The Day The Moon Turned Black

Chapter 2

A.N It's a little short but i wanted this to be the end of chapter two so there you go. I will update shortly

One year later....

No one knew exactly what happened. The war came out of nowhere; shocking most of all of us, all of us accept him of course. I didn't even know where he was anymore. I didn't think he was on my side. I hadn't seen him, so he must be with them. The Magnatites.

The war had split the survivors (not that there was a lot of us) into two groups. The Magnatites and the Tallons. I was with the Tallons, and our leader was Jake Trope. A steely looking man, with cropped greying hair and piercing blue eyes. He was well built and the looks he could send you told you to back down unless you wanted to get hurt. So that's what we did. We followed him blindly and that's how I ended up where I was now. Over enemy lines.

But, you don't know anything about what's happened in the past year, so let me explain.

First of all, my name is Chrissy Jones, or CJ-8 as they call me now. When dust settled after the war, not many of us remained, and those who did all chose sides. Well, everyone but me. I blacked out and woke up with in the medical center in the heart of the Tallons camp. I don't know how I blacked out or how I got inside but I did and well, it's better that being in no man's land if you ask me. Our leader, Jake, decided that names weren't needed, but order was, and that's how I got CJ-8. Strange huh? As well as that, we started
training. Training for battle.

Nuclear weapons and tanks are a thing from the past. They were all destroyed along with the people who knew how to make them, so now its hand to hand combat and daggers, but even those are rare. I myself have about ten in my possession and I can easily get more. Why? I'm the best fighter in the Tallon camp.

I trained hard all year, rising through the ranks, striving to be the best and now, I am. I do all the jobs no one else can accomplish and I even help train the youngsters.

Clothes and however, are much easier to get a hold of, it's the colours and fabrics that aren't. I usually wear all black, helps me blend in aaannnddd I feel really cool wearing it but hey, who doesn't? I have black combat boots, black gloves, even a black leather jacket that I used to love when I watched spy movies. I guess I'm a spy now. I also wear a black mask that has little white patters on it, trailing down the sides. It's pretty and it gives me an identity. Rumours have it that the Magnatites are doing the same thing. Training people in combat. Trouble is brewing. I can feel it, everybody can. Tension is thick and I feel like I could cut it with a knife. Of course, Jake is keeping everything from us as usual, but it doesn't worry me. Not yet anyway because I know, I'll be the first to know.

Then there's him. He was dragged away from me a year ago and I haven't seen him since but he knew. He knew this was coming and he was ready for it. We were supposed to keep no secrets from each other, be open books, but he failed to tell me about this and I have no clue why. I wonder if he's still alive, if he thinks about me, but I don't think I'll ever find out.

Finally, there's me. I'm younger than you expect, only sixteen but I'm much more mature, I've had to be. My parents died when the war started and I was an only child so I was alone. I adjusted quickly and used physical force to deal with the grief, which is probably why I'm their best. I have brown hair that trails to my middle back, deep brown eyes, and a figure that I would have killed for. With our high protein diet and physically training, I got in to shape pretty quickly, which is probably what saved my butt as if I hadn't, I would have been given one of the normal jobs like a farmer or something. I swear, I would die of boredom.

It was late afternoon when everything began to change. I was summoned to go and speak to him, our leader, Jake Trope. He used to frighten me but not anymore. He seems harmless and I could probably take him if I wanted, but, I don't know how to run a camp so I'll leave him alive. I smoothed my hair back and pushed open the double doors.

"CJ-8, great to see you" Jake greeted. Lie. He wasn't at all pleased to see me. The smile was too forced and he was trying too hard to be pleasant. Everything he is not.

"Jake" I replied curtly. I was in and out of this office, on so many missions that I was on a first name basis with him now, I wish the feeling was reciprocated. I'm still just a number, still just a tool. He motioned for me to have a seat at the long, wooden table and I did so without batting an eyelash. He sat with me. The smile was still too forced. Something was not right.

"I have another mission for you" Ah. So this is what this is about. It must be something dangerous, something that no one has ever attempted before. He slid the brown file over to me, a few of the papers fluttering as air rushed passed it. I opened it, keeping my expression neutral, something I have perfected over the years.

"There's nothing but pictures, names, titles, dates and places" I asked, letting the confusion show.

"Yes" He replied, giving me no information. I glared at him slightly.

"That's all the information you will need to assassinate these people" He continued, looking unfazed by my harsh look. An assassination. Strange.

"I thought we didn't kill our own sir" I stated rather than asked.

"We don't" Now I was confused.

"These people are across the border. They're Magnatites."