When she was out that night, with her short jeans, fishnet tights, her hair rolled up in messy bun, her face a canvas of heavy makeup, she thought that her pocket would be full with money for a week, she would spend a time with her little brother and find a way to pull herself from this shitty life.
But that is not what happened. No. She would never fill her pocket with money, she would never see her brother, and she wouldn't have a life that she tries to pull herself out of;shitty life or not.
The night was going slow for her liking. She has been standing in one spot, hoping that a drunken man would roll his car in front of her, winking his car light to give her a sign that he wants her. Not one car did flick, nor a guy noticed her.
She hadn't dare leave her spot, in fear that the other girls would slash her face. They often do that, women turning against who ever tried to get in their territory.
They are merciless and born without any remorse. She has been threatened many times before, but she was not scared of them, or so she thought, she was careless, and one night they got her alone, beat the shit out of her and left a big wound that goes from her left eye down to her mouth. She had stayed in her tiny house, not daring to open the small window. 15 days without seeing the sun, not working. And if it weren't for Bunny, bringing her food and water every day she would have been dead.
So she stayed in her zone. Another scar in her face would leave her with no job for the rest of her life, a life at least she get another one.
He came then, with his beat up Chevrolet car. He didn't seem wasted on alcohol. He didn't talked much like the others. He winked his headlights at her and when she turn around and smiled he rolled his car besides her. He didn't try to seduce her, make her smile, he didn't sugar coat her.
"How much is for the night?" his voice is nasal and muffled. Even though she can't see him properly from the dim lights in the street, he have a broad shoulder and bald.
"Whatever you say sweetheart, I wouldn't mind showing you the world for free" if he doesn't lull her then it's up to her for sweet talks.
"I know you know it doesn't work that way. You wouldn't even do that for your husband. So tell me the price and get in the fucking car." He didn't raise his voice when he said that.
"200 for the night" her voice dead and flat.
"I will give you the money, but I wouldn't want you all night" he rolled his eyes at her and unlocked the door.
Soon as she got in she expected his hand up in her thighs, the other swerving the gear fast, his lust uncontrollable. But rather she started driving with slow pace, not once looking at her.
His physic features, a straight nose, pointy at the end. His eyes a pale gray, cold and mean. Full pouty mouth and sharp jawline enough to cut a paper. He was like a fallen angel, with a broken heart.
A man searching for a prostitute in a shitty town, with a beat up car. But the clothes he wore, a sharp cut suit, deep blue like the sea of the shore, were like designer's suit. His left hand on the wheel adorned with rings, all five of them! And she is sure as hell his watch and the tiny diamond in it doesn't seems fake.
And that is when she felt a little prick down at her left, around her waist, and she saw a long thin knife already pulling blood through her clothes. What does this man want? Why is the knife there? Dread and fear began to fill her.
He looked at her this time. The fear in her calling him like a distant lover. He smirked and looked away, his hand with the knife not moving an inch from where it was.
"What is your name?" She trembled as she twisted the knife against her bare skin. What they say is true; your life will flash before your eyes, when death and fear are visiting you at the same time.
"Luna. Please don't kill me!"
"Kill you?" he sound amused as if she was telling him a fun fact. "....that depends in how you see things, things I will do to you. And we will see if you can survive them or not!"
He suddenly stopped the car and killed the engine along with the headlights. With her fear and a knife Luna didn't get to see where he took her, or for how long he was driving.
"Now listen to me very carefully, I want you to get out of the car and walk directly 10 steps from the door. I don't want you to scream. It is not because someone will listen and rescue you, but I get annoyed by loud voices, and you don't want to me annoyed, do you?"
She shook her head violently, the tears already blurring her vision, and her body shaking like she is going through a seizure. She doesn't want to die yet. Her brother is dependent on her. She needs to get out of this life first.
She got out of the car, closed it with a little thud. One step, then the next, a third one. When she is on her 9th step, she bolted into the night, deep in the forest. Her chest tightness like she is in the middle of a smoke. She didn't dare to look back. But she didn't run that fast, she didn't get away from the man. Because he was in front of her, blocking her way Her scream filled the night air, she staggered back and fell on her bottom. How could he be fast like this? Who the hell this man?
"You are a fool like the other girls, as I thought" he mused, snatching her up by the hair. "And no I am not human. And since you are a little impatient, let's get this over with" he started pulling her by the hair to where the car is parked.
"Let's hope that you are the descendant of Amon Ra and the knife won'tkill you like the other mortals" he pulled out a knife different from the previous one. The handle black opaque, aheliographsetched in golden lines. The blade seems like it emits a light from itself, both ends of it sharp and deadly.
"Please, don't, I am not the one you are looking for! I have never broken the law, I …I don't have any criminal records! I swear by my brother I didn't kill anybody!" her voice failed her. Her sobs choking her. Luna the dreamer was not ready to die. She needs to beg more, even if he is not a man, somehow she got some mercy to spear her.
"I am not the descendant of Amon whatever!"
"We cannot decide that." He singed, his voice shattering the silence. He didn't stop nor slow down. He throw her across the back of his car and stood behind her.
"This simple darling, and don't take it the bad way. You know for all your luck you might not die at all. A slash across your back, just as that beautiful scar of yours in the face, and …. And you might have a graceful wings filled with the stars in the universe, then I will take you to Hours and all we be over okay! You just need to relax and let me do my job." He patted her in the head murmuring the words in her ears.
But Luna was not relaxed at all, the fear is still etched in her face, eyes bulging out,trying to scream, she would if it weren't for the gloved bulky hands of his. He didn't stop to soothe her still, his voice losing all the menace and coated with honey, she can't half hear what he was saying, but his angelic voice enough.
"And what if I didn't sprout a fucking star wings?" Luna wriggled out of his hold trying for an escape. He laughed at that, a cruel laugh.
"Then you don't have another choice than to die here and be a feast to the night monsters." Luna didn't know what happened next, the pain didn't get through her brain until it was too late. With swiftmovements, He pinned her hands with his once own up on the hood of the car. And cut her shoulder deep to her center back on both sides, making a long and huge V.
He waited for a minute longer than he needed. She lost her consciences without finishing her scream, her head against the window; thatis a shame he enjoyed the scream of the girls as he slashed their backs in hoping that the hidden star wing will sprout. Even her case they didn't. But he was sure as hell that she was the one, studying her for two week, learning her routine, her family, her education and religious background….all were positive. To hell with her, it is not his first time when all his works wasted to no avail.
He dropped her to the ground and got in the car. He made a quick call to unknown number he just got when he reported his target to the institute.
"She is not the one."
"Are you sure captain?" a muffled machine like voice responded.
"Positive, I waited 2 more minute than it is needed, she died right away without showing any symptoms."
"Well then, get back to the camp and take a week long break, you will get back on the road once we sight another target"
"Yes sir!" after the phone call ended, he sat in the car. Lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. He started his engine as sighed the smoke, and drove away, trying to leave behind the memory of this girl, her terror and his guilt.
If he would have given her a last glance back before he got in the car, or looked up in to his rearview mirror, he would have seen the little neon rainbow lights shimmering between her gruesome wound, only if he saw; he wouldn't have killed 6 more girls before he died, and he would be the one to find the descendant of Amon Ra.