A new Life (Book 1)
Where do we start? Well... I guess that would be... Who is the main character? Well, that's me, I guess you could say. I'm Luna Northwood. By no means am I perfect, no one around me is, or at least most of them know that they aren't. Before what you're about to see, I was a normal seventeen-year-old. Or I was supposed to be. But when you have no voice submissive of a mother and a drunk of a father, you don't get to have anything close to 'normal'. I was supposed to grow up with dating problems, worrying about my grades to go to college to set me up for life, to worry about normal things! But no, that's not my life. What I got instead is a man pushing for me to pretend that my life is normal and not a living hell, pretend that he didn't drink our money away and either abused my mother or me. But there is irony here. I have CIP, so to each hit he blew on me, I never felt any of those blows. It came with its downs, none that quite clicked in my head before twelve. I could feel soft touches and enjoy that like normal, but at the same time I never felt the burning of a fire, or the sharpness of the blades I ran across my body. Being a kid of wonder was the worst part of this blessing and draw back. While I knew what not to do, I still did some things, my cutting was out of half of depression and the other half of joy of just seeing the fact I'm still alive, still pumping blood. And in all that mess, I was still overly stressed about it all with each word from my ass of a father. He'd cover me in blood and bruises that should have left me unmoving and broke. And that stress of course added up, giving me another disorder, this one isn't fun. Leaving my hair white and turning my nails black, but easy to ignore for me. But I'm skipping something far more important than my abuser that help birth me. I was twelve, and I did the one thing any bored and smart child that enjoyed learning. I sat in my room with old worn books, black candles, and a circle made of chalk that one of my books told me would promise me power and knowledge. That led me to looking up at a naked green skinned woman with long dark hair covering her parts. I was too busy focusing on her eyes, her right eye was a bright ruby red, and her left was a shiny yellow, close to white in brightness. She came and promised me all of her power as long as when I die, she gets my soul. Of course, I didn't think twice at the deal and took it. She leaned down and grabbed my face, she easily plucked my right eye from its socket and then removed hers, placing her bright red eye into my empty socket and putting my eye in hers. I was then stuck with a demon whispering evil things into my head for years, but easy enough to ignore. And the years go by with me learning from her in everything she knew behind closed doors. Until I was seventeen. Seventeen is when my life really said, 'fuck it' and broke the dams. That night started my new life. I don't regret all of that night. And that's where we start this story
Luna covered her ears as she shook her head, she hears a mixture of her father's drunk yelling, most of it being drowned out by demonic cackling that could barely pass as laughter in her head. "Kill him!" That woman's voice echoed throughout Luna's head, she tried to continue to ignore. She just wanted to get away from the yelling, but he had blocked the stairs, so she made a B-line to the kitchen. She was just trying to get to a safe space, just wait it out until her helpless and useless mother came home to become the new target. "Come back here, you useless child!" Luna looked down and covered her ears, her hair fell around her as she made it to the kitchen, a large knife sat on the edge by the sink, her eyes found it very quickly, she didn't hear the echoing of breaking glass. "Grab that knife. He broke his beer bottle." Hearing the unnamed demons warning, she quickly looked over and saw him holding it like a weapon. She quickly grabbed the knife as fear took her, she turned on her heel and pointed it at him. The fact of the matter was, just because the demon wanted her soul after death, didn't mean she could just die any old way. This would be breaking the deal and the demon gets nothing, a forced defender. The old drunk laughed at her as he waved the broken sharp bottle slightly. "Get the fuck away from me you fucker!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, but he only laughed at her even more. "What are you going to do that the little old thing? Cut me?" He asked her before breaking out into a hysterical laugh. "No... I'll kill you." She told him darkly as a faint glow of dark red shined from behind her long bangs that hid her unnatural colored eye. "You don't have the nerve, girl." He told her as he took a step closer to her. "No, you really don't. But I do. Let me take over." Her demon agreed with her douchebag of a father. "Fuck...! Don't fucking move!" She yelled at him. She knew she didn't have the nerve, but she didn't want touched again. She stepped back, closer to the backdoor, of course he noticed and lost it. "Put the fucking knife down you deaf bitch!" He lunged to grab her, and out of reflex, she waved the knife at him to keep him back. Her eyes widened in shock as as blood flew between them. Blood sputtered across their shirts. Luna had just sliced his hand. With a slight shaking hand from shock, she looked at the red warm liquid that covered the blade, slowly she looked at her father. The man looked just as shocked as she was. "You.... You fucking cunt!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he grabbed his hand lightly, holding it to his shirt. Luna saw his little sense of law snap in his eyes, she was truly dead if he caught her. She clenched the knife tightly and turned to take off outside, she let out a small yelp as she tried to get out of the house as quickly as she could.
Fresh December snow fell around, and on, her as she barreled out of the house. This was one of the times she could really be proud of her no pain, she wouldn't feel her body slowly freeze. Luna was only dressed in a long-sleeved stripped shirt and thin jeans, no footwear to even pretend she was okay to be outside. Just as she turned to see if her father was really on the war path this, she was tackled into the snow. Fear was the only thing left in Luna's eyes as she stared up at her father as he grabbed his bloody hands around her neck. This man on the verge of killing her, the man that was far from being a dad. He was supposed to protect her throughout life, teach her, be proud of her. In a matter of minutes, he was going to end her life. She struggled to get out of his hold, but the knife was just out of reach, and she wasn't strong like her monster of a father. She just wanted to live, for the first time she didn't want to meet death, she wanted to live at any coast. "Anything? Well little moon. I can work with that." Her demon said. Luna let out gasping noises as she tried to kick the drunk off of her as her demon pulled for control. All Luna had to do was make it out for the cops to come and save her. She wasn't letting this demon take over. "Let me show you what real power can do. We're making it out of this." Suddenly everything went black around her. When she opened her eyes, she was in complete darkness, but at the same time, for the first time, she also felt warmth, at least she thought it was warmth, it was unfamiliar.
