Reversed Command

The Target

(Luna's P.O.V.)

Somewhere between Icathia and the Tempest Flats, a slender girl sat in the middle of a green valley. Her white long hair danced along with the gentle breeze as her beady purple eyes were admiring the pure white flowers that grew there. This was a place she loved, no people to disturb her and no buzzing, just birds chirping and the low howl of the wind – nothing like the very busy streets of Zaun, the place she was born. Unlike this place, Zaun was dark and heavily polluted. Let's just face it, anything there brought nightmares to this girl, the only good memories she has from there are with The Lost Children of Zaun and Ekko. Despite being a bit older than them they always treated her like one of their own and included her in every plan they made which consisted mostly in breaking the laws (whatever "laws" means in Zaun anyway) and chasing away any Pilti that dared venture the bustled streets of this city. Now that she thinks about it, Zaun seems like a distant memory now. When THEY found out where and with whom she was 'hiding' she had to run, run away from that awful place to call a home. For two years she has been away, moving from place to place whenever THEY found her. This place though was the longest stay she had in a while, maybe because of its location and all the creatures of the void that surrounded it. She had been here for three months now living in peace with the land that welcomed her so well. Picking up a single white rose that was growing in the middle of all the other flowers, a loud sigh escaped her lips. She knew this wasn't going to last forever but she had wished to stay here a while longer.

"I know you're here. Show yourselves" without moving an inch from where she sat, the girl said in a monotone voice.

"You got me" a man laughed while he stepped out from between the trees that surrounded the place. "I'm surprised you felt my presence. What gave me away?" the burly male asked in contempt.

"The low cackle of a branch..." the girl started "... not that I needed to actually hear that sound. I knew you were coming the moment you stepped foot near this valley" she continued without showing any kind of interest in the man standing behind her. A smirk crossed the man's lips – "You're just as gifted as they paint you to be."

"And you're just as dumb as the others waiting in the shadows" she was now glaring at him, an expression of scorn plastered on her face. The man's eyes widened at her words and his mouth slightly opened in surprise. He took no time in trying to hide it though – a curl of the lip and his face was back to its usual contemptuous self. A small sign with his hand and a dozen more man stepped out of their hiding.

"My, my... so you know that you are surrounded now, right? Will you join me willingly or do I have to teach you a lesson?" a wicked laugh escaped his lips as he grabbed his axe "I would hate to have to tear apart that beautiful face of yours"

The girl looked down at the rose again, her shoulders shaking as if in a silent laughter. "Me? Teach ME a lesson?" she asked in amusement "Why won't I teach you a lesson instead?" The man frowned, now annoyed at her behaviour, he expected her to crawl in terror, to beg for her life like any puny women would. But not her. This girl was clearly looking down on him and he despised that. His hoarse voice, clearly angry, spoke once more "Look girl, I'm giving you a chance here. Do you want to be slaughtered right where you stand?"

"You don't understand..." the petite figure, compared to the one of the man, rose to her feet "the only ones being slaughtered here are" she raised her head, piercing purple eyes boring into his brown orbs "YOU!" her lips curved into a scary smirk. Her angelic features giving way to pure devilish ones.

"Foolish girl!" the man laughed as he started to charge forward, a sign for the others to do the same. But it was too late... too late for them to move. They failed to notice the blood dripping from her hand earlier, a simple thorn from the rose nailing into her silky skin. And now the girl snapped, she closed her fist, crushing the rose in her hand. As if on cue crimson tendrils impaled the attackers... one by one. Blood spattered everyone, painting the white flowers red. Despite the grotesque scene, they had no time to even feel what had hit them. The boss-man stopped in his tracks, dropping his axe to the floor, an expression of pure horror now taking over his once over-confident face. All of his 'team' was now on the floor, limp bodies everywhere, the only ones breathing being him and the girl in front of him. He gave a step back, his voice now pathetically trembling with fear – "Wha—What are you??"

"Me?" the girl asked, dead eyes locking with his own "I am Luna. Or at least a part of her." Her blood now taking the form of a scythe on her hands.

"Yo—You're crazy!!" the man whimpered as he turned to run away like the coward he truly was.

"Not so fast!" she chased after him, her scythe swiftly separating his right arm from his body. The man cried out in agony as he fell to the floor. Looking at the figure now towering over him, he trembled, both in pain and fear. This woman in front of him was no longer the one he first saw, something had taken over her. She was no longer human (as in the sense of not having any kind of compassion).

"Crazy?" she smirked, her eyes glinting with insanity "I'll show you crazy" she licked her lips in amusement as she readied her scythe – now transforming into tendrils.

"Ple—Please..." he stammered, pitiably asking for mercy. But it was too late for that.

"I'll make you scream!" she laughed as a tendril pierced through his shoulder, and another through his abdomen... one after the other inflicting as much pain as she could before killing him. His screams echoed through the once peaceful valley.