Luna Raine

XI. Half Off

Raine′s POV:

Helen blew her nose into a tissue.

"Why are you acting like someone died?" Cory asks.

Helen sniffs before she glares at Cory. "I'm feeling sad-" she smacks his arm, "that my good friend-" she hits his arm again, "is leaving!"

Cory runs his hand down his arm, "Ow! Is this how you say goodbye to a friend?"

Right now, Helen and I are seeing Cory off at the airport. Another plane beam passed us, and I exhaled deeply. Cory looks at me and smiles, then messes up my hair. "I'll call you when I land."

Helen dramatically gasped, "I'm the one that's crying here. Why does Raine get all the comfort?"

"Because she didn't smack my arm a gazillion times." He grabs a tissue from Helen's packet and stuffs it up her nose. "Stop being dramatic. I'll come back during the holidays."

"I'm proud of you, son," Mr.Wengret, Cory's dad, said.

Mr.Wengret pats Cory's shoulder, and Cory offers a tight smile in return. I can see it, regret. "Yeah. I'm awesome."

"The awesomest," Mrs.Wengret, Cory's overly preppy mother, replies. She inhales sharply before embracing him once more. "Be safe. If something happens, don't be afraid to tell an adult and-"

Cory pats Mrs.Wengret back. "Yes, mom. I understand that if I were to go home, no one would pick on me."

Helen hands Mrs.Wengret a tissue. She dabs it near her eyes, but not close enough to smear her exotic makeup. "It's just there are werewolves there. You know those creatures."

"He'll be fine," Mr.Wengert reassured his wife again. He turns towards Cory, "Got protection?"

Regularly, a dad would refer to a condom. You know, like when you go away for college, the dad would ask their son if they're well equipped with protection so they will bring home a degree instead of a grandson. Well, here, when a hunter parent says protection, they meant weapons.

Cory lifts his coat to reveal a silver gun, "Got em pops."

I cannot believe the airport would allow a teenager to carry bare arms inside. Yes, it's completely legal to carry a weapon on a plane here. God forbids it from happening in my world.

My left eye twitches when I see a young woman sitting on a broom passes us. I always thought it was ridiculous to see a person flying on a broom, but it's the real deal here. Brooms. Carpets. Flying cars. All a means of transportation here - well, unusual in the human community. Helen told me those types of transportation are generally more for the witches since they practiced magic. But, they prefer to fly with airplanes because magic does dispel - it's a usage of internal energy or some shit like that.

"Enough silver on yah?" Mr.Wengret questions.

"Enough to put em dogs down." Cory usually doesn't talk like that, but he does whenever he hangs out with other hunters. Not so surprising, hunters aren't really on good terms with a lot of creatures, particularly vampires and werewolves. I guess some myths in my world are the truth in this world.

"Never assume enough is enough. I'll send you more." Mr.Wengret pats his son's shoulder.

"Don't worry about him. He's a strong boy," Mr.Andronica, Helen's dad, said.

Mrs.Andronica smiles, "I'm proud of you."

Wengret and Andronica are close to each other. Mrs.Wengret was the one who helped Andronica leave the Witches Community. Mrs.Wengret and Mrs.Andronica met online and became long term penpals. Throughout their lives, they met each other a handful of times. Despite the minimum amount of contacts, they became terrific friends.