Luna's hazel eye flashed and bled into a gold yellow, she smiled as she gripped the drunks' arms, he jumps at the new and sudden strength. "You see, old man. You messed with the wrong girl." The being under the drunk might look like Luna but was truly her demon. The echoing older woman's voice, the knowing look of what was about to happen, it was pure evil. He growled in pain as his hands were pulled off of her neck and was flung across the yard, he landed with a yell of pain. The demon stood up and picked up the snow and blood covered knife, slowly walking to the drunk. As he tried to stand, she stomped on his leg, a loud snapping sound echoed through the yard. She moved up and kicked him in the side, smiling more as he screamed and cried in pain. "You are not killing my own prey! I spent took long building up her soul!" She yelled as she moved to hover over him. "She's mine! Not yours! MINE!" She sat on his stomach and slammed the knife into his body in random spots. Each scream and plead only made the knife go deeper each time. After the tenth stab, something faltered, she faltered. The demon in Luna's body went back to her mind cage as the eye drained back to hazel green, Luna came back. She shook her head and looked down, she saw the blood covering her hands, knife, and the struggling of her dying father. She looked at the begging in his eyes, the begging he couldn't voice because of his chest wounds, two deep ones. He was begging for her to stop, for help so he could live. And she snapped at the look of a sad and helpless man under her. "You... You want mercy!? You were going to fucking kill me not even five minutes ago!" She screamed at him in pure rage. Never had she felt this much hate. It was hard to tell if this was her, or the demon. Luna went back to what the demon was doing, stabbing him over and over again. Endlessly and mindlessly, she stabbed him in his chest. She didn't keep count, she was to fixed on just making him stop. "You abused me over and over again! Just because you didn't want any fucking children! You abused all of us! But mother was never a mom either! She just got more money with me around! You are both selfish and the true evil! You didn't want my brother either! You sent him away and it got him killed! For that alone you should have died for! It's about time someone dishes out your fucking death!" Over and over again, to each word was another stab. Blood stained her from her clothes to her hair. She huffed as she berried the knife one last time into his motionless body. She just stared at the fresh dead body until the familiar red and blue flashing lights. Luna quickly looked behind her as cops were rushing around the house, guns drawn. Luna quickly got off of the body and retreated towards the woods that were the edge of the backyard. "Hey!" Luna quickly shot around to look into the dark forest line, there was a silhouette of a man with a large pale dog. She rushed to the two, it was the one thing she could call an escape from the coming police. As she ran, the darker her vision started to go dark. Frostbite started to take over her, how long she had been there stabbing the dead body was unclear, but enough for the freezing weather took over her. Just as she got close to the silhouettes she collapsed. The man that she was running to caught her. She breathed heavily as she tried to see who had caught her. All she could see was bright green hair. As she lost her vision, she slowly reached up and touched his fuzzy face, she last remembered him whistling as he tried to talk to her.
"Wake up!" Luna shot up in a jolt as her demon's voice echoed loudly in her head. She blinked rapidly as she tried to understand what happened and where she was. She was on a bed, with a old blanket around her. She was at least taken care of. She looked around as her mind calmed, she was in a hunting cabin, a hot fired not far from the bed she was in, across from her on the other side was the small living room style space, behind a old brown sofa sat the wolf from before. It was pure white and curled up in a ball fast asleep. Taking a shaking breath Luna looked at her hands, she was cleaned of all blood, and changed. She now was in a white short sleeved shirt. She had to get out, whoever had taken care of her, he couldn't be trusted. Slowly she tried to get out of bed without alarming the oversized white wolf. However, the second her feet touched the wooden floor the wolf looked up and right at her with bright yellow eyes. Alarms set off in her head to freeze, so she did. She held her breath and eye contact with the wolf as it got up and walked over to her. It stopped at her feet and sat down, eye contact not breaking once. It wagged its tail as it crocked its head to the eyes in wonder as it sniffed the air. "H-hello." She voiced softly, trying to keep the large being docile. "Her name is Glass." That voice! Luna thought as she turned to the sound of the man that had called out to her after killing her father. Bright green messy hair, dark green headphones mixed in, bright white shirt with random green lines, white jacket, white trip pants, and sneakers. Great way to stay hidden in the snow if it wasn't for the hair. Luna thought, or maybe it was the demon. Luna was still confused. "So... Since you want to stare at me so much. At least smile." He told her as he walked over to her, sitting down dark colored clothing beside her. "You can call me Neon, by the way." He added as she looked down at the pile of clothing. She couldn't say anything, so she just watched the man that had taken her in. She was surprised he wasn't excepting her to scream. And to be honest, she would have if she could, but her throat didn't want to her. Instead of fighting her body on the lack of vocal cords, she just nodded. "Perfect!" He smiled at her. "Now, I'm here to help. Once you get change, we can go back to the mansion to meet my boss where he'll see if he is willing to take you in." Luna watched him as he talked. Boss? Willing to help? What happens if he doesn't want to help her? Turned into the cops? Death? Being enslaved? But what better choice does she actually have? She sighed as she took the clothes. "I don't have a choice but to trust you, don't I?" She asked as weakly as she could. "You don't have a choice but to." He added himself with a nod. He then whistled, his wolf, Glass, got up and followed him out of the cabin so she could get dressed.