Moonlight

18

"Oh my God, what happened to him?" Ian asks, looking at Jack's unconscious body.

"Call an ambulance, now!" Cameron exclaims. He takes a hold of Jack, letting me go.

"Prepare to fight." I mumble under my breath. The entire crowd of people stare in fear. I turn and run back into the woods, determined to find Garrison.

Ian runs after me, maybe a foot away. His steady breath is all I hear. The sun shines bright between the trees. Their once serene vibrancy turn dark and hauntingly. Garrison may be dead, Jack might die, and we are in the middle of World War three. I don't know why it had to escalate this much, I don't know why we had to go through hell.

"Ian, please just turn around and go home." I suggest.

"I'm not letting you get hurt." He replies. I stop and take a breath. I turn to face him. His clenched jaw and sympathetic eyes stare right into mine.

"Garrison is no where in sight, my family is trying to kill us, and Jack is dying. I'm was passed hurt." I mumble. I turn around and face the woods, starting to jog.

"Who was there for you when you killed Jake?" He asks.

"You were." I reply.

"Who was there for you when you looked for Garrison the first time?"

"You were."

"Who was there for you when you were in a coma?"

"You were."

"Exactly, and I'm not letting you alone, you aren't superwoman. You can't save the day by yourself." He reminds me. I nod and wait for him to jog next to me.

"Garrison?" I call.

Suddenly, a rustling comes from the bushes. Ian steps in front of me, holding his hands in front of my body.

"Stay back, I'm trained in jui-jitsu!" Ian warns the bush. Garrison gets up from the bush. His hair is messy, clothes ripped. His entire body covered in dirt and sweat.

"You aren't trained in shit, Ian." Garrison snaps. He stumbles to stand up.

His eyes interlock with mine, his eyes trace down to my hands. Then back up my body.

"Are you hurt?" He asks genuinely.

"No, it's Jack's blood. We went to look for you and he was shot." I reply. He looks behind him, we all hear the sounds of footsteps and heartbeats.

We all race back to the house, where the sound of yelling and growling occurs numerous times. Finally out of the last layer of trees, we are left looking at a pile of bloody bodies.

"Kill her!" Mom screams from the layers of trees. Behind her stands a dozen people. All are ready to fight.

Jack and Cameron are no where in sight. Ian, Garrison, and I step in to fight. Our team is still strong, a little worn out, but strong.

"He's in the house, Jack is in the house." Max informs me. I nod and decide to check on him.

I walk into the house, it's quiet and calm. The house is dimly lit, exposing the shadows of the furniture. One room is lit, Jack's bedroom.

"Cameron?" I question, walking into the room. His forehead is against the bed. His eyes are closed, balling the sheet in his fists. A tear drops from his eye.

"Is he alright? What's wrong?" I ask urgently. He picks his head up, his eyes red and puffy. My hands reach my lips. I cover my mouth and feel tears run down my face.