Radioactives

Chapter 15: Remembering Death

Luna's POV:

I was still standing next to my mom. My dad standing next to her. I found it kind of funny, the fact that we were standing in order from tallest to shortest. What I didn't find funny was the group of gang members standing in front of us all holding there guns pointing them towards our heads.

It made me sad to think that some of these guys that were now about to kill me, had actually saved my life a few times. That I had trusted them. That we belonged to the same gang as them. Well....... used, to belong to the same gang.

My father thought he was so stupid, to trust them, but it wasn't his fault. How were we supposed to know that they were using us for dark powers. We weren't dark Radioactives, we were the good ones. Little did we know that if we didn't do what they wanted us to do, that they would turn right around and kill us.

I held onto the medal pole, one that I had used to knock out so many different enemy's in the past.

"You either do it now, or we kill you!" Shouted Bart, the leader of the gang.

I gripped the pole tighter, and lifted it.

Bart looked at me and chuckled.

"Luna, honey, what's a metal pole gonna do for ya sweetheart?" He said.

"Well first of all," I said, taking a swing at Carson's feet, knocking him on the floor. "It's good for knocking people off their feet. Second of all," I swung at Aidens head, he crossed his eyes, then fell to the floor, knocked out. "It's also good for knocking people out." Bart just looked at his two companions on the floor, he didn't even try to help get them up. "And last but defiantly not least," I said. I swung my pole right over Bart's hand, knocking his glass full of vodka, it broke into tiny prices in his hand, the liquid spilled onto the floor.
"It's good for braking glass."

"That's my girl." My dad said behind me. I turned around and grinned at him, he smiled back, a smile that showed how proud his was.

Bart looked pissed.

All of a sudden the pole was grabbed from my hand and swung at my face. I felt it, it hurt like fucking hell. Then I blacked out.

I woke up in an empty room. I had recognized the room. It was the room the gang used to keep dead body's before they were disintegrated in acid.

I panicked. Where the fuck were my parents?

I tried to look around the room but it was so dark I couldn't see which body's belonged to my parents. Then a terrible oder had filled my nostrils. The oder of old, molding, dead body's. I lifted my hand to my head. I winced in pain as I touched a huge bruise on my temple. I felt dry blood as well.

"Luna?" I could barley hear a faint voice say my name in the distance.

I made my way towards the voice. My feet dragging. My shoes scoffed against the pavement.

I found my parents.

My moms hands were gone and I could tell that she was already dead. Her limp body was leaned against my dad, who was sitting with his legs out in front of him. His feet were missing.

The tears didn't even wait for me to let them out, they just started streaming down my face.

"Luna, honey, I love you." Said my dad. Those were his last words. He closed his eyes and rested his head up on my moms.

"I love you too." I whispered.

Now I was left alone on this world with no one. My parents were dead. I had no family. Then realization hit me.