Isaac Hempstead Wright Book 1

La Luna P2

I stood looking at this beautiful ship, it was rusted beyond belief and messy thick much and dirt on almost every surface

"What the hell happened here?" Luke asked as looked around with his Torch 

"Someone left in a hurry I'd say" I answered 

"Or something happened to then" max added 

"What could have happened to all these people?" I asked "a cruise ship of people don't just disappear in the middle of the ocean," I said looking at some old black and white photos on the walls of the staff 

"Hey! It kinda looks like you y/n?" Luke laughs pointing to a picture. It was a girl she kinda looked like me. She stood on a stage with a few others, clearly band members. I rather did look like her, her dress even in the black and white photo was clearly very beautiful. I saw in the corner of the photo a bar and a man stood there drying glasses in a suit he was looking at the stage and more importantly at the girl on the stage he seemed like he was looking at her with eyes of pure love and affection I read the little bit of paper under the photo pinned into the board behind the glass 

"Y/n, Maximillion, Lucas and Franklin" "Hu weird coincidence," I said "You guys check below decks for the damage I'm going to stay up here and look for signs of what happened" 

"Alright, Be careful" Max warns as they headed off, I looked back at the board seeing it was a staff board all the people who worked on the ship, I continued to look till I saw 'Ballroom Bar Staff' and I saw that boy, in a perfect suit sat on the barstools all there hair done perfectly as they smiled sweetly a list of names under them like all the others, I saw that boy who stood in the corner of the band photo his thick glasses sat perfectly on his nose 

"Isaac… that's a nice name" I smiled before taking my torch and wandering around. The whole place was rusty, woodwormed, everything falling apart but still no sign of what happened here, just a lot of empty corridors. What on earth happened here? I reached a large room, every table was flipped over the glassware and plates smashed all over the floor. The bar filled with bullet holes, the floor and walls splattered with ageing red stains.

"Max? What did you say happened here?" I asked 

"Knowone knows… just disappeared off communication and all other signs of existence" he says over the radio

"Have any survivors ever turned up?" I asked 

"They found one lifeboat, washed up on the Italian coast one day, empty. they say the rough seas must have turned it over" he explained 

"Why did no one go looking for it?"

"They did, searcasted five years before they gave up and assumed she sank" he explained I wondered in the crunching off the glass and crockery under my feet as I did the room and the walk felt so familiar. I stepped up the little stairs of the stage hearing the click off heals and the swish of fabric on the floor, with every step I took the room seemed lighter, brighter, and cleaner. I stopped as I stood inches from.the vintage microphone holding the stand with both of my hands, looking out to the room.

The chandelier hung on the ceiling, darkness outside the windows The bar lit up beautifully serving wine and cocktails.

I turned behind me and saw a band behind me all of them looked just like the boys from the ship playing their instruments in their suits. I looked back and everyone was applauding as if a song had just finished all of them in beautiful gowns and suits. I was confused looking around for whatever they were clapping for, I turned and saw that boy. The one who was looking at the stage in that picture, the bar boy, the one from my dream, Isaac. He smiled to me as he clapped louder than anyone else, he saw me and blew me a kiss making me blush a little

"Y/n! Y/n! Come in!" The radio yelled it was max again, next I looked at the room it was before broken and decaying, bullet holes everywhere and I was alone holding the rusted mic stand. 

"Yeah...yeah I'm here" I said 

"You need to get down to the G deck now!" He ordered