Under the Moon

Part 3

Ch.1
10 years later

    What could go wrong? Oh I don't know maybe we can get immediately captured afterward because apparently whenever Luna teleports it leaves a sparkly golden trail which led the Hunters straight toward us. I mean I get it Luna's extra powers have consequences. Magic has downsides right? Unfortunately that had included my powers, because when seven-year old little old me used her powers on the Headmaster it had drained her temporarily but she was too adrenaline rushed to notice. So that meant when the Hunters came, we were completely defenseless and since Luna refused to teleport off without me, we were captured easily. Even though the smart thing to do would have been to teleport off and then come back to rescue me. But we were little and scared so I don't blame her. Especially when I wake up to the image of her beautiful hazel eyes filled with tears as they separated us and dragged her away from me. So much for the plan to escape to Oregon.

    I sighed looking around at the tiny stone room I had called home for years now. The bed that I was lying in was pushed up against a wall and next to it was a sink. That was all. If I wanted to go to the bathroom, I had to yell at a guard to take me to one.

    I itched at the metal band surrounding my throat. Right, how could I have forgotten? The Nullifier. It's less scary than it sounds, trust me. However it does dull my powers leaving me completely useless.

    I sigh again. I find myself doing that a lot whenever I think about Luna. Everyday I wonder what happened to her. I've tried getting the guards and other "inmates" to talk, but either they're really good actors or genuinely don't know anything. After the car ride over here we were taken to separate places, they had also placed a Nullifier on her that prevented her from shifting.  The first few weeks here I cried and sobbed screaming for Luna. After the guards got tired of it and...punished me for it, I learned to cry silently into the hard pillow that they had given me. After that the guards decided they liked using a seven year old as a punching bag and kept doing it. That's when the nightmares started. They were always the same thing people beating me or worse people beating Luna while I was frozen unable to stop them. That got me worrying if anybody actually was hurting her. She's a full bred Supernatural whilst I'm still half human. They would treat her so much worse.

    That realization spurred me on. I had regained the confidence I had lost over those few weeks. Over the years I had learned to fight back, some of the other inmates had taken pity on me and taught me a few moves. The guards didn't like that and tried to discourage me by trying to punch me harder. But after weeks of knocking them unconscious and the remaining guard that always got away calling for backup, they left me alone. But the nightmares stayed like clockwork every night. Which is why I barely sleep anymore.

    "Hey freak it's dinner time!" A voice interrupted. Sigh.

    I rolled off my bed and leaned my hand against the bars separating me from freedom.

    "Freak really? How original. Come on Alex, darling I know you can do better than that."  I drawled empathizing the last word.

    He glared muttering a few choice words.

    "See! There you go, I knew you had it in you!" I cheered clapping my hands sarcastically. 

    Alex only growled and shoved my "food" through the slot on the floor with his foot.

    That caused the food to slosh around mixing with each other.

    "Well that was rude," I commented, picking up the tray and plopping back down on my bed.

    Before I could force the so-called food down my throat alarms started blaring and the red lights that were mounted on top of each cell were flashing red. Guards were running up and down shouting orders at each other. To outsiders it might seem as if they actually knew what they were doing. In reality they were in deep panic and were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Talk about professional. 

    The sound of my cell door being unlocked brought me out of my bitter rambling. I quickly stood up causing the tray that had been perched on my lap to fly off. Without another thought I flew out the cell ignoring the shouts of guards and the other prisoners who also took their chance to escape.

    A sudden explosion behind me stopped me in my tracks. There was a wide gaping hole where my cell used to be. The people who had been unfortunate enough to be near it were all unconscious. The remaining sane people all made a break for it leaving me standing there frozen.  I had heard her. I didn't think I'd recognize her voice after all these years but I did. She was shouting.

    "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR YOU COULD HAVE KILLED SOMEONE!"

    Another voice telling her to calm down. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran forward dodging and jumping over fallen debris. I made it to my cell, carefully stepping through the mangled metal rods that used to contain me.

    I stood in the middle of all the wreckage, dust swirling around me that had yet to settle down, as I stared at the alluring stranger in front of me. Her light ginger hair had grown to her waist in gentle waves. The prison-issued uniform that we both wore were filthy. As she turned to me to investigate the cause of her companions tense shoulders I saw her face streaked with dirt. She was beautiful.
She froze, her face scrunched up in confusion, then a crumpled look of recognition and relief crossed her face.
 
    "Eva-Evangeline?" she whispered taking a step forward.