuffy and hot, and I'm ready to go out into the world again."

"I get that Angel but again, you can't. Simply because of your looks. Your overly skinny for society and you still have the costume on. I love you no matter what but the world out there will tear you apart once they discover you. There're people out there who will track you to figure out your story and once they know who you are...you're never gonna be left alone."

"Babe, er, Dylan, I get it. I will b publicized. My presence will be known. That is, if I mess up." A hint of slyness echoed in her voice as she spoke, growing as a plan formed in her head.

"What do you mean? Why if? You're not gonna do what I think you're gonna do...are you?" As slyness had filled his Angel's voice, worry filled his. "No. I won't let you if you try."

"I'm going. Tomorrow night." As the plan filled her with a newfound determination to live, a pang of worry also appeared. "How...how do I get clothes and food...and a bag...?"

"Fine." Dylan's sudden harsh tone startled her. "I'll go get you stuff. I'll go at nightfall, when everything's closing or winding down. I'll get a bunch of food and two sets of clothes, water, a bag, some necessities, and maybe something else...something...special."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She almost shouted.

"Chill. It's only midday. We've got hours."

"Crap. I want time to fly again. I miss it."

"I know you do, now sleep. You need it, I'm here and I'll wake you when I leave. We're gonna be busy."

She gently laid her head down on the bean bag and closed her eyes after little to no protest. "Goodnight, my Angel." Echoed in her ears as sleep overcame her system.

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"Hehe...just a bit more." The crazed man said as he sketched on the floor of his cell.

"You again, pipe down!" The guard slammed his baton into the bars rattling them, getting the prisoner's attention.

"Hehe, sorry boss man. I'll stay quiet. Maybe." He said as softly as he could.

"Good. Now get some sleep. Or else I'll put you in the Tunnel."

"The Tunnel? Some old Tunnel don't scare me. Wanna scare me, show me my son, alive."

"Oh yeah, your the guy who murdered his son aiming for his girlfriend." The guard paused. "I don't get why you'd want to do that to such a pretty girl. She was so pretty." The guard wasn't too old, just out of college.

"Why are you so interested in her? She's a slut." The man shot back, enraged at the guard for even thinking the girl was pretty.

"She's not a slut. And I went to school with them both. I was a few years ahead, but I was still friends with them. She was the girl everyone wanted, but he was lucky to have her." He sighed. "Oh well she's most likely dead by now."

"If not, then I'll kill her." The man whispered so the guard couldn't hear.

"Well. Go to sleep. Now." With that, he left.

"Goodnight officer." The man went back to his drawings, slowly tracing it's outline, muttering vows to kill the girl at all costs.