Luna

Luna [Ch. 2]

Luna: The Moon Goddess

Chapter 2

I drive my way up the gravel driveway and towards the gigantic gates that block out all trespassers. I drove my motorcycle close to the intercom and pressed down the red button. I removed my helmet and shook my hair loose. A buzz came from the intercom before someone answered. "Luna, looking as lovely as ever," I heard Tucker's voice greet me. I look up towards the black camera that was stationary above the heightened gate. I roll my eyes at the camera, cause a chuckle to come from the intercom.

"Are you gonna let me in or not?" I asked him, looking into the camera.

"Yes, your majesty," he agreed in a creepy, witch-like voice. As soon as the gates were open wide enough, I zoomed through had headed towards the garage. I glanced at the mansion on my way. It was huge, made of bronze brick, and antique looking. It gave off a spooky, yet classical vibe, as if it held a lot of memories. The windows were stained with water paintings, with light coming from every other room.

I parked my motorcycle beside my many other rides. I leaned down on the motorcycle and speak into the small speaker . "Engine off," I command before it cut off and I pull the key out. We have lots of cars, so if one is recognized, we can always use another. Most the cars are voice activated, once you've stuck the key in the slot. So even if someone was to take the keys, they still won't be able to drive it.

I then proceed to the side door inside the garage that led to the house. Once in, I began walking along the gray colored walls. It was always quiet around this part of the mansion, mainly because no one actually 'hung out' down here. The only sound was the soft tapping my shoes made as I walked down the concrete floor. It was a long narrow hallway, with lamps hanging a few feet away from each other from the ceiling. 

Once I was at the end of the hall, I was met with a card-swipe door. I dug deep into the pocket of my leather pants and pulled out my I.D. card. While in training, we're all given I.D. cards, the only I.D. card that wasn't a fake. See, I have many different I.D. for many different assignments, they all having different names and addresses. 

I swiped my card, heard two soft beeps, and was able to open the door. I was now in a huge ballroom. The floor was marbled in different colors of brown. The ceiling was high, allowing a balcony to fit. There was a gigantic chandelier with crystals dangling from it hanging dead center of the ceiling, hovering of a crest stone that was on the floor. My dad's logo; I couldn't tell you exactly what is company's name is and what he does. We, as soldiers, were taught to never ask questions, just follow orders or be punished. 

Even I, his daughter, didn't have an opportunity to know. We, the soldiers however, have a name. We go by Tankers. We kill anyone who jeopardizes my dad's company. As I walk across the empty ballroom, I find myself in another hall, but this time, there's noise.

I head towards the training facilities and take a look through the window in the door. I see around fifty or more people, age raging from five to twenty-two, in this room training. Some are training in groups, learning moves that can better their skills. Others are just warming up and keeping in shape as they wrestle each other or punching bags. They're all wearing the gray pants and black muscle shirt uniforms with black boots.

I look around and notice a girl that I've been training. She's fourteen with golden yellow hair. I creep open the door and call out for her. "Sarah!" I shout over the grunts and war cries.

Her head instantly looks towards me. A smile appears on her face as she runs to me. "Luna! How was your mission?" she greets me after taking me into a friendly hug. I pulled off my leather gloves and sigh.