The men in white robes brought the being that came from Levy's mouth. A white cloth wrapped the being taut and a metal chain locked it to the far corner. It continued to hiss and try to escape the restraints from his body. They assured me that it cannot escape and do me harm, but I did not take the chance and let fear devour me as I huddled up on the opposite corner and sweat beads forming on my forehead.
I inspected the being further and discovered dark yellow splotches formed on many parts of its skin. Thin hair were growing on its bald head, and dark circles formed around its white eyes. Its skin dropped like it was a shirt to big for its small stature.
The being steadied itself after hours of bickering and started croaking. Indecipherable words came out of its yellow mouth. "Hawh."
I continued to stare at it. "Are you trying to speak?" It looked away and started inspecting the white room. Its head circled and mouth dropped open a bit like it was fascinated on the plain room.
"Ye-yes," it croaked, still looking away. Its voice was raspy like it hadn't been used for many years.
Before I can reply, its sharp hissing cut me off. Its dead white eyes stared directly at me, like it's trying to gnaw at my flesh with just a gaze. "Who do you think you are?" It asked me, voice still hoarse but its tone shifting up and down on every other word.
The question caught me off guard and my mouth fell open as I tried to search for the words for a reply. "I—I am, " I stuttered. "I'm Luna."
"No, no, no," the being shrieked instantly after my reply. Its head shaking furiously. "Who you really are." It emphasized the word really, sending chills to my spine.
I tried to decipher what it was trying to mean but I found it eyeing on my metal tag. "I'm Mayari."
Its eyes widened in awe. "The goddess of the moon," it managed to say.
I rose an eyebrow to what it just said. Goddess of the moon? What is it talking about. I'm not a goddess nor affiliated with the moon. "What do you mean?" I managed to blurt out.
It let out a freaky laugh that had a pitch that rose in an interval. The sound of cloth ripping broke through the air and my gaze fell to the restraint around its frail body to be torn apart by a bloody object coming from its chest. Bones.
I screamed and started to kick out the air in front of me as a frail attempt for it to not go near me. But it continued to shred the restraint until it leapt out of its corner to rush towards me. I closed my eyes taut, tears falling and sobs filling the room. I tried to muffle the sounds I make as I thought that it is a good thing. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna leave this hell hole. But my demise was seemingly postponed.
My eyes still closed tight but I felt it breathing on my skin. I tried to peek but I was greeted by its white eyes and crooked smile. I let my hand to punch the being but it leapt out, hitting the air instead.
Tears blanketed my eyes, blurring the imagery on what lied ahead. I tried to blink away the tears but all it did was further envelope me in fear. Then, I realized I was heaving hard as I laid on the floor face-down with the being on top of my back.
Its head crept slowly to the side of my head. The being's eyes glared brightly at mine and I held the contact despite wanting not to. "Meet me at the dark side of the moon."
The monstrosity then leapt out of my limp body and the sound of walls crumbling down came blaring. Almost instantly, the lights turned into a flickering red that reminded me of blood I always puke. Alarms blared all around me and loud thumping of boots on tiles echoed through the now-destroyed wall. Amidst the sounds was a familiar screeching of a monster. The yellow being.
I took advantage of the racket and slid my way out of my room through the gaping hole in the wall. The last time I saw the hallway, it was purely white and no darker hue in sight. Now, blood spilled on the floor and the hue of the room was shed with crimson red as the alarms continued blaring.
Despite not knowing the place, I found myself running around a maze of corners, making myself undiscovered by the Robed Men. My heart jumped furiously as I moved under all of the mess. Ill people were still locked in their rooms, as thumping on the opaque walls were starting to grow amidst the chaos.
"Hey," someone shouted. I looked at my back and saw a Robed Man with a gun in hand—held directly at me. "Stop moving!"
I dismissed the threat and moved on feet. Then, with a flash, a white blur moved past. It startled me and before I knew it, a hard object was smacked to my head, knocking me to the ground. My vision blurred as I laid weakly on the ground. Robed Man hovered over me with words I failed to decipher.
Please, Ill, I plead to myself. Show me what I can do. Hot tears started flowing on my cheeks as I continued to talk to myself. I don't want to die.
I never did. I wanted another chance at life. Away from all those monsters who dragged me away from my home. Away from those who betrayed me. Away from all the shits the world had dragged me into.
The Robed Man then blew its blurry arsenal into my head.