Noctura

sixty three

seunghoon

MINHO'S EYES are black and violet.

Minho just ripped a Noctura's throat out with his own teeth.

Minho is a Noctura.

Not only is my best friend part of the Alliance, but he's a Noctura.

My best friend.

A Noctura.

The world seems to spin as I'm staring at Minho, trying to wrap my head around what I just saw.

What I'm currently seeing.

He's kneeling next to a girl.

Who is that?

My heart sinks and I feel like I'm going to be sick.

Teagan.

I want to scream at him. I want to tell him to get away from Teagan. I want to make him go away. I want him gone, away from this battlefield, away from Teagan, away from me.

A Noctura. My best friend.

Minho has been my best friend ever since I could walk, talk, remember.

This entire time...

He was a Noctura.

All this time, Minho has been a Noctura. He never got sick, he rarely had dishes in his sink, he didn't eat a whole lot...

And all these things were because he's a Noctura.

A Noctura.

I can't do anything.

I can't move. I can't talk. I feel like I can't breathe.

Minho is a Noctura.

I feel myself sinking to my knees. My gun rolls out of my hand.

I can't hear the screaming around me anymore. I can't hear the gunshots and the fighting.

I can see Minho's lips moving, but I can't hear what he's saying.

What's he saying? What does he want?

He's standing up now, reaching out toward me, screaming at the top of his lungs.

But I can't hear a word he's saying.

In the next moment, all I feel is something slamming against my head before the world goes dark.

And I let the darkness take me.